Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
“Ohhh, love the new lingerie,” Talia said as she slid a hanger aside, revealing a sexy and strappy black teddy with dark-red roses embroidered along the bodice.
“My confidence boosters,” I said as I took it out of the closet and carefully placed the lingerie in my suitcase. “You know me. Beneath my suits I like to have something sassy on. Makes me feel powerful and a little naughty to know that if most people saw what I wore under my corporate image, they’d faint.”
“That’s because you can be a cold-ass ballbuster at work,” Talia said as she handed me more hangers with various cute skirts and pretty shirts for me to pack. “I should know. I didn’t last a week as your assistant.”
“You called me an uptight bitch,” I said in a dry tone as I folded a pair of decidedly 80s-looking hot-pink fishnet stockings and leg warmers.
Talia pulled out a pair of neon-orange lined in lime-green booty shorts. “Girl, what is up with all these bright colors?”
“The theme is the 1980s, I’m trying to dress the part.”
“Okay then,” she said in a doubtful tone as she handed me three bikinis in various neon shades. “Is there going to be a pool party?”
“Yep. They have a huge indoor pool and one of the nights they’re going to play 80s movies on a big screen on the edge of the pool. They’re going to have all kinds of floaties and rafts, so people can relax and watch the movie. And there’s going to be games, and a huge barbecue spread. Of course it will all be indoors because early spring in Montana is no joke, but it will still be fun.”
Talia grinned, then bit her full lower lip before returning her dark gaze to mine. “Please know that what I’m about to say is coming from my heart, okay?”
I paused in my packing, my pulse suddenly picking up as worry started to knot my stomach. “What is it?”
“Well, you tend to be a little closed off and you are difficult to get to know. Not that there is anything wrong with that, you are who you are, but if you only have seven days at the Ranch, and you want to spend it with a good Master, you might have to lower your inner walls a bit.”
My shoulders slumped as I nodded. “I know. My therapist said the same thing. That if I’m really going to let my inner teenager out, I needed to let her run free. She said I need to try to recognize my adult hang-ups for what they are and just have fun without overthinking everything. She told me I needed to be impulsive.”
Talia laughed at my no doubt sour expression. “Oh boy, you loath being impulsive.”
“I know,” I muttered dryly, resuming packing and holding up a few of my favorite collars. “And look, I’m bringing these so whatever Master I end up with can properly claim me.”
“What if they have their own collars?” Talia asked as she looked at me over her shoulder while getting more items from my closet. “Would you wear one of theirs?”
“Actually, it will work a little different for Spirit Week. Guys get a black class ring they wear on the middle finger of their right hand that has their name engraved on the inside. If they decide to claim a submissive for the week, they attach their ring to the submissive’s collar. Rawhide’s version of going steady.”
“That is adorable,” Talia gushed as she gave me starry eyes. “I am so jealous that you get to go. Please tell me you’ll wear some lucky guy’s ring by the end of the week?”
I turned away from her hopeful face. “I wish I could say yes, but that would depend. I have no problem with casual relationships, as long as we’ve both had the proper STD tests and background checks. Since Rawhide requires both before a guest can even make a reservation, I won’t have to wait to fool around for any test results to come back. I can go in there knowing that any single and willing man I meet I can fuck to my heart’s content. But I’m not fooling myself thinking I’ll find anything long term there. This is a vacation, and vacation romances rarely last. I will hopefully find someone I click with, and we can have fun together, then we’ll go our separate ways and be fond memories for each other.”
“Don’t be such an unromantic poop.” Talia stuck her tongue out at me. “You never know. Maybe you’ll meet the quarterback and become homecoming queen!”
“Right,” I said sarcastically then blew out a tension-filled breath. “Too bad I was never into the football guys in my high school. Either way, I’ll be having a ton of fun, learning things, and hopefully having a lot of quality orgasms. Sounds like a win-win to me.”