hay though. Not that he’d tell his father that. Jack Grayhawk loved the ladies and respected them. He wouldn’t appreciate his son romping in the hay with a client.
“Why would you think that? I can’t appreciate a woman’s eyes without her having a hold on me?”
“You? I highly doubt it.” He winked. “I’m kiddin’, son. I know you have too high of a work ethic to get involved with someone you’re workin’ for.”
Rafe’s cheeks warmed. Hopefully his thoughts weren’t apparent. His father was right. He had crossed a line.
Better keep the relationship professional from now on.
Even if she was a squirter.
----
“ G ood , you’re here,” Rafe said the next morning.
Angie turned. Had he actually gotten better looking overnight? His shirt was sky blue today, and its contrast with his dark skin mesmerized her. His sleeves were rolled up as usual, and his corded forearms glistened.
She’d finished grooming Belle and hoped they’d actually get to ride this morning. Though if they ended up at the hand’s house again, she wouldn’t have too many complaints.
“Good job,” he said. “Belle looks great. Leave her where she is for now and follow me.”
“Huh?” She arched her eyebrows. Was he going to take her straight to bed? Worked for her. Her one-morning stand could be a two-morning stand. Who needed to learn to ride a horse anyway?
Well, she did, or she’d be disinherited. For a minute she despised her father for doing this to her.
“I really think I need a lesson today,” she said.
“You’ll have a lesson. Follow me.”
They left the musty barn and walked outside in the crisp morning air. A lone chair sat on the grass outside.
“Where’d that come from?” Angie asked.
“I put it there. Come here and sit.”
“Huh?” she said again.
“You heard me. Sit.”
“Uh…okay.” She sat.
“Bend your elbows, as if you’re holding reins.”
She complied.
“Now, push your elbows down. You want to be sitting deep.”
“Not sure I understand.”
He leaned down and placed one hand on each of her forearms. Her skin tingled. He pushed gently, causing her upper arms and shoulders to tense slightly.
“Relax,” he said. “Feel your bottom on the chair. Become aware of where each part of your bottom is touching the chair.”
This was going to teach her to ride a horse? His hands were on her, though. That was a good thing.
“Yesterday I actually got on Belle, remember?”
“Yesterday you slid off Belle, remember?”
True enough. “So this is some newfangled teaching method for today?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s newfangled. I wouldn’t even say it’s mine. Let’s just say I did a little research. You’ll have to trust me.”
Her father was paying one hundred dollars an hour for this? So far she’d learned to groom a horse and sit on a chair.
“Now,” Rafe continued, “put your hands under your bottom.”
She’d rather he put his hands under her bottom, but okay. She did so.
“Can you feel the bones in your butt?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Now shift your weight slightly to the left.”
She leaned to the left and shifted her weight.
“Try to do it without leaning.”
She concentrated on bearing down on her left butt cheek. Felt strange.
“Good,” he said. “Can you feel your weight much more on your left hand than your right?”
She nodded.
“Switch to the right now. Remember, don’t lean.”
Rafe moved behind her and placed one hand on each of her shoulders. Tingles again. With belly flutters this time.
“You’re leaning,” he said. “You did better on the left, probably because you’re left-handed. I’m going to hold you in place till you can do it without leaning.”
His hands on me? She shuddered. I may never learn to do it without leaning.
She continued to shift her weight from one side of her butt to the other, and gradually Rafe decreased the pressure on her shoulders until he pronounced her ready.
“I’m going to let you use the
“Why would you think that? I can’t appreciate a woman’s eyes without her having a hold on me?”
“You? I highly doubt it.” He winked. “I’m kiddin’, son. I know you have too high of a work ethic to get involved with someone you’re workin’ for.”
Rafe’s cheeks warmed. Hopefully his thoughts weren’t apparent. His father was right. He had crossed a line.
Better keep the relationship professional from now on.
Even if she was a squirter.
----
“ G ood , you’re here,” Rafe said the next morning.
Angie turned. Had he actually gotten better looking overnight? His shirt was sky blue today, and its contrast with his dark skin mesmerized her. His sleeves were rolled up as usual, and his corded forearms glistened.
She’d finished grooming Belle and hoped they’d actually get to ride this morning. Though if they ended up at the hand’s house again, she wouldn’t have too many complaints.
“Good job,” he said. “Belle looks great. Leave her where she is for now and follow me.”
“Huh?” She arched her eyebrows. Was he going to take her straight to bed? Worked for her. Her one-morning stand could be a two-morning stand. Who needed to learn to ride a horse anyway?
Well, she did, or she’d be disinherited. For a minute she despised her father for doing this to her.
“I really think I need a lesson today,” she said.
“You’ll have a lesson. Follow me.”
They left the musty barn and walked outside in the crisp morning air. A lone chair sat on the grass outside.
“Where’d that come from?” Angie asked.
“I put it there. Come here and sit.”
“Huh?” she said again.
“You heard me. Sit.”
“Uh…okay.” She sat.
“Bend your elbows, as if you’re holding reins.”
She complied.
“Now, push your elbows down. You want to be sitting deep.”
“Not sure I understand.”
He leaned down and placed one hand on each of her forearms. Her skin tingled. He pushed gently, causing her upper arms and shoulders to tense slightly.
“Relax,” he said. “Feel your bottom on the chair. Become aware of where each part of your bottom is touching the chair.”
This was going to teach her to ride a horse? His hands were on her, though. That was a good thing.
“Yesterday I actually got on Belle, remember?”
“Yesterday you slid off Belle, remember?”
True enough. “So this is some newfangled teaching method for today?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s newfangled. I wouldn’t even say it’s mine. Let’s just say I did a little research. You’ll have to trust me.”
Her father was paying one hundred dollars an hour for this? So far she’d learned to groom a horse and sit on a chair.
“Now,” Rafe continued, “put your hands under your bottom.”
She’d rather he put his hands under her bottom, but okay. She did so.
“Can you feel the bones in your butt?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Now shift your weight slightly to the left.”
She leaned to the left and shifted her weight.
“Try to do it without leaning.”
She concentrated on bearing down on her left butt cheek. Felt strange.
“Good,” he said. “Can you feel your weight much more on your left hand than your right?”
She nodded.
“Switch to the right now. Remember, don’t lean.”
Rafe moved behind her and placed one hand on each of her shoulders. Tingles again. With belly flutters this time.
“You’re leaning,” he said. “You did better on the left, probably because you’re left-handed. I’m going to hold you in place till you can do it without leaning.”
His hands on me? She shuddered. I may never learn to do it without leaning.
She continued to shift her weight from one side of her butt to the other, and gradually Rafe decreased the pressure on her shoulders until he pronounced her ready.
“I’m going to let you use the
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