Page 4 of My Cowboy Boss
“Trouble? Ah…I think you’re misunderstanding something. I’m the new manager, Arizona.”
Her face flushes bright red.
I survey her again, glancing pointedly at the heels. “You’re working here?”
She squares her shoulders, her lips firm and says, “That’s what I was hired to do.” Then clearly irritated, she puts her hands on those delectable hips that are perfect for a man to grip. “And who are you, cowboy?”
I’m the idiot who thinks you’re cute and sexy and I can’t have that kind of trouble here. “I’m your new boss.”
“Mycowboy boss?” Her mouth hangs open for a second.
Those lips of hers were made for kissing. And wide open like that, I can think of a few—I slam down the naked thoughts I’m having. “Follow me,” I bark out.
I spin on my heel and stride inside. My heart is double-timing in my chest, and I hate that. Hate that my dick is pressing against my zipper. Hate that I was thinking about where I could put it.What the hell’s wrong with me?
As we walk toward the office, I ask, “What kind of management software have you used?”
“Uh…management software?”
I stop in front of the door of the office, arching a brow. “For tracking.”
“Um…tracking?”
I cross my arms and narrow my eyes.
Her expression is like a deer in headlights, and I’d bet my right nut she doesn’t have a clue what the hell I’m talking about.
Her sudden smile is bright, her blue eyes wide. “We’re wasting time. I should get started.” She rubs her hands together.
Nice redirect, Sugar.
“You can use that laptop.” I tip my head toward the desk and watch her walk across the thick rug in the center of the room. Her heels make her hips sway as she moves. There’s something off here…is she lying?
I can’t fucking stand lies. I’ve heard too many.
I don’t know if she’s lying, and I don’t trust her. But I’ve got nothing to prove anything. I’m not about to let my family gettaken advantage of again. I’ll make sure she doesn’t get away with shit. I’m going to watch her every fucking move.
Chapter 3
Arizona
He’s everywhere. The big, grumpy cowboy aptly named Flint won’t stop watching me. I turn the corner and he’s there. I walk into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, and he just happens to pop in too.
He stares at me wordlessly from the front porch when I arrive at the ranch every morning.
He did that today, his eyes half-lidded, leaning against the railing, looking like he could be the front cover model of one of the old westerns my dad liked to read.
If I can hang in there, soon everything will change. In five weeks, Aspen should be healed enough for us to switch places.
I want her to heal at her pace and don’t want her to rush to take over, but I have to admit that walking in my sister’s shoes isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I also can’t believe I accidentally introduced myself by my real name instead of hers.
In the time I’ve been working at the ranch, between calls to my sister and hurriedly searching online, I’ve managed to wing the duties of this job. But not without a lot of knots in my stomach and cringing every time the office door whips open.
The blister on the back of my heel begins to throb again and with a groan of relief, I remove the shoes. As soon as I get back tothe apartment, I plan to soak in a long bath and binge watch TV with Aspen.
I know that instead of collapsing onto the sofa and watching TV, I should spend my time at home writing to finish another chapter of my romance novel and get it up on the online platform where it earns a few bucks. It’s my dream to earn a living with my writing and be able to take care of my sister financially the way she did for me.
But for now, I’m stuck trying to work out a love scene with the hero. I’m stuck because the image of him in my head is my boss’s face.
