As soon as I stepped into the renovated barn, I was shocked. It was up to date and very tidy. I walked back out to the car to carry some things in, and while I did so, I sought the cranky farmer. Since he appeared to be of an age that prevented him from being the farmer himself, I concluded he was a farmhand of some type. In addition, the farmer was aware that we were going to arrive, and he was also aware that we were going to evaluate his property, so I assumed that he won't be as impolite to us when we first met him. When looking for a job, I researched and found out about this farm. It was a long-established and reputable farm that had won numerous honors for its products and maintained good standards for its animals. The farm was not known to have ever failed an inspection.
Kerry continued to whine as she pulled her large luggage inside the building while muttering, "I can't believe that jackass didn't offer to assist with the baggage." "I will be submitting a scathing review for this on travel advisor," you said.As we unpacked our belongings and made ourselves comfortable, we concluded that we needed to go out and get some food and booze. This was a vacation for me, and I planned to treat it as such. For the next few weeks, there would be no interruptions to my sleep, no toddlers coming into my bed at six in the morning, and no temper tantrums at bedtime. In addition, Kerry got the hot tub ready for our arrival by turning it on before we left.After searching for a grocery for twenty minutes, we finally located one, purchased everything we required, and made a beeline for the hot tub. Kerry yelled, "Let's get fucking mortal!" as she cracked the bottle of prosecco. "Let's go, mortal!""No," I stated in agreement. "Let's have a few drinks to be courteous with one another before we have to be professionals in the morning.""All right, you uninteresting biatch here's to a couple beers and an early night."Those infamous parting remarks! After two hours, with the music blasting and the prosecco flowing, we finally got into the groove of things in the hot tub. I chuckled and said, "So this happens when you're a mom while you're not on duty!" As we giggled and sang along to the music, it was like a scene from the Hangover. In fact, we did a decent job mimicking a Beyoncé performance.A deep booming voice said, "You've got to be fucking kidding me," and it was quite loud. We both leaped in astonishment, but our shock was immediately replaced by laughter when we spotted the same irate farmhand.Kerry giggled as she sat alluringly on the edge of the hot tub and urged the other person to "Oh, come on, lighten up and join us." However, he had none of it, and the wretched handsome bastard was too enraged to care."It's midday. I have to get up in four hours for the life of me! He got into position to turn off the electricity to the hot tub as he moved closer.I said to him as I gave him the "death gaze," "Come on, don't be such a miserable guy. We will keep the music down," and then I laughed. Even if I did want him to take control of all of my dreams, there was no need for him to act so aggressively toward me. There was no need for it.My remark caused him to look in my direction, and when he did, he furrowed his brows and refrained from providing a response. "Did you just refer to me as a scoundrel?"I nodded, but I knew I didn't want to go this route. What is the name of Jesus? Were we thinking when we realized that we were about to lose our jobs and be evicted from where we were staying?I said, "Look, we're sorry, we've had a bit too much to drink. We will go to our beds and say our goodnights," while attempting to seem sober and responsible. "Look, we've had too much to drink," I said. After giving the nod, he got up to depart. Even though he was all cleaned up at this point, I couldn't get the mental image of him in the shower with the water pouring over his sweaty, muscled, and bronzed body out of my head. Though I hadn't seen him grin yet, I got the impression that he would be even more alluring when he did.Kerry chuckled as he disappeared from view and said, "Oh, look at you." "Where are the Darcy that I have come to know and love?"As I started to step out of the hot tub, I grinned and said, "Come on, I have an idea." After drying myself with a towel, I slipped my big t-shirt over my wet costume and went out the door. Because Kerry was so intoxicated, she did nothing except sit around in her swimsuit and slide about on her sandals."Be my follower." I had an incredible thought, and even in my inebriated state, it was incredible. If I did it now, I would regret it tomorrow.I yelled after Kerry to "Get in" as I hurried towards her with a wheelbarrow left outside the farmhouse. "Get in!" I screamed to her."Holy motherf***er! "You're