Page 3 of Worshiped By the Lumberjack

Cooper seems to sense my distress. "Hey, I have some time right now. Would you like me to take you over there? You can follow me."

The relief I feel is palpable. "If you're sure you don't mind, that would be great."

His smile puts me at ease. "No worries. My wife still gets turned around from time to time." He heads to a big black SUV parked among several other large vehicles. Calling over his shoulder, he tells his brothers, "Let Stormy know if she needs anything I'll be back soon."

Colt yells back, "No worries." He turns to me as I climb back into my car. "Good luck with Liam."

"Uh, thank you?" I reply before shutting the door of my car, not liking the ominous feeling I now have about this interview.

Chapter Three

Liam

The rumble of engines and the crunch of gravel indicate people encroaching on my space for the second time today. At least Lucas and Mark ended up being a welcomed visit. I know, without a doubt, I will not get so lucky a second time. There are very few people who are brave enough to venture out here to my property.

I frown at Cooper Merrick when I see him behind the wheel of the big black SUV. He just smiles and salutes as he turns around without even stopping. My attention goes to the small gray car that doesn't follow suit. In fact, the driver shuts their engine off. Now I know why Cooper didn't stop. The asshole knew I would rip him a new one for delivering someone to my property.

Stomping my way over to the car, I prepare to tell whoever is climbing out to get their ass back in and drive away. Instead, I stop in my tracks at the figure revealed. My dick makes himself known as my eyes take in the woman before me with thick thighs, lush, round hips and a rack a man could get lost in. Wide jade green eyes stare back at me as she bites down on a plumppink bottom lip, tucking a lock of straight chestnut hair behind her ear before giving me a hesitant smile.

She comes to stand before me, holding out her hand. "Hi. I'm Kinsley. I'm here for the interview."

My eyes snap to hers from where I have been staring at the hand she is offering, like it is a snake about to strike.

Fuck my life.

This is the writer?

Spruce, the fucking traitor, plops his old ass down right at her feet, drawing her attention.

"Aww, how are you, sweet boy?" She croons to him, squatting down to give him pets, laughing when he leans into her.

The tinkling sound has my dick twitching.

She throws her arms around him, ruffling his fur as if he's her long lost best friend. "Such a good boy you are."

From this angle, I can see right down the top of her flowy green blouse to the creamy mounds of her spectacular cleavage on display. Spruce nestles his head right into those tits, looking like he is in heaven. I don't fucking blame him. I have never been jealous of a dog in my life, but I would give my left nut to trade him spots right now.

"He sure is friendly." She returns to standing, cocking her head at me with pinched brows. "You were expecting me, right? My boss said your sponsor confirmed all the arrangements."

I grunt before shaking my head, attempting to pull my thoughts from where they have gotten stuck on what I would do with access to those tits. "Yeah, I heard you were coming. To be clear, I am doing this interview under duress and am not pleased about it. Let's get this over with."

My voice is gruffer than normal, and that's saying something. I swing around toward my cabin without waiting to see if she follows. If she wants the interview, she'll tag along. The crunchof gravel behind me confirms she is coming, not the way I would like to hear her come, but it is what it is.

I open the front door, wait for her to come in, and close it behind her. I continue through the house, pausing only to grab a chair from the kitchen table before continuing out the slider to the back deck. Plunking the chair down next to my Adirondack chair, the only furniture out here, I take a seat.

When she sits next to me, I'm astonished to see a smile firmly in place on her face. Most people would run for the hills after the welcome I gave and here she is smiling like we're having a gay old time. I can't help but notice the way her smile lights up her face. Hell, the woman's practically glowing.

"First, let me say I am sorry you are not one hundred percent on board with this interview and your sponsors put you in this situation. I will try to make it as painless as possible for you. You just let me know if I ask anything that makes you uncomfortable. We can always take a break whenever you need. Last, I will let you read what I write up before I submit anything and will take whatever feedback you have into consideration. How does that sound to you?"

I deflate a little at her words. She is being so sweet and accommodating. It makes me wonder if she's the same in the bedroom or if there's a fire in her waiting to be lit.

"Liam? Is that okay with you?" She pulls me from my dirty thoughts.

Clearing my throat, I finally answer. "Yeah, that's all good."

She gives me that smile again, then digs in the large tote she was carrying. "Now I'm going to be recording our conversation, as well as taking notes. Just let me know if you want me to shut the recorder off at any time."

Nodding my head in acknowledgment, I reconsider that maybe this won't be nearly as bad as I think.

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