Besides, taking on her name, her job, her persona, lent me the sense of entitlement. Of personal power. Of reckless abandon that Lyssa embodied. Look where it got me. A hot guy, hot sex, and a cool ranch full of cool people.
I didn’t want to go back to being boring old Emma.
Not yet, anyway.
Not when Johnny looked at me like he did. When else would I have a chance like this? To explore my undeveloped wild side? To have a fling with a man I just met? To follow a hot cowboy to his ranch just to get laid a few more times?
It was a dream come true, and I didn’t want it to end.
“The job just kind of fell into my lap,” I said lamely. “My sister found it for me, actually. I’d just quit my job in Hollywood and needed a place to land for a little while.”
All of that was true.
“Nice. Their loss is my gain.” He winked then led me through the open wooden doors to a large stable. It was roomy and clean and smelled of fresh hay.
A dozen horses filled the stalls. Johnny led me past a black stallion and a dapple gray although I didn’t know if those descriptions were adequate. I read a bunch of fun fiction books about horses as a girl and got what I know about the animals from that.
“This is Chester. I call him Chester Chesterfield.”
As expected, Chester was a chestnut stallion–a beautiful red-brown horse with a tail and mane the same color and a white star on his forehead. The horse nickered, lifting his muzzle toward Johnny in greeting.
“Hello, Chester.” I didn’t reach out to touch him–I was too intimidated.
Damn, he was big. I couldn’t believe Johnny fell off an animal this huge. And got kicked in the head by another one!
Johnny reached out and rubbed the horse’s forehead and murmured to him in a deep, soothing voice. “Hey, buddy. How are you? Did Colton feed you this morning? Sorry I wasn’t here.”
My chest squeezed. Listening to Johnny talk to his horse was too sweet. If I’d had any doubt about his character–which I hadn’t–it would’ve evaporated now.
He grinned at me. “You can pet him.”
I drew a breath. I shouldn’t be scared. I supposedly worked on a ranch. Lyssa wouldn’t be scared. I reached out and gently rubbed the white star on the horse’s forehead.
“Want to go for a ride?”
My eyes flared wide.A ride?“Me?”
Johnny laughed. “I wasn’t asking Chester.” He leaned down close to my ear. “I can think of a different kind of ride if you want to do that instead.”
I flushed–and my pussy clenched–at his alternate proposition.
“How about this? Ride horses first, then you can ride me.”
“Okay,” I breathed, liking that idea. “But the horses? Um. By myself?”
He shook his head. “No, silly. With me. You can ride Chester, and I’ll ride Montague.”
It was just a horse. People rode horses every day. And, Johnny wouldn’t put me on an animal that might be dangerous to me or the other way around. I definitely didn’t want to hurt the precious horse, no matter how big he was. “Um, okay.”
I was Lyssa, right? Fearless. Fun. A little freaky. A ride and then a ride.
“Great.” Johnny flashed me a smile and opened the gate to Chester’s stall.
I stepped back out of the way, pressing my back against the far wall to give them lots of room. My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out of my pocket. It was a text message from Stan.
Call me.No hard feelings about you leaving. I have another project to discuss with you. It involves a big raise.
“Everything okay?”Johnny asked.