going to kill me!" she yelled at him. But she did it anyhow since she is a good sport and always does it. As we made our way toward home, we were laughing uncontrollably. I pulled the wheelbarrow as Kerry hung her legs over the cart's edge. I noticed that the lights in the far rooms of the large home were turned on, so I proceeded in that direction."Are you kidding me? Kerry yelled behind me, "He would go mad if he caught us!" but I disregarded her request to pay attention to her. As we hurried through the entry, the light turned on, and the door opened at the same moment the wheelbarrow toppled over. Kerry quickly got to her feet and fled the scene, leaving me to fend for myself. I was paralyzed in the place as I waited for the repercussions of my foolish and intoxicated behavior to play out.I closed my eyes in the vain hope that it would be the farmer and that I would be able to fib my way out of the situation, but of course, it was the grouchy old curmudgeon. And he appeared more grumpy than he ever had before.As his muscles labored to hoist the wheelbarrow back onto its wheels, I observed him as he exclaimed, "What the hell" as he came to remove the wheelbarrow from me. I was confused by his response.I yelled, "I'll take it back," as I tugged the bag's handles. During our game of tug of war over the stupid wheelbarrow, my hand accidentally made uncomfortable contact with his. I was standing so close to him that I could smell the soap he had used to wash his face. I took a deep breath and prayed that he hadn't seen me acting in a stalker-like manner."Are you Darcy?" He inquired as he was standing next to him and leaning on the wheelbarrow that he had recovered earlier."Is that what you're asking?""Hello, my name is Rory, and I own the Stable farm."I couldn't help but laugh at the possibility that he was the owner because we had scared the poor guy so much that there was no way he could be the owner. He could, right?"Really?" I inquired while drilling my gaze further into him to unearth the truth.He responded in a matter-of-fact tone, saying, "Yeah, really." It's good that you're cute because if you weren't, you'd be shopping for other accommodations the next day."Excuse me," I protested to the person. I can't believe he just called me adorable. I may have fantasies about him, but as a married woman, he had no right to make statements of that nature to me."Yes, I heard you, just get back to the barn and make sure to keep it zipped. If you two give me any more difficulty, I will have to go to your employer about it, and they are the ones who are paying for the pleasure of you remaining here.As I returned to the barn, I could feel his gaze burning into the back of my neck and shoulders. "What an arse," I said under my breath."I heard that!" he yelled out. "I heard that!"Beep, beep, beep, beep, When I opened my eyes, I believed I was dreaming, but as soon as I did, I realized that the loud droning of a horn was still in my ears."What the heck is going on?"I managed to pull myself up and check the clock; it was five in the morning. I staggered to the window, where I could hardly keep my eyes open when I saw him. It appeared like the guy was sitting on a tractor and making as much noise as he could manage. How immature of him! Little did he know that I wasn't bothered by noise since I had a child who was two years old, and so I was an expert at tuning out distractions. I got up and returned to bed, where I promptly slept off again until the alarm woke me up at 7:30."Did it dawn on you this morning what I was trying to tell you at the crack of dawn?" As I walked into the kitchen, Kerry questioned me. She was sipping slowly from a huge mug of coffee as she sat there.I chuckled and said, "The moral of the tale is that you should never fuck with a farme
When I answered it, it was Kiran on the other end. I quietly left the rowdy pub to take it with me and went outside."Hi," I said, sounding as unassuming as I could manage. I secretly hoped that my guilt at envisioning another man wouldn't be obvious to everyone else. "How is the newborn doing?""He's doing well and had a productive day at the nursery. I was in bed by seven, so you didn't really miss out on anything.""Aw, I really do miss him. Tomorrow night, I'm going to make an effort to call and tell him a tale before bed. Because my workplace had recently arranged for some networking drinks to take place tonight, I am obliged to go with all of the most eligible farmers in Edinburgh. There is no response. What exactly was the matter with my husband?He was unharmed until he eventually uttered, "Sounds like hell." "I will let you proceed with the rest of your evening then. Remember that you're supposed to work, so don't go too wild.""What exactly are you trying to say with that?"
