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“Yeah exactly. I’ve been here for a while and it was in desperate need of repairs. I figured it was time to update everything while I was at it,” I say, leaning against the plywood counters.
“Do you have animals?” She asks, trying to peek out the sliding glass door.
Motioning toward the door with my head, I tell her to come on. We go outside and she takes in a small gasp. It feels good to know that someone who’s never seen it is impressed. That’s how it used to be when my dad took care of it. Everyone who saw the property was impressed.
“I do have a barn, as you can see, but no I don’t have animals. Not anymore,” I explain.
I pull a chair out for her to sit down and she does, thanking me shyly.
“You used to have animals?” She asks, glancing at the barn.
“I never did, but my dad did. He ran the ranch. Over there is where the horses used to roam,” I point.
She’s quiet for a few minutes as she takes in the property. While she does that, I take her in. The way her eyes dart from one place to another, while she chews on her plump bottom lip. The way the breeze catches her hair, blowing stands around her beautiful face. Watching her makes me want to fuck her right here, but I won’t. I didn’t invite her here for a damn booty call.
“So, you lived here until you went to the East Coast?” She asks.
It makes me grin that she remembered that when I only mentioned it once. “Yeah pretty much. I went to the East Coast for college and ended up staying there until I moved back. I’ve been here about a year.”
“You’ve only been back for a year?”
“I’ve been back in Texas for a few years, but here I’ve only been back about a year. What about you, did you grow up here?” I ask, suddenly wanting to get to know her.
“Just a few towns over. I lost my mom when I was a kid, so I wanted to stay close to home for my dad,” she says.
“I’m sorry to hear about your mom,” I say, reaching over to squeeze her hand.
I know all too well what it’s like losing your mom. Knowing she’s experienced the same pain I have makes me angry for her. Losing someone you love, to death or otherwise, is the hardest thing to deal with, especially as a kid.
She forces a smile, a smile I’ve done countless times. “Thanks.”
Knowing she wants a subject change, I do just that. “Let’s have a look at that article.”
We spend the next hour and a half talking about her article, which is brilliantly written, and eating pizza. I’ll admit, I’m having a good time with her. When she’s not intimidated by me, she’s got one hell of a personality.
“So, what made you want to be a psychology professor? Why not a psychologist?” She asks, sipping her water.
Winking, I light my cigarette. “To teach and inspire,” I say with a laugh. “Honestly, I had this professor in college that made me want to not be hungover and go to class. I aspired to be like him.”
“You’ve been that professor for me,” she says, blushing.
Getting up I pull her out of the chair and push my lips to hers. I tried to keep my hands off of her, but it’s impossible. The pull I feel toward her isn’t something I can deny.
Pulling back slightly, I keep my hands in her hair. “Would you like to see my room?”
Chapter 19
Emma
Laying in Drake’s bed,my head on the pillows and his by my feet, we are still recovering. Well, I am anyway. His hand is lazily running up and down my calf and it’s so damn relaxing. I still can’t believe this is real. That I am in his bed, at his house, and he just fucked me. It’s more than the fantasies I’ve had, it’s reality. It makes me feel a bit bold.
“Have you ever been in a serious relationship?” I ask.
As soon as I ask it I think I might be prying, but than again I am laying naked in his bed.
“No, I haven’t. What about you?”
He just answers like it’s no big deal. Which kinda surprises me. Maybe it’s the post orgasm bliss that makes him answer so easily. Usually, well usually we don’t talk much.
