Page 27 of Stirring Up Trouble
Leslie came storming into my office, her face set in a frown. "You need to get your ass out there right now," she said.
I scowled up at her as I flipped through the papers on my desk. I was hiding because I had already searched out Robin four times in the last two hours. The man needed some space from my obsessive ways.
"I'm good in here," I told her.
She shook her head, then put a hand over the pages and pressed them to the desk. "You need to get out there because your boy is looking mighty fine in his jeans and hat. The men are swarming, and the women are damn near fainting."
I was out of my chair before she could finish.
"What do you mean?" I demanded.
“Robin’s getting ready for his event. He's turned more than a few heads with that soft smile of his. I think you might have some competition."
I growled at the thought. I didn't want anyone else to get to him. No one would be able to give him what he wanted.
I wasn't sure how I knew that, but I did.
While I was new to men as romantic partners, I wasn't new to Daddy kink. I understood exactly what Robin wanted, even if he didn't even know himself.
And I would give it to him.
He'd gotten his space.
He'd had time away.
He clearly needed someone to guide him to make the right decisions.
Walking around my desk, I grabbed my hat and slid it on. "Take me to him," I said.
Leslie did a happy dance, then turned and skipped out of the office. I followed her with an eye roll, not wanting to encourage her any further, but amused nonetheless.
It didn't take me long to see what she meant. People were whispering and pointing. Others were flat out stalking him. My boy had a gaggle of admirers around him as he listened to Bobby Allen and Elton give him advice.
I could tell he didn't need it. His confidence was higher than I'd ever seen it. He knew what he was doing. Likely had done it before and was ready to take it on.
As I approached the group, they parted, leaving me to face Robin. I looked him over from head to toe. He shivered, still avoiding my gaze.
"Robin," I said, voice steady as I tried not to give away my desire.
"Yes," he said, eyes still trained on the rope in his hand.
"Which horse are you riding?" I asked him casually as if I were invested in the activity rather than the man.
“Bobby Allen suggested I go with Amber. He said she’s fast and gentle enough for what I need.”
I shoved my hands in my pockets in an attempt to not reach out and grab him. The horse Bobby Allen suggested was fine, but it wasn't the one I wanted him on. It wasn't the one I knew would help him win.
"You should ride my horse, May, instead.”
At that, Robin finally looked at me. His eyes were wide, and his jaw hung open.
I smiled and gave him a nod.
"I'm serious," I said when he didn't speak. The people around us whispered, curious as to why I would ever allow anyone to try to tame my horse. When I said she had a reputation, I meant it. My angel was not up for sharing.
"I can't," Robin said. "She's yours."
I stepped closer to him. “Yeah, she is. But I think she would like to spend some time with you too. Are you afraid of her?”
