Page 5 of Caught By A Cowboy

“Oh, yeah, sure.” I step up, and she turns around so her back’s facing me.

“It’s just a hook at the top and then the zip,” she explains as I try to grasp the delicate little hook in my big, clumsy hands.

I take some time to admire the bare skin on her shoulders once I finally release it, and my cock gets harder as I slowly slide the zip down her back, and expose more of her milky-white skin. The zip travels low enough for me to see the top of the white lace panties she’s wearing, and it makes me want to grip hold of the back of them and trail my tongue along her spine.

It’s not until I glance up at the full-length mirror in front of her, that I see that she’s watching me in its reflection.

“There, that should do it.” I shake the thoughts out of my head and quickly back away, sliding my palms over my jeans when I realize how clammy they’ve got.

“Make yourself at home,” I tell her, rushing out the door and closing it after me.

“That's so much better.” It’s a little later when she comes down the stairs, wearing my sweats and shirt, her hair’s loose now, slightly damp, and hanging over her shoulder, I wanna reach out and touch it. She spots the pizza box on the coffee table next to where my feet are propped and lifts the lid. “You saved me some?” She looks impressed as she helps herself to a slice then takes a seat on the couch beside me.

“So, what are we watching?” Her focus goes straight to the television.

“You can choose.” I hand her the remote control, there's nothing on the screen that's gonna interest me now that she’s in the room. Maddison MacKenzie looks far too good wearing my clothes for me to pay attention to anything else.

“I ended up taking a nap,” she admits, as if she feels the need to explain herself.

I don’t answer her, I just keep pretending to be interested in what's on the screen.

“My head hit the pillow and I just went out. I slept better than I have in months.” She laughs to herself. “Is that selfish? No one knows where I am, I didn’t show up to my own wedding or give an explanation to my fiancé. How could I have just slept like that?” She looks stunned at her own admission. “I’m a terrible person.” She takes the beer bottle out of my hand and helps herself.

“You should let your family know where you are and that you're safe.” I snatch it back from her.

“I can’t face them. Not yet. Everyone was so excited, they spent a fortune on that wedding. My father just made Adam a partner at his firm. I’ve made such a mess of everything.” She buries her head in her hands and I have no idea how I can comfort her. “My parents are gonna hate me, Adam’s parents are gonna hate me and Adam…”

“Why didn’t you go through with it?” I ask the question I’ve wanted to ask since I saw her sitting on the barstool in Sawyer’s bar. Up till now, I’ve managed to hold off on asking anything at all, convincing myself that if I didn’t know shit, it couldn’t hurt me. Which is pathetic considering I don’t even know this woman.

“I guess it just didn’t feel right.” She shrugs as she continues to eat her slice of pizza.

“And you didn’t figure that out before you put the dress on?” I frown at her.

“You're far too judgemental.” She takes the beer from my hand again and I growl in frustration.

“If you want a beer you just have to ask.”

“If you were a good host, you’d have offered,” she points out. My head shakes as I get up and make my way to the kitchen to grab her one.

“I’m pretty sure, as my housekeeper, you should be getting the beers for me,” I call out as I open the refrigerator door.

“I’m off the clock.” She waits for me to return before she takes the beer from my hand and winks at me.

“Happy wedding day.” I clink the neck of my bottle against hers before I retake my space on the couch.

“Believe me, this is not how I expected to be spending my wedding night.” She reaches forward to take another slice of pizza and I find it strangely satisfying to see her so relaxed.

“So what happened to your last housekeeper?” she asks, changing the subject.

“You sure are nosy.”

“Inquisitive,” she corrects me.

“She died,” I admit, feeling a sharp tug in my chest.

“You work her to death?” Maddison laughs as she licks her fingers clean.

“She was my mother,” I whisper sadly, and it makes her mouth drop open in horror.

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