Page 28 of Chasing the Wild
*eye roll emoji*
Rude.
Also, suspicious.
Are you avoiding my question with your overuse of that particular emoji?
No. I haven’t.
Criminal, really. Your tits deserve some lovin’.
Is your boss hot?
I’m picturing older… skillful with more than just a rope and a horse, if you know what I mean.
I suddenly findmy heart in the back of my throat. So far, I’ve neatly side-stepped the exact details of my snow-bound employment. Sage knows I was coming up this mountain in search of Kayce, but for whatever reason, the actual words to the effect ofhey, bestie I’m stuck here working for my ex boyfriend’s insanely hot father who totally flirted with me when we first methave yet to come out of me.
But the truth is going to come out sooner or later about this entire scenario, and as I chew my lip, it quickly becomes apparent that it will look a million times more damning if I don’t tell her.
Oh, god. I’m really doing this…
Nope. Stop that right now.
I haven’t had a chance to give you all the details, but the ranch is owned by Kayce’s dad.
Dots bounce on the screen,and my thoughts race in time with the tiny fluttering icons.
And?
Points for being a property owner, business owner, and cowboy.
Tri-fucking-fecta.
Perfect opportunity for hot revenge sex for all the shit that douchebag has put you through.
Daddy has obviously got his shit together… unlike Kayce.
I love you, but I am not even dignifying that with a response.
Off to shower.
Bye, Sarge.
YOU DIDN’T ANSWER MY QUESTION?!
I leavemy best friend onreadand swipe out of our message thread. There is no stopping Sage once she’s on a mission to dig for information on my love life, and I’m sensing immediate danger by letting her get a sniff of blood in the water with the circumstances I’ve currently found myself in.
While I might, eventually, one day tell her the whole ridiculous tale, for now, it is far better for my own sanity if I don’t start entertaining conversations about Colt.
There is already far too much going on in my imagination when it comes to the off-limits cowboy in this house.
Wanton thoughts and daydreams. Certain lingering fantasies.
Holy shit, my body heats and pussy clenches at the memory of the vivid sex dream I had about him last night. My submissive side and breeding kink is alive and well, it would seem.
Blowing out a breath, I plug my phone into its charger then reach up to tug my hair out. Crossing the room while wrestling both braids loose, I untangle them with my fingers before scooping the chaos of curls back up into a top knot. Winter, tiredness, and being all out of sorts means there is absolutely no chance I can be bothered trying to wash my hair tonight, it’ll have to last another day of the dry shampoo treatment.
My ensuite is pretty much an all-in-one tiled square, with a deeply inviting bath recessed into the wall at one end, and an open glass partition creating a wall to contain the shower on the other. The third wall has a toilet, vanity, and big mirror.
