Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Faith, stop, I’m helping you.”
I point at him. “Just go get Carl or Eddie to come in here—”
He cuts me off. “You really think I’m going to leave you alone with another man?”
I swallow. The chemistry from last night still has a hold on me this morning. I tried to convince myself that it was nothing and I was imagining things, but the way Dixon’s looking at me, I know that’s not the case.
I tilt my head to the side. “So you’re going to muck stalls because you don’t trust me not to fuck someone—”
He holds his hand up and grits his teeth. “Stop.”
“But—” I start. I never was one to know when to shut up.
“Faith, I’m telling you to stop right there or I’m going to shove something in your mouth to keep you from spewing that bullshit.”
Stunned, I stop talking as he stabs the fork into the hay. He’s on edge, and I turn my back, but I can’t stop smiling because whether Dixon wants to admit it or not, he wants me. Now I’ve just got a figure out how to make him give in to it.
CHAPTER 5
DIXON
We get finished with the first stall, and I’m sweating through my T-shirt.
I’m working double-time, and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m trying to exert some energy or if I’m trying to keep Faith from working too hard.
I watch her bend over, and her tank top does nothing to conceal her high, firm breasts as she works. I grunt and look away. Hell, I didn’t want her working with Carl or Eddie in here because I knew they’d be ogling her, so I sure as hell shouldn’t be doing it.
“What was that?” she asks.
Instead of answering her, I ignore her. I figure that’s the best route to take. The less interaction we have, the better off I’ll be.
Silently, we move to the next stall, and without thinking, I pull off my T-shirt and hang it on a nail. As soon as I look at her, I realize my mistake.
I almost reach for my shirt to put back on but decide against it.
She’s leaning on the fork, mouth hanging open as she stares at me. Yeah, I guess two can play at this game.
“You don’t play fair, Dixon Chase.”
I stab the fork into the hay, and with all the innocence I can muster, I ask, “What do you mean?”
She points at me, waving her finger up and down. “That. That’s not fair.”
I look down at my bare chest. There’s no way this turns her on. I’m a barrel of a man. There’s no six-pack here. Husky, stocky, beefy, sturdy. Those are words to describe me, and I don’t have the body that a woman goes crazy over. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I have no problem getting laid when I want to, but it’s more because I’m able and willing instead of because some woman just wants to have me. But Faith is looking at me like no one has ever looked at me before.
I point at myself. “Please, don’t act like this does it for you.”
She rears back, surprised. “Are you kidding me right now?”
I roll my eyes. “Get back to work.”
She does as I tell her, and we work side by side. I get a little more than half done and turn around to see her progress, and my eyes pop out of my head. “Faith.”
She keeps working. “Yeah?”
All the liquid has left my mouth. “You’re in a bra.”
This time she does stop. “I’m in a sports bra.”
I groan. “Put your shirt back on.”
She scrunches up her nose. “It’s soaked. It sure is hot in here.”
“Put. Your. Shirt. On,” I tell her.
She puts a hand on her hip. “I swear I’ve had enough of you telling me what to do.”
I take a step toward her, which is my first mistake. “Put your shirt on, Faith.”
She juts her chin at me defiantly. “No.”
I’m gripping the fork with one hand, and my other hand is in a fist. My whole body is pulled taut, and I know I should walk away, but as soon as I think about Carl, or Eddie, or any of the other hands seeing her like this, it has me seeing red. I toss the fork against the wall and stalk toward her.
She’s not scared at all. Hell, if anything, her eyes light up and her smile gets bigger. This is what she wants. She wants me to make her do something. I don’t stop until we’re standing toe to toe. “Put your shirt on, Faith.”
She leans her head back so she can look at me. “No.”
I growl. A literal fuckin’ growl leaves my mouth. My chest rumbles, and I have the intense need to bang my fist on my chest. What is it about this woman that makes me crazy and out of control? “Faith Allen, put your shirt on.”