Page 18 of CowSex
“No fucking way?’
“Yes, fucking way.Ithought he was a homeless man from the woods, andhethought I was casing the joint, the Old Bill saw him on top of me and thought he was some kind of perv attempting to assault me and it all went off.”
“Dude! So what the fuck happened?”
“A real-life sheriff showed up. He knew the bloke. Turns out he grew up in this gaff with his aunt. She died recently and left it to him. He instructed the agency to cancel all the bookings, and somehow, I didn’t get the memo. So here we are.”
“OMG, Grace. So where did you stay?”
I let out a long sigh in anticipation of Kod’s freak out when I give her my answer.
“We were in the middle of a snowstorm, and it was one in the morning, so I had no choice but to stay here.”
“Grace! Please tell me he left?”
“Hmmm, no. I can’t tell you that, love, coz he didn’t—”
“Grace Amelia Elliott, you mean to tell me you stayed in a big ol’ fucking cabin, in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, with a scary man who tackled you to the ground and tried to assault you?”
“Well, it wasn’t quite like that.”
I get up and make my way to the bathroom, suddenly realising my bladder is about to burst.
“You told me it was exactly like that.”
I put my phone on speaker and place it on the edge of the sink, and after wriggling my knickers down to my knees with one hand, I sit down on the toilet.
“Well, it was, and it wasn’t.”
“What’s that noise, are you taking a waz?”
“Soz, I was busting.”
“Anyway, you stayed in the scary cabin in the woods with a stranger last night?”
“Like I said, I didn’t exactly have too many options considering the time of night and the fact it was snowing like a…” I look up at the ceiling as I try to think. “Like a cold, snowy place.” It’s the best I can do.
“So, what? Is he old, young, fit, what? I need deets.”
“Seriously?” I finish what I’m doing, flush, and then wash my hands.
“What, Grace? Fuck me, will you spit it out?”
I close the bathroom door and turn on the shower. It’s the over bath kind, with a huge watering can type head, and I give out a little yelp as the icy cold water hits me. I adjust the taps and wait for it to warm.
“You still there?”
“Shit, sorry.” I’d forgotten for a moment Kimmie was still on the phone.
“For fuck’s sake, woman, what’s he like?”
“He’s an arsehole but seriously hot.”
She gives a girly squeal.
“More. I need more. Give me a visual?”
“Tall, dark, and arseholish.”
