Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
He kneels down at the hearth and begins to crumple up newspaper. Then he turns and looks at me. “What are you still doing with those clothes on? Didn’t I tell you to take them off?”
“Huh?” I stammer. “Oh, I uh…”
“They’re soaking wet,” he continues. “And it’s September. Which means they’re going to cling to you like ice bandages. Do you want hypothermia?”
“N-no–”
He strikes a second match and lights the newspapers, which flare up instantly. “Then take your clothes off. Now.”
There’s no arguing with this man. This is a man who you obey. Who is used to being obeyed. He is competent. So why would I argue with him? What do I have to add to this situation anyway?
“Uh, okay,” I stammer as I unzip my jacket and hang it up beside his. I watch as he adds small pieces of wood to the blaze he’s started with the newspaper. “Kindling, right? That’s called kindling?”
He glances up at me and smirks as though he finds my tiny bit of knowledge adorable, then nods. “That’s right, city girl. Kindling is how you start a fire.”
The kindling crackles and begins to burn, emitting a sweet scent of pine into the living room of the cabin. Tyson adds larger pieces of wood to the burning fire, causing it to grow as I continue to strip out of my clothes.
I don’t know how I’m doing this. I slide out of my shirt and hang it beside my jacket, then kick off my boots and slip out of my jeans. The fire has grown, and flames are flickering throughout the room by the time I’m standing there in nothing but my panties. Tyson looks up from his work and sees me as I stand there covering my breasts with my arms. His eyes move down to my underwear, and he nods.
“Your panties too.”
“What?!” I exclaim. Oh God, this is a nightmare. A shiver runs through me, and it has nothing to do with the cold.
“They’re soaked through too,” he says. “You’ll freeze if you keep them on as well. Oh, wait, you can change into some spare clothes if you have those somewhere.”
“No, I don’t–”
“Okay, then take off your panties so I can dry your clothes for you,” he repeats firmly.
The flames are rising as I take a deep breath and reach down and hook my right thumb into the elastic of my underwear. God, I can’t believe this is happening.
The scent of pine fills my nostrils as I tug them down and pull them all the way off. I hang them up beside the rest of my clothes and stand there completely naked as Tyson places a log on the fire and stands.
He’s so much taller than I am. He must be well over six feet. When he turns and looks down at me, I feel like a miniature version of a person.
His eyes trace over me as I look up at him like a soaked little puppy. There’s nothing I can do now as I stand there, feeling the flames growing behind me, beginning to warm my back. I’m completely and utterly at his mercy. If he wanted to take me now, he could.
“Good.” He nods. “I’ll continue to grow the fire and get your clothes dry. Care for a hot chocolate?”
3
TYSON
This city girl standing naked before me is nothing short of a goddess. Her breasts, her hips, her legs, her porcelain skin and gorgeous face—everything has come together to create the most perfect woman I have ever seen. How is it she simply stumbled onto my mountain right when the rain began?
I have one answer: destiny.
But that’s just me being overly dramatic, isn’t it? I don’t care. Thinking that makes me feel good inside, so I’m going to keep on thinking it. It’s not like I’m saying it out loud to her or anything.
“Do I want a hot chocolate?” she asks, looking slightly confused.
“That’s right,” I reply with a slight smile.
Her lips part, so perfect and plump. Her eyes look as though she’s going to ask another question. But she doesn’t. She simply nods and replies, “Okay.”
I turn and walk into the kitchen, which is open with the living room, and pour two cups of milk into a pot. Using a match, I light a burner on the propane stove and start to heat the milk.
“You were stupid coming out here on your own,” I say as I turn around to face her. She looks shocked at my frankness. I wonder if anyone has ever spoken like this to her before. Gorgeous women so very rarely ever get it so bluntly from men.
“I…I didn’t know it was going to rain,” she replies. I laugh and shake my head.
“That’s not what I meant, city girl. There are dangerous animals out here in the woods, you know? Wolves, bears, coyotes. Even a moose could hurt you.” I smile at her, doing my best to loosen her up. “Lucky for you, I’m just a dog.”