I open my eyes and have no idea where I am, but I do know that I am not in my own house, and within moments, the events of the previous evening flood back into my mind. The potential harm I may have caused sends shivers through my body. In addition to the fact that I am still wearing my top, my lower half also appears to be whole. The question is whether I dare turn back and see my current location. And what I am doing here, or who I am with.With trepidation, I tilt my head away from the wall, but all I can see is a cozy bed and a wall. There's a glass of orange juice next to my bed and dark navy sheets that smell like Rory when I flip over. When the thought occurs to me, "What if it's poisoned?" I sit up and drink the juice in one sitting. He may lock me up in a farmhouse and beat the soles of my feet into submission, like in the movie "Misery." I return the remaining liquid to its place and step back onto the hardwood floor. Our room's window looks out into the barn where we're st
I remain silent and allow him to elaborate on his "favor." From how he walks and moves, I can tell he is uncomfortable asking for help."I need some extra time to do the farm evaluation. Here we go, then! I wish he had been more interested in Coprophilia."Why is that?" I lose it; I can't keep my temper from flaring. I had a sudden pang of guilt, wondering whether he tried to sleep with me to get this favor.To the papers before him, he averts his gaze. I'm not in the best place mentally; my dad passed away a month ago, and I've been left to cope with everything on my own.I knew a farm was changing ownership, but I didn't know it was this one. There was no acceptable reason to fall behind in work; problems at home were not acceptable, nor were the inherent dangers of working on a farm.The speaker said, "Look, I don't believe we can - "Just ignore my question; it's none of my business. Perhaps a disastrous first evaluation is needed to prove to everyone that "I can do this."As his
I see Rory driving his tractor in the field next to the huge house as I wave Kerry goodbye from my car. I drive there to inquire about the best time to lend a hand. I am confident in my plan as I head out to the field. I'm not an idiot; I realize this is completely against my values and morals. I'm a judgmental married woman who can't fathom the allure of extramarital affairs for both sexes. I felt sorry for the kids caught in the crossfire and angry at the homewreckers who had intervened and enabled it to happen.But as I draw nearer and watch the grin spread over Rory's face as he recognizes me, I remember why I can't say no. He pulls over to the side of the road beside the fence and parks the tractor. As I climb the fence to look at him closer, I groan and roll my eyes at the logical part of my brain.As in, "When would you like me to drop by?" I ask.In an hour, we can all sit down for a meal together."Oh, ok." Here, I'm just experimenting with fire. I give him a smile back and w
My heart is racing, and I feel queasy when I knock on the farmhouse door. I am about to lose it as Rory walks through the door wearing nothing but pants. I take a few deep breaths, one in each nostril, and slowly follow him into his kitchen. I'm amazed at his cooking skills right now. He is a present that keeps on giving.I'm assuming you're a spaghetti fan.I give a polite nod, covering up how amazed I really am. To cover his broad shoulders, he walks over to the chair his t-shirt is draped over and does so. Don't worry about me; I nearly always end up talking out loud. He responds, and I can tell by the look on my face that I am not pleased.He excuses his absence of a t-shirt by saying sheepishly, "I didn't want to get spaghetti sauce on it."I can't help but remark, "It smells great." As I cross the sizzling pan, the aroma fills my lungs. Can we skip the small talk and get right to business? I am interested as to how much of a time commitment it will take to organize all of his pa
He tosses the noodle back into the pot, splashing it all over his white tee.“Shit!” They hear him howling.So, I go over to his side of the counter again. Is everything well with you? I ask. His lovely white shirt is now stained with crimson sauce.His head shakes in disapproval. He finally snaps, "See, this is what I was trying to prevent." To which the respondent enquired, "You have a son?"To what end were you avoiding me? Which came first, the flaming tomato sauce or the reality that I'm a happily married mother of two?Both," he says with a chuckle. He removes his tee shirt again, and the sight of his half-naked figure makes me weak in the knees. I should be escaping from his deceptive grins and teasing remarks as quickly as possible. There's no doubt in my mind that he has feelings for me; after all, we wouldn't have come here if we weren't both hoping for a certain outcome. As he hands me the bowl of spaghetti, I bite down hard on my lower lip. I can't bring myself to sit down
Rory approaches me and stands next to me. He greets you with a kind "hello" and a slightly seductive tone.Uncomfortably, I offer a grin. “Hello.”As he mutters softly in Scottish, his powerful palm flicks a strand of my hair away from my face.My body tensely stiffens. Why ask that question if you don't have to get up early. As fear grows within me, I wonder.In an intimate gesture, he slides his finger to my lower lip and strokes it. His "shhhhhhh" draws me closer to him, and his warm breath on my face sends shivers down my spine. The pace of my breath quickens to match his, and we're both moving to the same beat in an instant. We each stare at one another silently, taking in the details of their faces. His brown eyes were dark and deep as they stared into my blue ones, who craved every part of him. His accent and low voice make me even hotter. He says in a low voice, "You do something to me, and I simply can't stop myself."As I try to think of a response, he presses his lips to mi