My Virgin Cowboy
Page 24
“It’ll never happen,” I declare with my arms out to both sides.
“Yeah, okay.”
“Anyway, how’s Renee?”
He skims through the pages we received. “She’s good. Getting ready for the first stop on her tour.”
I suck in a breath. “I still can’t believe it.”
“What?” Parker glances up at me.
“All the horny mothers out there are getting their rocks off to your life’s story.”
He huffs and drops his hands to his side. “Why you gotta be such a pig? It’s not my life’s story, and it’s not like she used our actual names.”
“But we know who she’s talking about,” I continue to tease when in reality, I’m impressed, I just like to get under his skin.
“Can you just tell me what the client had to say?” He demands.
“Yeah. He sent over the plans a few minutes ago. They’re looking to break ground this month. If we can get this build completed earlier than the allotted time, he’s willing to throw in a fifteen percent increase.”
“Well, I ain’t gonna risk the integrity of the homes. People’s lives will depend on the safety of these models.”
“Exactly what I told him.”
“We’ll do our best, but no promises. If we make his expedited deadline, then great, but I’m fine with what’s been contracted. Has he sent it over?” Parker makes himself a cup of water and returns to his seat.
“In the morning. I’ve already been on the phone with Jose. He said they could get our order next week.”
“We knew that already. My father owns the sawmill.”
“Very true, Parker. But we rarely carry the wood they’re askin’ fo’, so Jose had to scout it out.”
He nods with raised brows.
“But why haven’t you ever ended a call like that with me. I like kisses,” I add.
He frowns and raises his hands. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
I fix my mouth to say something else uncomfortable but stamp it close. My shoulders stiffen, and I tug on the tail of my t-shirt.
“Heya, boss.” Charlie walks in, her long hair cascading around her face that’s hidden from her Stetson.
Parker looks away from me and to her. He leans forward on his elbows. “What’s up, Charlie?”
“H–hey Charlotte,” I stutter.
She glances in my direction, cutting her eye at me, but she doesn’t respond. Instead, she snaps her focus back to Parker and shifts her weight on her left leg. I suck in a breath, praying Parker didn’t notice her apparent dismissal.
“I wanted to see if you approved the training schedule for the next camp. We had a last-minute request and need to see if we can make room for them or not,” she says.
Parker pats around his desk, flipping over papers and checking under his oversized calendar until he finds what he’s looking for. “Yes. Here it is. We ain’t got the space for another horse, though. Not unless ya think you can get Wes up to speed beforehand. Ellis won’t be returning to us this summer, with his move to college. I don’t want ya overworking ya’self trying to handle it all.”
She nods and sways to the other leg. “I’ont think that will be a problem. Wes already knows the ranch and his way around the horses.”
“Very true.” He passes her the printed schedule. “Double-check with Denton on the paperwork, but things should be good to go.”
She accepts the page. “Perfect, thank you.”
“No problem.”
Charlie exits the office, saying goodbye to only one of us, and it wasn’t me. There’s no way I’m letting that fly, so I take a step forward.
“It was nice to see you, too,” I blurt.
She peers at me over her shoulder, shooting daggers into my soul. She storms off, clearly agitated with my presence, but not before I glimpse at her toned legs in those tight little shorts.
“Ya still pining over her?” Parker points out.
“Oh, shut up. I ain’t pining,” I defend and return to my desk.
“Tell that to the drool on your chin.”
I push out a breath while snatching the pencil from behind my ear and flicking it in his direction, but it falls to the floor beside him. Charlie saunters across the entrance again, this time guiding a horse over to the paddock. I crane my neck, trying desperately to get another look at her sweet ass.
She catches me red-handed, and even though I try to act busy, she passes me a stern glance, one that says she’ll kick my ass if I do it again.
When she’s out of sight, I rub my head, shaking it at the same time. “Shit.”
Parker laughs, “Yeah, ya are.”
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Thank you so much for reading My Virgin Cowboy. I had the greatest time writing this story, and I sure hope you enjoyed it as well. This is intended to be the first in a new series and potentially a new world. I am planning for possibly four books and maybe even spin-offs, but it all depends on the reader’s response. What does that mean? If you loved this story and would like more books in this world, please consider leaving a review. Even if it’s just to say, “Drop the next book, girl!”
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Sade Rena writes multi-cultural romances where the heroes are sweet on their ladies, dirty in the sheets but completely irresistible.
When she is not writing, you can find her dabbling in crafts or playing around in photoshop. She’s originally from Washington DC, where she first found her love for books. That love followed her to Goldsboro, NC and then again to her home in Texas. She’s addicted to The Vampire Diaries and all things Marvel. Where ever there’s country music and good drinks, you’ll probably spot her out on the floor cutting a rug.
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