Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
To cool her off.
She squealed as I bent down and hoisted her over my shoulder. Damn, but she felt good in my arms. Smelled good too.
Sort of like a vanilla ice cream sundae.
With… fresh strawberries.
I grinned, my hand resting on her lower back to hold her in place. I was real tempted to let it slide down a bit. Then I'd be enjoying a handful of her sweet cheeks, as well as feeling her generous bosoms pressing against my back.
I'd never lifted such a fine bit of precious cargo before, even wiggling around the way she was. She slapped at me, kicking and screaming. I ignored her and kept going.
I had a point to make.
And a wildcat to put in her place.
Her head whipped up as she realized where I was going. She started pounding on my back, wailing like a banshee.
"Don't you dare!"
I didn't falter as I slid her down off my shoulder and into my arms. I smiled down at her. Then I carefully lowered her. Right into the horse trough.
"Eeeeeeee!"
She squealed as she sank to the bottom. It had constantly running water, filtered too. So it was clean.
And real cold. Frigid really. I put another toothpick in my mouth, and stared down at her.
"Now then."
I lifted my foot up, resting my boot on the edge of the trough. I ignored the fact that her tight clothes were even tighter when wet. Or the way her wet hair somehow looked like wet rubies against her creamy skin.
I ignored the fact that she looked like she wanted to kill me.
I ignored how stunning she looked with that crazy look in her eyes.
Most of all, I ignored the fact that my dick was hard enough to hammer nails.
"How bout some grub?"
Pheonyx
"I wanted to go home and change first. This is ridiculous. I'm sitting here in wet jeans!"
The insufferable man calmly sipped his coffee and perused the menu as if I hadn't just spoken. As if I wasn't even here!
I was so distracted I'd forgotten to order a drink. The waitress came back. I noticed she was being overly friendly. In fact, she was staring at Clint like she was starving and he was a steak.
I made a little hmmff sound as he smiled at her politely. He was being perfectly nice to her, but to me he acted like a caveman!
"What will the lady be having?"
"I'll have an iced tea-"
Clint interupted immediately.
"Unsweetened."
I glared at him but kept ordering. I didn't want to argue in front of the waitress. My mama didn't raise me to be rude to servers, that was certain.
He said nothing about my spinach salad with fresh lemon instead of dressing. But when I tried to order a milkshake he shook his head and simply said 'no.'
I was stewing as he placed his order, biting my tongue until the waitress sauntered off with an exaggerated wiggle in her hips. I was about to roll my eyes when I noticed that Clint wasn't looking at her obvious display of feminine wiles.
He was looking at me with his eyebrows raised.
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Come on, wildcat. Out with it."
I grit my teeth.
"Out with what?"
He smiled as if I'd said something funny and shook his head.
"You are practically giving off steam you are so angry. Spit it out. It's not good for a rider to hold on to emotions. The animal can sense it and-"
"I never take my emotions into the ring."
He leaned back and nodded.
"Okay then. That's real good. I guess we can skip that lesson."
"We can skip all of them for all I care!"
I started to stand but he gripped my arm.
"Sit down. JJ went to a lot of trouble to hire me. I signed a contract and everything."
"He's paying you? With my money?"
Clint was having a grand old time. He smothered a laugh as the waitress came back, setting down my iced tea. She asked him again if he wanted 'anything else.'
This time I did roll my eyes.
Clint barely glanced at her, telling her that he was fine just as he was. He did ask her to turn down the AC. He smiled at me lazily.
"My companion is a bit damp."
I waited until the waitress was gone. I couldn't help but check to see if he looked at her bottom. He'd looked at mine enough times in the half day I'd known him!
But, oddly enough, he didn't even look once.
"What makes you think you have a right to dictate what I can eat?"
"You're an athlete. I'm your trainer. End of story."
I stared at him, my mouth opened and shutting as I tried to think of what to say.
"Are you saying I'm fat?"
"Hell no, woman I'm not blind."
I was slightly mollified by that.
"Well then, I will kindly ask you to mind your business. I am a grown woman after all."
He shook his head.