Page 5 of Saddle and Bound

Fuck. My brain can only process how those tits lift and the fact that she just said "made."

I swallow and try to remember how to speak.

"Making fun of you? Princess, I'm just getting started," I say with a smirk, deliberately letting my eyes roam over her. I have to try not to focus too much on those tits, damn it. They're just perfect. Not too big, not too small. Exactly the way I like them. "But if you can't handle a little teasing, maybe you should head back to the city where things are... softer.”

She stares at me for a moment, her eyes flashing with anger and challenge. "I'm not here to entertain you, Alex. I'm here for my father's wedding, and I have a million things to do."

I smile, leaning against the corral fence. "You know, Rosie, maybe you should learn to relax a bit. You're not in the city anymore. Life is different here."

"I don't need your advice," she snaps back, raising her chin. "I know very well how to manage my time."

I look at her, amused by her stubbornness. "Really? Because so far you just seem like a stressed-out city girl on vacation."

Rosie grits her teeth, her face flushed with anger. "Maybe I'm just totally irritated by you.”

I smile even more. “Well, I'm glad to take up so much space in your thoughts.”

If only you knew how much space you take up in mine…

She doesn't respond, turning abruptly and walking away with determined steps. I watch her go, head high and taking long strides. How she manages to walk these dirt paths in those high heels is a mystery.

"Hey princess... I think the mud is ruining your fashion show. Are boots or hiking shoes not cool enough for you?"

She turns but doesn't deign to give me a response. She makes a rude gesture and resumes walking.

"Those gestures don't suit a little princess," I shout back. I see her walk even faster.

Have I mentioned how much I enjoy making Rosie Thorne angry?

Chapter 4

Alex

Chris: Hey Alex, you got something to tell us?

Diego: Maybe about some red panties? ??

Fran: You must've really liked those panties to pull a stunt like that ??

Alex: You’re all hilarious. What are you, twelve?

Chris: Admit it, you’re enjoying this way too much

Diego: Or maybe you're just trying to get her attention... in your own way. ??

Alex: You guys seriously need hobbies. I’ve got nothing to admit, and Rosie’s none of your business.

Fran: We'll see tonight then. This is gonna be good. ??

As I mount my horse and head toward the corral, my thoughts inevitably drift back to Rosie. Truth is, I haven’t stopped thinking about her since I last saw her, just a few hours ago.

Who am I kidding? I was thinking about her even before she stormed in here, all fired up.

I’ve been wandering around the ranch more than usual, making up excuses just to catch a glimpse of her. Took the horse on a longer route, went searching for an extra bucket… pathetic.

I seriously need to stop. Why the hell is she on my mind every damn second?

I enjoy needling her, pulling out that side of her she’s so desperate to keep hidden. I like the way she tilts her chin up and challenges me. I like those irritated, sexy-as-hell looks she throws my way. Damn it… focusing on work has never been this hard.

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