Unsuitable

by Samantha Towle

  “I love this song,” I tell him.

  He nods.

  Okay…

  “How was the rest of your weekend?” I ask, trying for something different.

  “Okay.”

  “What did you do?”

  He glances at me. The look in his eyes is almost searching, and for some reason, it has me holding my breath.

  He slides his eyes away from me and back to the road, and I suck in a much-needed breath.

  “I went out for a ride.”

  “On a horse?”

  His lip twitches. “Yes, Daisy, on a horse.”

  “I didn’t know you rode.”

  “I do run a stable.”

  “I know. I mean, I’ve not seen you ride. I just thought…I don’t know. I don’t ride. Cooper offered to teach me, but I don’t think I’d be any good.”

  “Cooper offered to teach you?”

  I feel Kas’s eyes burn through me. I bring my gaze to his. There’s something simmering in his eyes that I can’t quite decipher.

  He yanks his stare away before I get a chance to try.

  “Yes, he, um…said if I wanted to learn, he’d take me out. On my lunch hour, of course.”

  “I’ll teach you to ride.”

  What?

  “What?”

  “You want to learn to ride. I’ll teach you.”

  Wow…um…

  “What about Cooper?”

  I see his hands tighten around the steering wheel.

  His eyes slide to mine, and he pins me with a look that makes me want to turn invisible.

  “What about Cooper?” His tone screams pissed off.

  Welp…

  “Just…” I clear my suddenly dry throat. “Cooper offered first, is all, and I, um…” I trail off, licking my dry lips.

  Kas’s eyes flash to my mouth and then off me completely, going back to the road.

  “Cooper can’t ride for shit.” His voice is low.

  He seems angry. For the life of me, I don’t know why.

  But then when does Kas ever need a reason?

  “Isn’t he your stable manager?”

  “My parents hired him, not me.” He frowns.

  Okay then…

  “Be ready at one, and I’ll take you for a good ride.”

  I laugh. I can’t help it.

  I’m sorry, but it sounded dirty.

  Or maybe I just have a dirty mind.

  Kas’s confused gaze swings to mine, his brow lifting in question.

  “Nothing,” I mutter, fluttering my hands, as I feel heat rise in my cheeks.

  Kas must replay his words in his mind because, a second later, I see a light go on in his eyes.

  “Horse ride,” he clarifies.

  I can hear a touch of humor in his voice, and it lifts my lips.

  “I know. Sorry, it just sounded—”

  “Pervy,” he finishes.

  “I was gonna say dirty, but pervy works.”

  I grin. His eyes come to mine, and he smiles.

  Warmth erupts in my belly.

  I really like it when he smiles at me. Every time he does, I feel like I’ve won something really special.

  Jesus Christ, Daisy. Remember the last time you got all gooey-eyed over a man? It landed you in prison.

  “There’s some spare riding gear in the utility room,” he tells me, his eyes back on the road. “It should fit you.”

  “Okay, thanks. Should I come to your office, or—”

  “Meet me at the stables. One p.m.,” he says.

  “One p.m. Got it.”

  Kas pulls up to the gates of the estate. He presses a button on the dash, and the gates start to open.

  We ride the rest of the way to his house in silence.

  My stupid stomach is doing cartwheels at the thought of going out riding with Kas. My head is suffering with severe confusion as to why my stomach is so happy about it. It must be the excitement about riding a horse for the first time. It can’t be anything else.

  Right?

  Also, I’m trying to figure out why he offered to take me riding. Why not just let Cooper take me?

  I know Kas and I hit some sort of truce yesterday, but he still dislikes me.

  And I still dislike him.

  Right?

  Seventeen

  Dressed in jodhpurs, a white Matis Estate polo shirt, and riding boots, I walk toward the stables.

  Outside the stables, I see Kas with Butterscotch. He’s putting her saddle on.

  He’s wearing a white polo shirt, similar to mine but without the logo, and these dark brown fitted trousers, not quite jodhpurs. They’re tucked into black riding boots.

  The guy even looks hot in riding gear. It’s seriously annoying.

  “Hey,” I say as I approach. “Where’s everyone?”

  I was worried about bumping into Cooper and him seeing me getting a lesson from Kas after he already offered.

  “They’re on lunch,” he says as he fastens the straps on Butterscotch’s saddle.

  I’m a little relieved to hear that.

  “Am I riding Butterscotch?” I ask him.

  “Yeah. She’s an easy ride. Good for a first-timer.”

  “Hey, girl.” I stroke her face. “No apples today, I’m afraid. But I’ll bring you some tomorrow. The good ones since you’re letting me ride you.”

  Kas finishes up with the saddle and looks at me. “I need to fit you up with a riding helmet.”

  “Okay.” I follow him into the empty stable at the end where they keep all of their tack.

  Look at me, getting down with the horsey lingo.

  Kas pulls a helmet down from the shelf. I expect him to pass it to me to put on, but instead, he steps directly in front of me and places the helmet on my head. He’s so close that I can smell the mint on his breath and the aftershave on his skin. It’s distinctly spicy with a hint of cedarwood in it.

  Not gonna lie. His close proximity is making my heart beat a little faster and my insides tighten up.

  “It’s a little big,” he murmurs. He lifts the helmet from my head and reaches forward to put it back on the shelf, putting him even closer to me.

