grim. He let his eyes travel over every inch of her, from the red boots to the blonde wig. A smart-ass grin cracked his stony face and he crossed his arms over his finely-sculpted chest. 'Well, Kingmaker, buddy. What do we have here? A fox in the henhouse? Did you enjoy the show, little fox?' He asked, raising one arrogant eyebrow at her.
Fox? Was he referring to her being a red-head? How would he know that? Did Miss Bright supply him with a picture for reference? Or maybe he just liked the out-of-date term for an attractive woman. Oddly, she kind of liked it too. It was certainly better than 'baby,' or worse yet, 'babe.' Calling her that would be a deal-breaker, so she supposed 'fox' was preferable, if a little weird.
But she really was not crazy about the blatant way he was checking her out. She was pretty sure she hadn't paid to be treated like a piece of meat. Or maybe she had. Either way, this particular cowboy needed to be put in his place. Hot bod or not, he was too cocky by far. Literally.
'Not really,' she said with a haughty sniff and a glare. 'It was a very short performance.' She knew she was supposed to be playing along, but it wasn't in her nature to allow anyone to treat her disrespectfully. If he was going to dominate her, he was going to have to work for it. At least a little.
She took an ungraceful step off the bale of hay, and attempted to walk around him. With her most disdainful look, she angled her body away from him as she brushed past. She was completely shocked when he had the temerity to grab her around the waist as she passed and brought her back flush against his front so tightly that she could feel every bulge and muscle. And there were a lot of them. Especially when he bent forward and curled his body around hers.
His breath was warm and incredibly erotic against her neck as he whispered, 'So, you were disappointed then? Maybe I should check to see if you're lying right now. I bet I'd find your panties as moist as a rain forest.' He reached down with the hand that wasn't wrapped around her waist, trailed it under her skirt and along one bare inner thigh.
'Let me go,' Kayla cried, pretending to struggle, but not very hard. She really didn't want to get away from him at all. He smelled like warm, clean man, leather and sex. An intoxicating mixture that made her want to turn around and lick his neck to see if he tasted as incredible as his scent suggested.
Even if she wanted to, she didn't think she could get away from that steely arm. She felt completely at his mercy, and was surprised to find that she was aroused by the sensation of losing control. But she didn't want him to know that just yet.
Reaching down, she gripped his wandering hand tightly before he discovered exactly how much she had enjoyed watching him.
He turned his hand around in her grasp and threaded his fingers between hers, holding her hand like a boyfriend, rather than a hired stud. The gesture was unexpectedly sweet and she felt her lips turning up in a smile.
'If you admit you liked watching me, I'll let you go,' he said in a teasing tone.
'I just came to see the horses, and you startled me, so I hid.' She spoke slowly, as if to a somewhat dim child, and tried to ignore how warm his naked chest felt against her shoulder blades. Even through her blouse she could feel how his hard flesh gave off what felt like an unnatural amount of heat. She could easily imagine sharing a bed with a man like this on a cold winter night. It would be heavenly.
'Oh. I get it. No wonder you were disappointed. I can't compete with a stallion. You're into horse porn.'
'What?' she screeched. Part of her fantasy was to play the role of a simple country girl, but she was pretty sure she hadn't checked the depraved pervert box on her application. Horse porn? Ewww.
'You know what I'm talking about.' He shrugged his broad shoulder, and stood upright. His grip tightened around her waist in case she thought escape was an option. 'Some gals, like you, are really into watching the horses breed. There's something primal about it that gets your juices flowing, so to speak. It totally get it. Personally, I'm into women, but to each their own.'
'I am not into horse porn. I got lost.' She gave another pull against his arm, but he just released her hand and wrapped the other arm around her shoulders. Now, she was completely surrounded by his heady scent. And they were moving. He was practically carrying her out the stall's doorway, and across the corridor toward the tack area.
As they drew closer, she felt a little shiver as she noticed that there were several implements that could be used for spanking spread across the table's surface. He didn't stop propelling her forward until her stomach pressed against the edge, directly in front of an elaborate western saddle. Removing his arms from around her waist and shoulders he stood behind her, plastered against her from shoulders to thighs. She was effectively trapped between him and the table. Exactly where she wanted to be.
Placing his hands on the table's rough surface, he pressed his hips into the small of her back. He was so much taller than her that their bodies didn't line up. She wished she could feel his cock hardening against her buttocks instead. But even when she stood on her tiptoes, that lovely prominent bulge was far from where she wanted it. Even wiggling to encourage him to bend his knees didn't help.
'Hey,' he said against her neck, and gave her a little jiggle. 'No judgment about you being into horses. Whatever gets you hot, I'm all for it.' He brushed his lips against her nape in a devastatingly light caress. 'But old Kingmaker needs the great outdoors to get in the mood, so the breeding usually happens in the pasture down the hill. So, you missed out on his show. I thought I'd give you something else to watch.'
'You knew I was here?'
'Of course. What, you think I take time out of my workday to jerk off all the time? Hardly. I new someone was here the second we walked in. I could smell you.' He leaned in and breathed in her scent. 'Ahhh…like flowers, vanilla and musk. You smell delicious.' He nipped her collarbone and the hairs on the back of Kayla's neck stood up in reaction.
'So, you deliberately put on a show, without knowing who was trespassing? What if I was your employer's wife, or daughter? Or a cross-dressing jockey?'
'The boss isn't married. Besides, I knew who it was. I could see your red boots through the cracks between the boards.'
'And I suppose you recognized me? I'm pretty sure we haven't met.'
'Listen, I've seen you around town. Hard to miss those boots you always wear, not to mention those legs. I know you work at the dairy down the road. And I've been trying to figure out a way to meet you for months. I know this isn't exactly typical, but I couldn't resist when I saw you spying on me. I though you'd stop me before things got out of hand.'
Kayla couldn't see his face but she suspected that he was smiling at his own double entendre. 'I probably should have. But I liked it. Liked watching you. A lot.' She admitted it quickly, but didn't turn to look at him. Despite the role playing, she still felt her cheeks grow hot at the admission.
He cleared his throat. 'Yeah. Well, I liked feeling your eyes on me too. I got carried away. But if it makes you feel any better, I was thinking of you the whole time.'
She snorted doubtfully. 'Seriously? You expect me to believe that?'
'Absolutely. I swear. I was thinking about the last time I saw you. A week or two ago. I was coming out of the gas station in town and you were bent over, facing away from me, pumping gas. Your cut-off jeans were just barely decent and I thought to myself, 'If I could just feel those legs wrapped around me, just one time, I could die a happy man.' So that was what I was thinking about.'
'Me? Pumping gas?'
'Not exactly.'
'Me? Pumping you?'
'Yeah. Pretty much.'
Kayla angled her head around until she could see his gorgeous face. He was actually blushing. She couldn't help it. She laughed outright. Who knew a prostitute could be so charming? Not to mention such a terrific actor. She hadn't been expecting this level of performance at all. She was certainly getting her money's worth. She reached out with one hand and caressed his angular cheek with her fingertips. His stubble was long enough to feel smooth and silky. All pretense at struggling to escape left her as she looked deeply into his bright blue eyes, and ran her thumb along his full lower lip. An invitation to kiss her.
He slowly leaned down until his warm mouth was just a hairsbreadth away from hers. 'By the way, I'm Nick,' he said, placing one hand on her neck to angle her chin up to him
