Robert managed to yell some obscenities before she could cradle the receiver but Scarlett hung up on him before he could say much. When the phone rang again a few seconds later, she picked it up and slammed it back down without seeing who was calling and then she unplugged it. A few minutes later, her cell phone started up. Scarlett dug the phone out of her purse. Sure enough, Robert’s number was on display. After hitting ignore, she blocked his number and then put the phone on vibrate.
After returning to the bathroom, she hung up her towel before heading to her dresser and retrieving a pair of snuggly pajama pants and a t-shirt. She dressed for bed and then checked the locks. She turned off all the lights with the exception of the lamp on her bedside table before she slid between the sheets. As she reached over to pick up a romance novel she was about halfway through, she thought better of it, picking up her cell phone instead and taking a look at the picture of her and Davis.
Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at his handsome face and remembered his breath at her neck and his hands gripping her considerable ass. Her gaze slipped over to the nightstand drawer, where she kept a small, bullet-shaped vibrator. Mmm, let me stop before I get too worked up. After having Davis’s huge cock inside me, buzzing the tower might not do it for me anymore.
As she turned the lamp’s switch, the room went dark. She nestled into her covers and turned over on her side. Closing her eyes, she said her prayers and hoped her dreams would be filled with Davis.
Chapter Three
“What are you going to wear?” she asked as she smoothed her sleek, gray bob back behind her ears with a gloved hand while she sat on a barrel next to one of the horse stalls at the Bank’s Horse Ranch and Training Center.
Pausing his brushing of a good-natured quarter horse named Sally, Davis sighed. “I don’t know, Gram. I haven’t really thought about it.”
The old lady frowned, her thin lips drawn tight as she shook her head. “How can you not have thought about it? You have to look nice when you meet Scarlett’s co-workers, not like some broken-down, dime store cowboy!”
Turning back to Sally so Gram couldn’t see his face, Davis rolled his eyes. Dime store cowboy…who talks like that?She finally makes a pilgrimage to the ranch from up on high and it’s about my personal life. She won’t be satisfied until she’s digging around in my closet and laying out my clothes like I’m a damn kid being dressed for church. Davis petted Sally and patted her side as he asked, “What do you think I should wear, Gram?”
“Well, I don’t like to pry but since you asked, I think you should dress up. Don’t just wear some flannel shirt and cowboy boots.”
“I think I can pull off a nice sweater,” Davis replied, offering Sally a small treat as he spoke. “Can I at least wear jeans?”
“Jeans?”
Gram’s tone of voice made Davis’s shoulders stiffen. He could practically hear her eyebrows arching as her eyes bored holes into his back.
“I guess not…”
“Don’t you want to look nice for Scarlett?”
Letting out a long breath of exasperation, Davis set down the grooming brush and turned to face his grandmother. “You want me to cut my hair too?”
She shrugged. “Couldn’t hurt.” Wounded, Davis automatically reached up and pushed back his mane while grunting.
“Gram, I know you like Scarlett and I’m really thankful that your sneaky nature and undercover matchmaking didn’t blow up in both of our faces, but I think she likes me just like I am. If that weren’t the case, I don’t think I would—”
The smile turning up the corners of Carolyn’s mouth into a near smirk stopped Davis in his tracks. How stupid could he be—nearly spilling his personal feelings to his well-meaning but meddlesome grandmother?
He was already embarrassed at having made a lovesick fool out of himself on Christmas Eve. His twenty-year-old sister, Melly, and his younger cousins had already given him hell for revealing the family secret to a woman he had only met a few days beforehand. They’d come as close to calling him pussy whipped as they possibly could without actually saying it. He had to threaten them with a switching to finally shut them up.
He couldn’t use strong-arm tactics with Gram but he needed to steer this conversation in a different direction. He couldn’t have the old lady more involved than she already was and if she started talking about him taking Scarlett to bed again like she had on Christmas Eve, he would die of embarrassment. “What I mean to say, Gram— and I mean this in as nice and as respectful a way as I can—just please butt out…please.”
Huffing, the elderly lady folded her arms across her chest. “Fine, like I said, I’m not one to pry.”
Turning his back again to keep her from noticing his look of disbelief, Davis tried not to sound sarcastic as he replied, “Of course not, Gram. Prying isn’t in your nature.”
Chapter Four
With all things being relative, the time between Scarlett’s last moments with Davis and the day she was supposed to see him again felt like twenty-years in prison rather than a four-day work week. Somehow, she had managed to pull it off, make all her contact appointments, sell her pharmaceutical wares to doctors’ offices and medical centers alike, and even get in a little shopping for something new to wear to the office’s New Year’s bash. This would be her first time attending without Robert and also her first real date with Davis, so her nerves were understandably frazzled but her tummy was simmering with excitement.
She had rushed home after
