Page 6 of My Cowboy Boss
Be cold as ice, Flint. Feel nothing. That mantra kept me alive.
I make the mistake of glancing down at her shirt.
She’s wearing a light green one that’s flimsy and girly with some sweet cleavage going on.
Her nipples harden under my gaze, standing at attention. I shouldn’t keep looking. But I do. And I fucking want to see more. I want to see her tits in the palms of my hands. I want to tug at the little buds in the center of them and have a taste. A lot of tastes.
The pull is too strong to fight. I thread my fingers through her hair. It flows down her shoulders, draping over my wrist. Soft and silky. I tug her head back and her eyes widen. Her lips part and she pulls the lower lip between her teeth.
Then she starts breathing fast and shallow like she’s sensing this might not be such a good idea.
Yeah, that’s right, Sugar. I shouldn’t do this. I’m your boss.
But fuck all the shoulds to hell and back. Those pouty lips look like they’re ripe for me.
“What…what are we…”
“Doing?” I fill in the word she’s searching for.
She tries to nod but can’t because I’m still holding her hair, keeping her head in place, on the brink, ready to take a taste of her.
I’m hesitating because I’ve been trying to convince myself this is lust and there’s nothing more to it. But a seed of shock takes root and starts growing because having her before me and holding her like this feels right.
Like she belongs with me. And worse. Like I belong with her. And I know firsthand how hearts are fragile organs. I know how they shatter and how wounds fill up all the empty spaces where they break.
I’m her boss, I tell myself again like if I repeat it enough then maybe I won’t make a move I can’t undo. I want her but I don’t trust her. Two reasonsnotto do this.
I summon the strength to step away and am surprised when she leans her hand on the desk, her body sagging against it.
“Did I frighten you?”I don’t want her to be scared. That would kill me.I don’t know where those thoughts came from. Or why she matters so damn much. I don’t know where that thought comes from either.
“No.” She straightens like she’s had a lifetime of making herself be strong and she flashes a smile though it’s forced.
“You don’t look okay.”
“I’m thinking about the cows.”
Oh. Well, not me sweetheart. When I almost kissed you, I didn’t even remember I was on this fucking planet much less a ranch.“Right. The health records.” I rake a hand through my hair, wishing I couldn’t smell her perfume or shampoo or whatever the hell it is on my skin.
“I found a pile of paperwork stuffed in the desk drawer and there’s also a box over there in front of the bookshelf.” She points in the general direction. “Maybe it’s in there.”
If that lowlife who screwed my family over even logged the information. I wouldn’t be surprised to discover he didn’t.
Arizona walks across the room on her bare feet. Her toenails are painted sparkly pink. She seems a lot younger than I imagined she would be. I make a mental note to ask Wilder about her resume since he’s the one chose it from the dozens that hit the ranch’s inbox after the job ad posted.
I guess in all the stress of trying to protect the ranch it slipped my mind to ask my brother about it.
She bends over in front of me with that shapely ass in prime position lining right up in front of my cock.
“Fuck me,” I mutter.
She looks over her should. “Did you just say you want to fuck me?”
The office door flings open, and I turn, quickly stepping sideways to cover the view of that ass. I don’t want one of the ranch hands seeing her.
“Mom? Dad? You’re back early.” I didn’t expect them until next week.
“We wrapped everything up and wanted to hit the road.” My mother peeks around me, her eyes lighting up with delight when she sees Arizona. “Wilder said you found someone.”
