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woman will be expected to do out there."
    "Meaning?"
    "Meaning, that once we make this move, it will be like
stepping back in time. A woman will be expected to cook, clean, sew, garden and
run the entire household. The man will be working the land, and in my case,
building the community."
    Taylor's eyes widened and she sat up straighter. "So,
you want me , to move in with you , and cook your meals, sew your
socks, wash your back and whatever else an old-fashioned woman is
supposed to do? Am I actually hearing you correctly?" She leaned forward,
raising an eyebrow. "Am I also supposed to lie in our bed made out of hay,
in my flannel night dress, and let you have your way with me as well?"
    She wanted to stand up and leave without looking back, but
something kept her sitting. As bizarre as this whole situation seemed, the idea
compelled her to continue listening.
    Jason smirked. "I'm asking for you to come with us and
help with making my house a home. I'm not going to lie and say it will be easy,
because it won't. Days will be long and full of hard work. But I also believe
that it could change all our lives for the better."
    Taylor huffed as she looked at all the pictures. "All
the buildings look old, like an old ghost town. I only see dirt roads. Are
there cars?"
    "Not really. Some trucks will be used out of necessity,
but mostly we'll use horses and carriages."
    "Will I have to wear bonnets and bloomers? I mean, how
historic is this place?"
    "No, we aren't going to be in costume. Although, we
will uphold a level of morals and etiquette at all times. So, the women will
wear dresses and always present themselves as a ladies. We just want to bring
back the purity of time long gone."
    "Why do you think I would agree to this?"
    "Are you happy?" he asked.
    "I don't know what you mean."
    "I mean, are you truly happy? Do you wake up every
morning excited for the day to come? Do you feel fulfilled, valued,
appreciated? Are you living the life you want?"
    Taylor shook her head and stared down at her hands. "No.
I guess I'm not. But is throwing away my life and doing this going to make me
happy?" She looked up and stared into Jason's eyes. "I'm not sure I
can trust you."
    Jason looked at her and smiled sadly, none of the arrogance
or confidence in his eyes now. "I just want the best for Mandy. She needs
more than I can give her. Mandy likes you, and there's something about you
that's kept me from throwing you out of my house." He shrugged. "This
might sound crazy to you. Hell, it is crazy. But it's my dream." He stood
up and towered over her. "So I'm offering you a chance to step into a
world that could change everything you thought you were or thought you wanted.
I'm offering you a chance to build a home, build a life and be part of building
a community. But if you don't want to—"
    "Wait." She put up both of her hands to stop him. "I
want to hear more."
    Jason smiled and sat back down. "Ask away."
    "What about sex?" She went still, nervous as to
what would come next.
    "What about it?"
    "Is sex part of the deal? Are you going to expect that
from me?"
    Jason laughed loudly. "No. You'll have your own room.
Whether you want to believe it or not, I'm a gentlemen and I'd never expect a lady
to just give herself to me." He paused and gave a devilish grin. "Unless
the lady wanted to give it." He winked, causing Taylor's face to
heat up.
    Taylor continued, "Then what exactly will you expect?"
    "Like I mentioned. The running of the house and taking
care of Mandy. Also, I do expect for you to obey my rules and respect me as the
man of the house."
    "Obey?"
    Jason nodded. "Yes. Obey. This is nonnegotiable. We're
going back in time with this project. A time where the men are chivalrous,
hard-working, of high moral standards, and the leader of their home. I'll be
the head of household, so you'll have to check your feminism at the door."
    "And if I say no? You'll sue me?"
    Jason shook his head. "No. I'll drop the lawsuit no
matter what. I was