Steering clear of the rancher was going very well, she told herself. Not that she had had her resolve challenged or anything. She hadn't even seen him all day. And most importantly she hadn't thought of him.Evening was almost over, about six hours since she left the pub with her resolution set in plaque and laminated in perspex. She had spent the hours sleeping, and then waking to stream a long movie, while simultaneously on a call with her friends.Now that the movie was done, a complete flop from the last one in the franchise, and her friends were gone, she realized she had nothing much else to do. Partly, she yearned for some hustle and bustle and wished she had picked a house in town. But that thought was only for a moment. Who was she kidding, she wouldn't trade this peace and quiet for something else. She got enough hustle and bustle from the city and her apartment building, which was right in the penumbra of the metropolis. When was the last time she could hear her own breath
As far as virtual assisting went, Mentor sucked at it. He removed his stetson and wiped at his brewing forehead with a palm.Garth's yearly soirée was tonight and he had put off shopping for clothes so long it had become too late. It was kind of nice of Mrs Rosenthal to offer to take his daughter shopping and get him clothes as well. Emphasis on the and.But now it was turning out to be not such a good idea. The duo were calling him for the seventh time since he stepped out of his truck at the ranch. At first, they had wanted to know if they wanted him to shop for his stuff first before Queen's, as if they couldn't make the decision themselves. As if they hadn't already made it.Then Queen had wanted to know if he wanted a tie with little teddy bears on it, said she wanted it for him but Sandy was sure he wouldn't like it so she had called to ask. Soon afterwards they had called about a gift for Garth and a gift for Garth's goats and could she adopt all the baby geese she had seen at
Exploring the town was something she had always had in the back of her mind to do, but, except for the bookshop she'd been to that other time, she had only been to the town market to get stuff, she hadn't done much of exploring. On account of her little cottage being so far away from town.So, when she had strolled out of her house today and saw that the afternoon sun was mild, she had gone back inside to get her tote bag and made the trek into town.At the moment, she was at a new pub, whose cutthroat-y name glued above the porch less door had given her the first impression that it was going to be lewd, or at least offensive to the feminine senses. But 'Gargly Broad' had turned out to be a mere hoax. The air conditioning that had enveloped her as she had stepped inside had first tugged away the little heat that still clung to her from the trek. Everything was all marble stones and glass. The semi-oval rose-white marble bar extended over the anterior part of the roundish room with g
She had woken up late today. The white rays of the sun were already high in the sky, having swept away the last of dawn.A cup of hot coffee was just the thing to start her day, she thought as she blew on the scalding cup in one hand with her phone in the other hand. Especially after a night spent sleeping in fits and starts.Which made her wonder about the source of her sleeplessness. Everest wondered if he was up already and perhaps regretting yesterday night.A tentative sip of the hot coffee scalded her tongue, but it had worked to get rid of the weird speculations. Why would he regret kissing her? He was a grown man and of his own mind. And she had been made carnally aware that he had enjoyed it just as much as she had. The physical attraction between the two of them was potent enough. He had admitted to it himself and she had acknowledged it by reaching up to kiss him first. A wild move on her part, considering who and where they were, but one she had been glad she made, nevert
Noodles again, Mentor grunted as he heaped hot forkfuls into two bowls. At this rate, the damned thing would be growing on their heads. Mrs Rosenthal usually made enough food to last the weekend on Fridays and stuck them in the freezer. For days when he didn't have the time or pizzazz to cook. Like today.But he had opened the freezer this morning and found it full of all of a suspicious-looking half-pineapple pizza and a pasta take-out. Mrs Rosenthal must have forgotten because why else wouldn't she have stocked the freezer?After setting the table, he went back upstairs to wake Queen up. She had slept like a baby all the way back to the house last night and hadn't even stirred when he brought her up to bed. He, on the other hand, hadn't been so lucky.Flipping on the bedroom light seemed to work, though. She blinked into the light like a startled deer and then started to yawn."Good morning, Daddy," she said in a sleepy voice. The girl made no move to sit up though.He manoeuvred a
For Mentor, Sunday morning came sporting a semi-hard. Memories of the previous night's aborted passion came cascading over him like a waterfall. He sighed and sat up on the bed, the whispers of a smile on his lips.He wondered if the subject of his thoughts was up already and if she was thinking about him as well. About the previous night's racy adventure. And if, unlike him, she had slept well through the night.Thinking about her didn't help. His bulging erection had gone from semi-hard to solid wood. A cold shower was what he needed right now. He wasn't in much of a hurry to go to the ranch, since it was a weekend he wasn't expected at the ranch at all. He only usually popped in on Saturday or Sunday evenings once in a while.In the adjoining bathroom, he turned the shower on and was gratified at the biting cold water that drummed down his head. He rested one hand against the wall ahead of him, hung his head and stayed still as the frigid water ran over him. The water should subdue