Page 1 of Caden's Situationship

One

CADEN

Anyone who ever said that fucking in a barn was sexy, had clearly never scratched their ass on hay. The shit was horrible and gave you a rug burn so bad, you’d swear your ass was on fire every time you sat down.

Even though I didn’t mind some pain during sex, I was too damn grown to roll around in straw. And in this case, I wasn’t even sure how I landed myself in my current predicament.

“Your name is Caden, right?” the woman wearing a bit too much perfume uttered as she played with the top buttons on my tucked in, collared shirt.

“Yes, it is.” I placed my hands over hers and gently pushed them away from my shirt. Unfortunately, that only made her bolder as one hand grazed the outside of my jeans, while the other fumbled with my belt buckle.

Using a little more force, I stopped both her hands again and took a step back. “I think you’ve got the wrong idea.”

“Wrong idea? Don’t you want me to help you get naked?” she purred, leaning against the barrel of hay and batting her false eyelashes at me.

“Darlin’, I’m not having sex with you tonight.”Or ever.I left out that last part because I wasn’t trying to hurt her feelings.

“But I’m ready for you.” She slightly slid her tight skirt up her legs and undid the top button of her cardigan. The shit wasn’t sexy, and I could tell that Miss Prom Queen was used to getting what she wanted. She reminded me of Regine offLiving Singlemixed with a little Whitley fromA Different World. High-maintenance, bougie, and far from my type.

I shook my head. “Not happening. I’m only here to take care of the business I have with Mr. Rose. Nothing else.”

“Nothing else,” she repeated. “You’re only here to talk to my boss?”

“If Lance Rose is your boss, then yes.”

“Figures. What do you want with him anyway? I thought you liked me.”

Is she delusional? We just met!“Ma’am, I don’t even know you. What’s your name again?”

She crossed her arms in a pout. “It’s Abigail, and if you didn’t want to have sex with me, why did you throw those hints my way and come out to my boss’ barn?”

"I came out to the barn because I needed to think, and it was too crowded inside the estate.” I leaned closer to make sure she heard me. “Trust me, I wasn’t hinting at anything. When you kept winking at me, I tried my best to look away, but at one point, I thought you had something in your eye and I have some good eye drops in my pocket.” Her eye started doing that twitchy thing she had done inside of the house, but this time, it was in annoyance at me. She scrunched her forehead as the redness that started at her chest made its way to her face.

“You suck,” she whined. “I can’t believe you thought you could get any of this!” She waved her hands up and down her body as if her fancy, overpriced clothes impressed me.

“You just offered yourself to me a minute ago,” I reminded.

“How dare you!” Her eyes got so big, I almost backed away from her even though she weighed next to nothing. “Consider this rendezvous officially over.”

“Over? When did it start?”

She gasped, then picked up her forgotten glass of red wine and tossed it in my face. I could have moved out the way, but I figured doing so would make her even more upset. Plus, she wanted to save face by feeling like she’d made the last move and I was nothing if not a gentleman.

“Raggedy ass cowboy,” she huffed, as she stormed out of the barn like a category six hurricane, shouting curse words my way as she went back to the estate.

“The story of my life,” I mumbled, adjusting my black cowboy hat as I made my way back to the party I was attending. The top of my white button-up was soaked in red wine, so I took a detour to my black Toyota Tundra truck and changed into the spare shirt I kept in my gym bag for emergencies. Not exactly formal, but hey, it was me: simple.

Taking a deep breath, I glanced at the gravel walkway that led back to the estate.Damn. This is brutal.The last thing I felt like doing tonight was schmoozing with the high-class folks of Dallas, Texas, but I was on a mission and couldn’t leave until I had a chance to talk to Lance Rose, the business tycoon who showed interest in investing in the ideas I had for my business. Granted, at this point, it would be easier to cut my losses, but I never quit at anything.

As I made my way back into the estate, I immediately groaned at the fact that Abigail was already talking to a couple other women who were all shooting daggers my way. It was hard enough forcing myself to be personable and talk about my business without the extra stress that Abigail was clearly out to make sure the women in attendance didn’t want anything to do with me. And from what I heard, the women ran this part of town, so if they didn’t like me, I didn’t stand a chance with their husbands and sons.

“Damn, Caden. Where you been at?”

I glanced away from Abigail in time to see Houston, my best friend and one of my business partners, approach.

“Remember when that woman asked me to talk to her outside?” He nodded. “Well, she wanted to do more than talk. Had me out there in the barn avoiding her advances, when I needed to be in here handling business.”

Houston shook his head. “Shit like that always happens to you.”

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