Page 8 of Forever C*cky

I mutter out loud, “His name screams a bird of prey that eats fucking kittens and bunnies. See, asshole!”

The soap suds coat my scalp and run down my back as I work the shampoo into a thick lather.

I rinse and then condition the thick tresses while scrubbing my body until it’s glistening and squeaky clean. After a final rinse with cool water, I turn off the taps and reach out for the towel Natalee is handing me.

She grins at me and my brow arches as I ask, “What? Why are you grinning at me?”

She shakes her head and perches on the chair situated in the corner of the bathroom. “No reason. Only… wondering how you’re going to convince yourself that Falcon Donovan isn’t some rough and ragged cowboy that appeals to you.”

Shit! I must have been talking out loud while I showered.

There is no need to convince myself of anything.

Wrapping the towel around me, I walk to the mirror to apply my moisturizer and eye cream while my skin is still damp, getting the best benefit from the moisture still on my skin. I look at Natalee through the reflection. “I don’t need to convince myself of anything. Eliza McCormick doesn’t go for Texas cowboys.” I shake my head for emphasis. “I’ll get the story and be on my way back to civilization. Then, I’ll forget all about what’s certain to be a hellish two weeks.”

She grins at me. “Ok, whatever you say. I’ll be sure to remind you of this conversation.”

Turning, I face her and arch my brow. “Why on earth would I ever need to be reminded of this conversation?!”

She laughs and points to the stack of clothes she’s placed on the chair she just vacated. “No reason… There you go. The only appropriate clothing you packed in those four suitcases you brought with you!

“I’m going to go freshen myself up. My room is three doors down from yours. Archie is at the end of the hall. We have this whole wing. This place is massive. I want to go check it out. So, as soon as you’re dressed, come on down. They have refreshments in the front room. The room to the left of the front door. And… I’m starving and parched!”

I nod and she leaves. Turning back to the clothes, I groan as I slip on the jeans. The floral silk shirt does look a little out of place here. At least it has buttons.

Oh, well. I’ll stand out.

I always do.

I hum as I finish getting dressed and quickly blow dry my hair before pulling just the right side back and clipping it, allowing the waves to cascade down my back. After applying the bare minimum for makeup, I check my reflection in the mirror.

Nodding at myself, I say my mantra out loud at my reflection. “I’m Eliza McCormick and the world is my bitch.”

Falcon

I’m in thelibrary/office of the house, in the deep leather executive chair, and Momma is sitting in the brown leather chair on the other side of the desk, giving me a talking to. “Falcon, Miss McCormick is a lovely woman and her welcoming was not exactly like we’d hoped.” She purses her lips at me, but I can see she’s trying not to smile. “You laughed at her misfortune and then goaded her when she was already embarrassed. Shame on you.”

I chuckle as I remember the drenched beauty bobbing in the trough like an apple in a bucket. My eyes are crinkled as I look at Momma. “You know that was funny, Momma. I can see you trying to hold your laughter in. I know I shouldn’t have laughed at her… out loud… but, itwasfunny.” My hands slap my knees as I lean forward to look at the smile spreading on momma’s still beautiful face. “Had she been wearing boots and pants, like a normal person, instead of hooker heels and asilkdress, a silk dress, Momma… on a Texas ranch in the middle of June, her delectable derriere wouldn’t have been up in the air for God, and all of us, to see.

“What was she thinking?!”

Momma laughs heartily before pinning me with her deep blue eyes. “You don’t need to be discussing her womanly attributes with me like that, Falcon Donovan. She is a very beautiful woman. Which I’m happy that you noticed. And, while I agree that her shoes were unpractical, I can only hope that she’s packed sufficiently for the visit.” She points at me. “You need to offer Miss McCormick an apology.”

Yeah, I suppose I do.

Not that her taking a dip in the trough was my fault. And, I did try to help the woman out, but she wanted nothing to do with me.

She acted like I shoved her in the trough and when I tried to help her out, she treated me like my hand was covered in horse shit.

Well, I was laughing at her at the time.

Aw, hell… I need to go find Miss Fancy Pants and apologize.

And, yeah, I noticed she was a beauty. Doesn’t matter though.

I nod at Momma. “I will apologize to her. I promise. Though, it’s not my fault she fell. I’ll be a gentleman and offer her an apology. I can’t make her accept it though.

“She seems like a woman who holds a grudge…”

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