TEMPT ME, MASTER
The smell of rich earth and sweet basil was very strong.
In the middle of the green rows, they saw Silas. Silas was the gardener. He was young, maybe twenty-five, and he was built like a bull. He was shirtless, and his dark skin was covered in a mix of sweat and dirt. He was holding a large hose, watering the plants. When he saw Sarah walking toward him naked under her robe, he stopped. He didn't look shocked. He looked like he had been waiting for this invitation his whole life.