Page 6 of Claimed By A Cowboy
“Paid a pretty penny for a few hours with me, Wynn,” he husks, his gaze coming to mine. I move closer, drawn to him. “You did plenty.”
“I can do more,” I whisper, my throat tight, my heart pumping. “I would hate to see this place fail.”
“Why would you care? A girl like you, from the city, this sort of place is just a weekend joke for you, I am sure. I’ll be back for you in an hour.”
What the hell? Turning away from me, he storms away and slams the door after him. I frown, wondering where that came from. He has been less than polite since I got here. When I turn, I catch a glimpse of myself in the glass door.
Well, I look like an idiot. In my high heels, flashy tank top, and that damn designer bag. I bet he thinks I came here as a joke. To watch them fail knowing I could high tail it out of Dodge without a single care.
“What were you thinking, Wynnie?”
Going through my things, I realize none of it will do. All my clothes are just a different version of what I have on. I am a bigger girl than most, with wide hips and a soft tummy. When I find something that flatters me, I buy it in any color I can get it in, and wear ad nauseum.
“Well, it looks as if this girl needs a bit of a country makeover. I cannot do something good here with none of the cowboys trusting me.”
Going to the door, I peer out, watching Wylder storm off. Why do I care what he thinks of me? Why does it matter how I am dressed or where I came from? Sighing as I step out onto the porch, I watch him head towards the barns.
“It always matters to you, dingle berry,” I whisper to myself sadly as I start to follow him.
I paid for an entire day with a cowboy. I am getting my money’s worth, whether this stubborn cowboy wants it or not. Kicking off my heels, I pad barefoot across the grass. His long legs get him a lot farther in fewer strides than my short legs can carry me.
“Hold on, cowboy,” I shout after him, racing across the dusty field.
Wylder slows down, turning back. His eyes widen before his entire body turns as he rushes towards me. Frightened by the anger on his face, I stop, backing up. I stumble on my bare feet. I gasp when he reaches me, snatching me up off my feet.
“Careful honey,” he murmurs as he holds me to his chest, “what the hell were you thinking coming out here this way?”
“I was thinking I wanted time with my cowboy,” I mutter breathlessly.
Cradled against his firm chest, his eyes locked on mine, I feel safer than I ever have before. He carries me as if I weigh nothing. My arms lasso around his broad shoulders as he stares down at me. When my gaze drops to his full, sexy mouth, I flush because he must see it.
Wylder must see I am attracted to him. I say he must see it because I feel obvious. We just met and here I am literally throwing myself at him. Tears of shame sting my eyes and I close them, bowing my head to hide them.
Why am I so emotional? What has this cowboy done to make me feel so out of sorts? I am not a flirt. That guy in Fiji was my first real attempt at getting a guy to notice me. I guess being brushed off proved I was no good with men.
“Well, you will get your time, honey. I don’t need you out here getting hurt. Running out here barefoot.”
“Those shoes were impossible,” I grumble, feeling more foolish by the moment as he carries me back to the bunkhouse.
“They looked it. What were you thinking wearing those things out here?”
Kicking the door open, he strides in and drops me on the bed. My pulse kicks up as he kneels beside the bed, lifting my feet in his hands. I wince as he runs his hand over a burr caught in my foot. Oh, this is why going out there without shoes on was a bad idea.
Wylder curses and storms off again, leaving me there. Before I can curse him, he comes back with a wet towel and bandages. On his knees again, he pushes me back on the bed, gently tending to the wound.
I gasp when he brings my foot up, brushing his lips over it. The touch of his lips on my skin sends shockwaves through me. Without a word, he climbs to his feet and stomps out of the bunkhouse.
I am in big, huge, enormous trouble.
Chapter Four
Wylder
Why the hell did this pretty filly bid on me?
Wynn Talbot is the most stunning sight I have ever laid eyes on. During my time on the circuit, there was plenty of pretty women. Models. Buckle bunnies. None of them hold a candle to Wynn.
I will be damned if I am not so drawn to her it feels wrong being away from her. I left her back at the bunkhouse after I bandaged her foot. What was she thinking coming out here that way?
