that shit for the day, I was ready for a good distraction.
Just as I was thinking about what I needed most, Jade showed up. “I’m ready to go,” she announced coming through the doorway in tight jeans and a tank top. And suddenly, I was wondering why I had suggested artwork for our four luxury tents. I could’ve just shown her photos or had her ride up alone. No, of course I couldn’t have her do that even though she did handle herself quite well aboard a horse. She had gone on a few daily rides with our guests. Even volunteered from day one to lag behind with the slower riders. She was amazing at calming people, not me though—she always had me on edge.
“Where are you two off to today?” Norma asked, wearing a shit eating grin.
“Oh hey.” Jade turned to see we weren’t alone. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, I can come back.” She started to back out of the office, “You guys finish up.”
“Nonsense honey, we were just finishing up. I can only take him serious for so long. He needs to get out of here,” I noted concern in her voice. “What’s the plan? Whatever it is, have a hell of a good time!” Damn, Norma! I saw the gleam in her eyes, she was good one minute and the next she was full of vim, vigor and vitality. She was trying to make more out of our work relationship, but that’s all it was. We hadn’t had anything but platonic conversations.
Of course, I thought of her over my desk, naked in a field of wildflowers, riding bare on horseback… in my bed. One too many times she was visible behind my eyelids as I stroked myself, I couldn’t help it. Since she whirled into my life a little over a week ago with her crayon-red hair—my favorite color in a box of twenty-four—she was never out of my thoughts for long.
“Hello!” Jade waved her hand in front of my face. I looked up dazed. “Sal said if we’re going, we needed to get a move on. There could be a storm moving in.”
“What? There isn’t a cloud in the sky,” I hissed as we started for the stables.
Horses saddled, we climbed on, and started heading up the hilly path.
“I notice you always hook me up with a mule. The first day Wayne helped me up onto a horse, I thought this is certainly a different looking horse. Hmmm… I was glancing around to everyone else’s mount and he told me, ‘it’s a mule, relax there’s nothing wrong with him.’ I told him okay, if you say so and off I went, and he was perfect.”
“They are actually better at maneuvering the rocky hillsides, safer for you.” And I want you safe. Just looking out for my cowgirl. As if she was reading my mind and noticing how uncomfortable I felt about my own thoughts, she changed the subject making me wonder if I had said what I had been thinking out loud.
“I love all the wildflowers, so colorful, so beautiful. I especially adore the ones that look like pretty little fairies resting in the middle of more boldly shaded petals. So many colors!”
I had never looked at them that way. She was changing my views about a lot of things. “They are native to the area—I’ve been told—and they’re called Columbines. They’re abundant this time of year along with many other wildflowers you’ll be seeing in just a second or two.”
Hitting the peak, one of the few meadows was visible amongst the flowers I had just promised, and off to one side before a forest of trees sat one of our luxury tents. These were an addition I made in the last year. We had always taken people off for overnight trips in groups. We set up temporary tents, did a cookout, campfire singing with everyone’s favorite toasty treat, s’mores. We still offer that, but some people wanted alone time, namely couples.
So I came up with the large, sturdy, canvas tents attached to elevated platforms. We supplied them with hotel room amenities, nice beds, linens, and furnishings, including some fancy, heavy duty, battery operated lanterns. We even added an extra smaller tent, other known as
Just as I was thinking about what I needed most, Jade showed up. “I’m ready to go,” she announced coming through the doorway in tight jeans and a tank top. And suddenly, I was wondering why I had suggested artwork for our four luxury tents. I could’ve just shown her photos or had her ride up alone. No, of course I couldn’t have her do that even though she did handle herself quite well aboard a horse. She had gone on a few daily rides with our guests. Even volunteered from day one to lag behind with the slower riders. She was amazing at calming people, not me though—she always had me on edge.
“Where are you two off to today?” Norma asked, wearing a shit eating grin.
“Oh hey.” Jade turned to see we weren’t alone. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, I can come back.” She started to back out of the office, “You guys finish up.”
“Nonsense honey, we were just finishing up. I can only take him serious for so long. He needs to get out of here,” I noted concern in her voice. “What’s the plan? Whatever it is, have a hell of a good time!” Damn, Norma! I saw the gleam in her eyes, she was good one minute and the next she was full of vim, vigor and vitality. She was trying to make more out of our work relationship, but that’s all it was. We hadn’t had anything but platonic conversations.
Of course, I thought of her over my desk, naked in a field of wildflowers, riding bare on horseback… in my bed. One too many times she was visible behind my eyelids as I stroked myself, I couldn’t help it. Since she whirled into my life a little over a week ago with her crayon-red hair—my favorite color in a box of twenty-four—she was never out of my thoughts for long.
“Hello!” Jade waved her hand in front of my face. I looked up dazed. “Sal said if we’re going, we needed to get a move on. There could be a storm moving in.”
“What? There isn’t a cloud in the sky,” I hissed as we started for the stables.
Horses saddled, we climbed on, and started heading up the hilly path.
“I notice you always hook me up with a mule. The first day Wayne helped me up onto a horse, I thought this is certainly a different looking horse. Hmmm… I was glancing around to everyone else’s mount and he told me, ‘it’s a mule, relax there’s nothing wrong with him.’ I told him okay, if you say so and off I went, and he was perfect.”
“They are actually better at maneuvering the rocky hillsides, safer for you.” And I want you safe. Just looking out for my cowgirl. As if she was reading my mind and noticing how uncomfortable I felt about my own thoughts, she changed the subject making me wonder if I had said what I had been thinking out loud.
“I love all the wildflowers, so colorful, so beautiful. I especially adore the ones that look like pretty little fairies resting in the middle of more boldly shaded petals. So many colors!”
I had never looked at them that way. She was changing my views about a lot of things. “They are native to the area—I’ve been told—and they’re called Columbines. They’re abundant this time of year along with many other wildflowers you’ll be seeing in just a second or two.”
Hitting the peak, one of the few meadows was visible amongst the flowers I had just promised, and off to one side before a forest of trees sat one of our luxury tents. These were an addition I made in the last year. We had always taken people off for overnight trips in groups. We set up temporary tents, did a cookout, campfire singing with everyone’s favorite toasty treat, s’mores. We still offer that, but some people wanted alone time, namely couples.
So I came up with the large, sturdy, canvas tents attached to elevated platforms. We supplied them with hotel room amenities, nice beds, linens, and furnishings, including some fancy, heavy duty, battery operated lanterns. We even added an extra smaller tent, other known as
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