the only two people in the world?”
Roxie grinned. “We’re just feeding the inner man, girls. After all, he is my boss.”
Lola flapped a hand at her. “Big deal. Did you see anyone looking over your shoulder and waving a red flag? Besides, it’s not as if we’ll be here forever.” She glanced over at Emily. “And what about you, missy? The last time I saw you and Mr.
Cowboy Boots in Chaps you were dancing so close I wasn’t sure one could breathe without the other.”
78
Trouble in Cowboy Boots
Now it was Emily’s turn to feel heat on her cheeks. No way would she give up the details of what was becoming an increasingly kinky form of sex with Wyatt Cavanaugh.
Some nights she barely had time to shower after she straightened the kitchen and dab on some cologne before he was at her bedroom door, a predatory grin on his face, hot desire in his eyes and an erection barely restrained by his jeans. Sometimes during the day she could hardly concentrate on what she was doing as thoughts of what they did at night roamed through her mind.
The one thing the three women had agreed on was for the moment they were stuck where they were. The car wasn’t really salvageable and it was taking forever to save up enough money for some kind of new wheels.
“Besides,” Emily pointed out. “It’s not as if we even know where we’re going.”
And where am I going, she wondered as she gave the counter a last swipe.
If anything bothered her it was the emotional feelings she was developing for Wyatt. In the end that might be what finally drove her away. He’d been very clear that he was only looking for a playmate, that she was the perfect candidate because she was temporary, and that they could enjoy themselves for whatever time she was at the Lazy Aces. She’d had her eyes on bigger and better things, but the sex was beyond anything she’d ever enjoyed so it seemed like a good deal. And he was very diligent about making sure nothing happened to cause the men to lose respect for her. For that she was grateful.
He’d taken her to Chaps a few more times, obviously not caring about who saw them dancing as if they were welded together, or who questioned his taking his cook out for the evening. On the dance floor they moved slowly to the music, having found a rhythm that fit them both, and the dancing always became a teasing prelude to afterward, when the sex would be hotter and wilder than ever. He turned her inside out, his dominant nature in the bedroom a bigger turn-on than she’d ever thought it could be. No problems there.
79
Desiree Holt
What happens when Wyatt gets tired of me? Will he decide Diana Landry is a better, less complicated companion? Someone more suited to his unfettered lifestyle? The woman had certainly been all over him like white on rice whenever Emily and Wyatt were in Chaps.
It seemed the last few times he hadn’t been quite as determined to fend her off. How could she go on working here if this thing between them—whatever it was—fell apart?
In disgust she hung up the dishtowel and her apron, poured a glass of iced tea and took it out on the back porch with her. She had finally adapted to the hours at the ranch, and now the aches in her body were from more pleasant exercise than cleaning the kitchen or standing at the stove.
But over the past few days she’d been battling with feelings that were giving her fits. As she rocked and sipped she tried to figure out what to do. She was about to head back inside for another cold drink when she heard the whine of a big truck engine coming down the drive, the spray of gravel as it stopped and the slam of a truck door.
She stood up and walked to the end of the porch, curious as to who it was. Wyatt was out riding fences with his men and hadn’t mentioned expecting anyone.
Her eyes popped when she saw Diana Landry striding toward the back porch. It wasn’t so much the woman herself, although that was a shocker, as the outfit she was wearing.
Roxie grinned. “We’re just feeding the inner man, girls. After all, he is my boss.”
Lola flapped a hand at her. “Big deal. Did you see anyone looking over your shoulder and waving a red flag? Besides, it’s not as if we’ll be here forever.” She glanced over at Emily. “And what about you, missy? The last time I saw you and Mr.
Cowboy Boots in Chaps you were dancing so close I wasn’t sure one could breathe without the other.”
78
Trouble in Cowboy Boots
Now it was Emily’s turn to feel heat on her cheeks. No way would she give up the details of what was becoming an increasingly kinky form of sex with Wyatt Cavanaugh.
Some nights she barely had time to shower after she straightened the kitchen and dab on some cologne before he was at her bedroom door, a predatory grin on his face, hot desire in his eyes and an erection barely restrained by his jeans. Sometimes during the day she could hardly concentrate on what she was doing as thoughts of what they did at night roamed through her mind.
The one thing the three women had agreed on was for the moment they were stuck where they were. The car wasn’t really salvageable and it was taking forever to save up enough money for some kind of new wheels.
“Besides,” Emily pointed out. “It’s not as if we even know where we’re going.”
And where am I going, she wondered as she gave the counter a last swipe.
If anything bothered her it was the emotional feelings she was developing for Wyatt. In the end that might be what finally drove her away. He’d been very clear that he was only looking for a playmate, that she was the perfect candidate because she was temporary, and that they could enjoy themselves for whatever time she was at the Lazy Aces. She’d had her eyes on bigger and better things, but the sex was beyond anything she’d ever enjoyed so it seemed like a good deal. And he was very diligent about making sure nothing happened to cause the men to lose respect for her. For that she was grateful.
He’d taken her to Chaps a few more times, obviously not caring about who saw them dancing as if they were welded together, or who questioned his taking his cook out for the evening. On the dance floor they moved slowly to the music, having found a rhythm that fit them both, and the dancing always became a teasing prelude to afterward, when the sex would be hotter and wilder than ever. He turned her inside out, his dominant nature in the bedroom a bigger turn-on than she’d ever thought it could be. No problems there.
79
Desiree Holt
What happens when Wyatt gets tired of me? Will he decide Diana Landry is a better, less complicated companion? Someone more suited to his unfettered lifestyle? The woman had certainly been all over him like white on rice whenever Emily and Wyatt were in Chaps.
It seemed the last few times he hadn’t been quite as determined to fend her off. How could she go on working here if this thing between them—whatever it was—fell apart?
In disgust she hung up the dishtowel and her apron, poured a glass of iced tea and took it out on the back porch with her. She had finally adapted to the hours at the ranch, and now the aches in her body were from more pleasant exercise than cleaning the kitchen or standing at the stove.
But over the past few days she’d been battling with feelings that were giving her fits. As she rocked and sipped she tried to figure out what to do. She was about to head back inside for another cold drink when she heard the whine of a big truck engine coming down the drive, the spray of gravel as it stopped and the slam of a truck door.
She stood up and walked to the end of the porch, curious as to who it was. Wyatt was out riding fences with his men and hadn’t mentioned expecting anyone.
Her eyes popped when she saw Diana Landry striding toward the back porch. It wasn’t so much the woman herself, although that was a shocker, as the outfit she was wearing.
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