Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
No more.
I was who I was, and anyone who didn’t like it didn’t matter all that much to me, not even if he wrote my paychecks. Perhaps especially because he signed my checks. He didn’t have to like the way I looked as long as he appreciated that I was damn good at my job. That’s what mattered. It was the only thing that mattered.
As I climbed into the hot shower, I tried to ignore the wave of disappointment that washed over me at the thought that a man like Colton, hot and buff and sexy as hell, didn’t find me physically appealing. It was his loss, I told myself, even if I didn’t fully believe it; I knew it was true. I didn’t need my boss to be attracted to me, but to hate how I looked enough to yell at me to cover up?
Yeah, that hurt.
It hurt like hell.
But it was also the story of my life, so I washed quickly, rinsed off, and got dressed, determined to get on with my day without thinking one moment more about Colton and his disdain.
Chapter 8
Colton
I made my way across the field that led from the barn where the horses were kept to the house, body sore and covered in sweat. Today was hot, and I was in a bad mood. Again. Things hadn’t gone well with Molly yesterday morning. I reacted badly, but the last thing I expected to see before I had my first cup of coffee was Molly and those spectacular curves encased in the tiniest scraps of fabric possible while still being decent. She was bent in one ungodly position after another.
Ass in the air.
Thighs spread.
Bent like a pretzel.
Tits facing the sky.
My cock stood up and responded instantly, which pissed me off, and instead of taking the matter in hand—literally—I’d gone out there and taken it out on her. Worse than being a lech of a boss who got hard looking at his twenty-year-old nanny do yoga, I made her feel bad, like I thought there was something wrong with the way she looked. That couldn’t be further from the truth.
I bit back a groan as the house came into view. A lone figure knelt in the grass, and I knew I was in for another round of torture. The closer I got, the clearer the view became of Molly on her knees, bent over so her heart-shaped ass wiggled as she yanked weeds free of the long metal flower beds that had been neglected since long before Sara’s death. The more her pregnancy with Hunter had progressed, the more insistent I became that she give up strenuous tasks like gardening.
Seeing Molly there now created a swirl of emotions within me. Seeing someone else tending to the garden was hard, but it felt right. More than anything, it was those pale pink leggings she wore—as if in defiance of me—that clung to her ass in a way that revealed she was wearing no panties.
No. Panties.
“Come on, you little fucker, get out of there,” she growled and pulled, the move making her ass sway and jiggle temptingly. “Gotcha!” She held the weed up like it was a spoil of war, her smile wide as she slammed it into the bucket beside her.
“Poor weeds.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. “Son of a ding-a-ling,” she sputtered. “You scared me.”
I quirked a brow at her strange curse and smiled. “Son of a ding-a-ling?”
She shrugged, her green gaze blazing with defiance. “Never know when little ears are listening.”
“Come on, little fucker?”
Her cheeks flamed bright pink at the reminder. “That weed was being particularly fucker-like.”
I laughed again and shook my head. Molly was a spitfire. She was fiery and sassy, and I couldn’t get enough of it, especially when combined with her sweet side. “Where’s Hunter?”
That sassy smile turned sweet at the mention of my son. “Poor fella was tuckered out. We spent most of the morning with Peanut Butter, and he made it about five minutes into gardening before he started dozing off. Long story short, he’s napping.”
“Are you sure it’s nothing more?”
She nodded. “I’m certain. I checked for a fever just to be sure, but if you’d seen him today, you would understand. Billy gave him a riding lesson that lasted more than an hour.” She beamed a wide smile at the memory. “And he insisted on teaching me what to do before and after you ride a horse. But he did it all himself.”
“Yeah?” I hated that I was missing so many of the little things, and I wanted to be there with Hunter for them all.
“Yep. He’s strong and capable. He showed me every single step, and I’m sure I could do it on my own if I have to.” Her words were proud, and I couldn’t help but smile.