Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
I couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure at how good everything tasted. The bacon was so damn crispy. And despite the fact I hated eggs, the way she made them, so fluffy and cheesy had instantly won me over.
I finished the food in record time, feeling full and content. Hell, I didn’t even want to go to work but knew that wasn’t an option. “That was fucking delicious.” I realized what I said and clenched my jaw, but her chuckle had me smirking.
“Don’t ever worry about censoring around me. I’m used to hearing that stuff. Not only from my dad and the ranch hands, but on the best of days, I cuss like a sailor.”
I felt my pulse race a little, hearing her say that. We stared at each other for long seconds, and I felt something in me shift. I felt the air leave me, felt heat fill me. I wanted her.
I wanted Macey, and the very thought of not having her had this tightening going on in my belly.
Instead of saying something that I’d regret or would make things fucking weird the first day, I gave her a wink and stood, taking my dirty dishes to the sink and heading out to start my long day of work.
Chapter Five
Dalton
It had been days since Macey started working for me, and to say I wasn’t walking with a constant hard-on would be a damn fucking lie.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead, trying to focus on the task at hand as the sun beat down on me. It was sweltering today, this June heat seeming hotter this year than any other time before. Or hell, maybe it was because I was in this constant state of arousal for a woman I shouldn’t want, since she was my employee.
I was close to the house, working on building another chicken coop with Jax and Charlie. The two were bickering about something or other. I wasn’t paying attention, because my mind was constantly on Macey.
I heard the screen door open and slam shut and lifted my head to see Macey come out with the broom. She didn’t look in our direction as she swept off the porch. Today, she wore a white-and-yellow sundress, the breeze ruffling the bottom of it along her knees. God, she looked fucking fantastic with her dark hair piled high on her head, wisps moving along her face, so she’d intermittently brush them away with the tips of her fingers.
I found myself just watching her, transfixed by the little movements of her body, wondering what she thought about, if she hummed. I caught her on a few occasions singing softly to herself, her voice so feminine and melodic it was almost mesmerizing.
I was obsessed with her. There was no other way to describe what I felt for that woman.
Macey was so damn smart, so fucking gorgeous. She knew all about hard work, about ranch work. She didn’t care about the dirt and grime that covered me when I came in from a long day. She just gave me the warmest smile, took my filthy boots from me, and told me to sit down for a hot meal. And God was she an incredible cook.
She looked up then, her hand blocking her brow as the sun shone on her. I noticed when she spotted me staring at her. She lifted her hand and waved, and I felt my heart jump in my throat. I reached up and tipped my cowboy hat in her direction.
“Give it a rest, man.”
The sound of Jax had me looking in his direction. Him and Charlie watched me with identical smirks on their faces.
“What?” I knew what they were referring to, but playing stupid would have them shutting up. At least I hoped it did. I should have known better though.
“Why don’t you just go talk to her, end your suffering,” Charlie said, and the look I gave him had his smile fading and him going right back to working on the coop.
“Why don’t you boys just get back to work and not worry about what I should or shouldn’t do?” I lifted a brow but couldn’t help the smirk on my face. It wasn’t like I was trying to hide my infatuation for Macey. Hell, I stared at her every chance I got.
Maybe I did need a little shove in the direction to just have the balls to talk to her.
“The way you stare at her is starting to creep me out, so I can’t imagine what she’s thinking about it,” Jax said, and the brothers started laughing.
I snorted and shook my head, turning my back to Macey, because that was the only way I wasn’t going to keep looking at her.
They were right though. She probably thought I was one hell of a creep to just keep staring at her. I tried to do it when she wasn’t looking, but I didn’t even care if she saw. Hell, I wanted her to notice, so I could see her reaction, so I could see if maybe she felt the same way. So I could read her body language.