Page 32 of His Curvy Woman

“What’s wrong?” She asks, looking at my phone.

“It’s Rider, the trainer with Arya.”

A small smile breaks over her face. “She’s here?” Whitley asks, jumping up. She goes to the dresser and pulls out some clothes.

Thank God, this small crisis has passed.

Instead of answering the call, I just let it ring and answer the door instead. Rider is standing there with Arya, the all-white German Shepherd puppy, sitting at his side.

“Hey man, sorry about that. How’s it going?” I say reaching out my hand to the man standing in front of me.

“Good, we had a good drive down.”

I open the door to let them inside. “Come on in. My fiancé will be out any minute, she just got home from work.”

Once we’re standing in the living room Rider introduces me to the dog. “This is Arya. You can change the name, but I don’t recommend it since she’s used to Arya at this point.”

“Arya is a great name,” Whitley says, walking into our living room. She’s wearing a pair of black calf-length leggings and a tank top, one that shows far too much cleavage. It is cute though, it says, ‘Your worst day is my workday.’ Fuck. I can’t ask her to go change, or she’ll probably kill me in my sleep and make it look like an accident. I know that if I don’t get this guy out of here, things are going to go downhill fast.

Rider runs through all of the basic commands and has us practice using them with Arya. He shows us her collar and how to put it on and take it off. We take Arya out in the backyard to get to know each other and to practice her basic commands, as well as the less common ones she’s been trained for before Rider has to leave. While he remains professional, I’ve caught him checking Whitley out more than once, and if he does it again, I’m liable to do something that will really piss Whitley off tonight.

The one good thing that has come out of this is Arya has taken to Whitley already, and she can’t stop smiling. Rider leaves us alone in the back while he goes out to his vehicle to grab Arya’s things.

“What do you think, baby?” I ask, wrapping my arm around her waist. Arya growls at me but stays sitting at Whitley’s feet.

She smiles down at Arya, clearly amused by this. “She’s great, Hunt. You picked out a great dog.” She giggles.

I shake my head at her and sigh, my house is being taken over by women. “I think so, too. She follows commands well and seems to love you already. How are you feeling about using the commands we’ve learned?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Rider said he has them printed out and is going to give them to us. The basics are easy. I’m definitely going to have to practice though.”

“You’ll get it.”

“Alright sir, ma’am. I put the food and water bowls in the kitchen. She’s already eaten for today. There is a bag of food, some bones she likes, and her leash on the counter. I also put a folder there with all of the information you’ll need, such as her vet reports, the commands sheet we discussed and a few other things. I also put my card in there, just in case you have any questions.”

He looks at Whitley directly, clearly not talking to me anymore. “Please feel free to give me a call. We want this to work out, and if we can be of any support to you, please let us know. For example, if you’d like to set up a time for onsite guided assistance with using the commands, we can provide that to you.”

“I think we’ve got it, Rider,” I say more aggressively than I should.

Whitley gives me the eyes, and Arya growls at me.

“Fucking perfect,” I mumble under my breath.

“Well if that’s it y’all have a good night.”

I nod at him, and he turns to leave.

“You too, Rider.” Whitley calls.

Rider disappears around the side of the house, and a couple minutes later we hear his truck pull out of our driveway. It’s not until the next day that I notice I have a voicemail from the call I received earlier. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Rider who had called.

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