Page 59 of Holding The Reins

Liv

Damn.

Ginger

Yep. He was huffing his chest like a caveman or so I heard, and punched Andrew right in the face, more than once. God what I would’ve done to see that.

Liv

Why do I find that extremely hot?

Ginger

Right? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the Ashby boys give someone a good ass-whooping.

Liv

CeCe, tell me he took his shirt off for ease of mobility?

Ginger

I’m sure he was just being nice. It’s probably because he just thinks of her as any other employee. Nothing more, nothing less. ??

Liv

Totally. I’m sure it has nothing to do with the way he looks at her like she’s his next meal and he’s been fasting for months.

Ginger

OR how he conveniently shows up at our table every time a man approaches CeCe every damn Sunday.

Liv

Or how he always plays all of CeCe’s favorite songs, brings in a cover artist of her girl crush and always saves us the booth where he can keep an eye on her from the bar.

Enlighten us, CeCe. If you don’t answer in thirty minutes we’re going to assume you are in fact saving a horse.

Ginger

She isn’t answering. It’s been an hour. Could it be that her caveman boss actually took her home and gave her a proper evaluation?

Liv

If by evaluation you mean he’s evaluating how well she takes his dick than I say I sure fucking hope so. God, you deserve a night like that, babe.

Ginger

If you are doing your hot boss we need the details. He definitely has big dick energy.

Liv

Hell yes, oh God I may never look at Nashby the same. LOL.

Ginger

Good morning, CeCe. Are you dead? Has your hot cowboy boss fucked you to death?

You guys are impossible.

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