Billionaire In Hiding: The Complete Series (Alpha Billionaire Romance Western Love Story) by Claire Adams Page A

safe.”
    “Show
me some more,” he said with a mischievous smile and that damn low sexy voice.
    I
grabbed his other hand and tucked the fingers under for him as I moved the
knife gingerly along the onion. Slowly we moved it up and back down again as
our bodies pressed up against each other. I could feel his breath next to me
and I felt like he moved purposely closer to me as we progressed through one
onion.
    His
body was warm and I wanted to know what it looked like under his clothes. I
could tell he was in good shape and I suspected he had muscles almost
everywhere. Normally I didn’t have such fantasies about seeing a guy naked, but
I couldn’t stop thinking about Garrett and his delectable, naked body. I knew I
wouldn’t get to see it, not as long as my father was around, but I couldn’t
stop thinking how good he would make me feel.
    Normally,
I would have pulled away from any other ranch hand who had moved that close to
me, but I didn’t want to pull away from Garrett. My heart pounded with the
excitement of having him so close to me, feeling his breath near me, and
feeling the touch of his hands and mine together. My heart pounded with the
anticipation of each movement.
    “Think
you can handle it?” I asked.
    “I
think so. But if I get into trouble I’ll need you to give me another
demonstration,” he said with a glance.
    As
we started preparing the breakfast for everyone, I was pleasantly surprised
with Garrett’s abilities in the kitchen, his cutting speed quickly picked up.
Most of the men who worked on the farm had probably never made their own meals
except for things that could be heated up in the microwave. But Garrett knew
what he was doing. I watched as he expertly cut up the vegetables, his
fingertips curled under to prevent himself from getting cut. That was a tip not
many people remembered when I showed them, unless they were familiar with
cooking.
    I
also watched his arms as they moved to hold the vegetables. Garrett was strong;
his biceps looked like he could bench press me if I gave him the chance. Oh,
how I wouldn’t mind having his hands on my body. After working to clean out his
blisters the day before, I longed to find a reason to hold his hands again, to
touch him, or to have him touch me.
    His
blond hair caught the reflection of the lights that were over him and I
realized just how perfectly symmetrical his face was. Garrett looked like he
could have worked as a model somewhere; it was curious to me that he was at our
ranch. I didn’t mind, not at all, but there was something different about him
compared to the other men working for my father. And it wasn’t just his good
looks.
    We
continued to prepare for breakfast quietly as we both did what needed to get
finished. But as I watched Garrett I started to get a sneaking suspicious that
he really did know how to cut vegetables. His fingers were still tucked under
and he was expertly gliding his knife from one end of each vegetable to the
other. He quickly twisted the cut pieces and diced them into perfectly cubed
small bites.
    “Have
you worked in a restaurant before?” I asked.
    “Why?”                   
    Garrett smiled at me and I knew there was so much more to
him that he wasn’t telling me. He had been trying to get me near him and
pretending like he didn’t know how to cut up vegetables. It was clear that he
really did know how to work in the kitchen and I had to think there was so much
more about him that he was keeping secret.
    I didn’t mind him keeping some secrets, just as long as I
didn’t feel like he was manipulating me. I hated it when men lied for the sole
purpose of getting what they wanted from a woman. I was an adult, and if I
wanted to have Garrett in my bed I would, but I didn’t need to be manipulated
into agreeing to it.
    That was one thing I hated most about the men in New York. If
I could find a man who was interested in a strong woman, he always wanted to
play games and manipulate