"You're here on time! Here's the money from yesterday." Johnathan smiled, handing you the payment as soon as you stepped into the barn.

"Let's start right away, shall we?" He asked, peering to the clock nearby to see it was midday, he wiped his forehead and you could see he had been working all morning by the sweaty shirt clinging on his massive chest like a second skin.

He got his buttons loose today, you noticed. But who were you to say and point out? You were just a worker, you were still new, you were here just a month ago.

He put on his gloves and bent over, tending for the crops with intense focus, the hat preventing him to notice your eyes gluing on his figure.

Alright, you admitted, you could see why those ladies at the market wanted him so much. But they were a little too crazy. Which led to your next question about Johnathan's type.

But he quickly snapped his fingers.

"Hey, are you alright? Don't tell me it's the heatwave." He laughed a little.

Well, no, but you did feel a wave of heat washed through you.