  I shut my eyes as I breathe in. All I manage to do is take in a lungful of his scent.

  My heart starts to beat faster.

  It’s been so long since I’ve been this close to a man. Of course my body is going into overdrive. He’s hot.

  But it’s nothing to do with him.

  Right?

  I open my eyes, and my breath catches.

  He’s still close, and he’s staring down at me. His eyes are fixed on mine, and they’re darker than normal. And there’s a flicker of something.

  Interest?

  Yes, definitely interest.

  I know he thinks I’m hot. I heard him tell Jude.

  But he has no interest in doing anything about it.

  And neither do I.

  In an unconscious move, I lick my dry lips.

  Yeah, right, Daisy. Sure, it was unconscious.

  His eyes flare, going to my mouth.

  I’m not sure what to do.

  Do I want him to kiss me?

  Well, my body sure does.

  My mind? Not so much.

  I need this job too much.

  Sense has me clearing my throat and taking a small step back.

  Kas blinks, as if awakening.

  He grabs a helmet off the shelf and thrusts it into my hands. “This one will fit you.” He pivots on his heel and walks out of the stable.

  Okay then…

  I put the helmet on and fasten the strap under my chin.

  When I make my way back outside, I see Kas bringing Danger out of another one of the stables. Danger’s already tacked up.

  “You ready?” he asks me, his tone even.

  “As I’ll ever be.” I smile.

  “Do you know how to get on a horse?”

  I shake my head.

  Leaving Danger, he comes over to Butterscotch and
beckons me over. “Okay, so put your left foot in the stirrup.”

  I do that.

  “Now, grab ahold of the saddle with both hands.”

  I do as told and grip ahold of either side of the saddle.

  “Now, push yourself up, and swing your other leg over as you go. Try not to kick the horse.”

  Okay, sounds easy.

  I try to push myself up, but I get nowhere.

  I try again. I only make it halfway up.

  Okay, so, clearly, it’s not as easy as it sounds.

  I consider myself to be a pretty fit person, but bloody hell, getting on a horse is hard.

  I let out a sound of frustration. I hear a low chuckle from behind me.

  I glance back over my shoulder at Kas and shoot him daggers.

  The bastard just smiles at me.

  I narrow my eyes.

  He laughs again. “I’ll help you up.”

  He comes up behind me, and the next thing I feel are Kas’s hands on my arse.

  What the hell?

  My eyes whip back to his. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m giving you a boost up,” he says.

  I can hear a change in his voice; it sounds thicker.

  “And you need your hands on my bum to do that?”

  I’m feigning mild anger because I don’t like the fact that I like the feel of his hands on my arse.

  His head tips slightly to the side. “And where would you prefer me to put my hands?”

  Is that a trick question?

  “Um…not on my arse.”

  “So, how would you propose I get you on the horse?”

  All the time we’re talking, I’m still very aware of the fact that his hands are still on my bum. And that I’m also getting decidedly hotter and hotter and very flustered.

  “I don’t know.” I frown. “But did you really need to grab my arse to do it?”

  His eyes darken to coal. “Trust me, Daisy, if I wanted to grab your arse, I wouldn’t use this as an excuse to do so. I’d just fucking do it.”

  Everything inside me halts.

  Then, suddenly, it sparks back to life, setting my nerve endings on fire.

  There’s something so darkly sexual about his words. And it thrills me.

  Though I’m not willing to admit that to him.

  Somehow, I find my voice. “Th-that’d be sexual harassment.” I curse the stammer in my words.

  His eyes stay fixed on mine, and if possible, they get darker. “You’re right; it would be.”

  He leans in closer, so there’s nothing left but air between us. My belly flutters and clenches in anticipation.

  “And I would never do something like that. Unless you asked me to, of course.”

  Holy…

  What. The. Freaking. Hell?

  I’m riveted. And a little wet.

  Okay, a lot wet.

  His eyes yank from mine. “Now, do you want me to help you get on this horse or not? Because, aside from me going to get you a stepladder, this is the only way to get you on.” His voice is back to normal, like nothing just happened.

  I’m still gasping for air.

  Trying to find my balance, I look away from him. “It’s fine. Just give me the boost up.”

  I feel him give a firm shove against my bum, so I push my foot off the floor. Then, I’m up and swinging my leg over, finally seated on Butterscotch.

  Bloody hell, it’s high up here.

  I feel a little dizzy. Or maybe that’s just from my little interaction with Kas—which I’ve decided to pretend never happened.

  “You hold the reins like this.” He hands them to me, showing me how to hold them. He doesn’t look me in the face once.

  And I’m trying to ignore that I can still feel the heat from his hands on my bum.

  Leaving me, he goes over to Danger. He picks up a helmet from the floor and pulls it on. Then, gathering up the reins of his horse, he gets on Danger with ease.

  “I’ll go up front,” he tells me. “She’ll follow on. But, if she stops for any reason, squeeze your heels into her sides.”

  “Won’t that hurt her?”

  “No.” He smiles, shaking his head. “And, if you want her to stop, just pull gently on the reins.”

  “Okay.”

  He gives me a nod. Then, he says to his horse, “Move on, Danger.”

  The horse obeys, and as Danger moves past us, Butterscotch starts to walk, following behind them.

  It’s a weird feeling at first, riding on a horse, but I get used to it soon enough.

  We ride in silence. The only sounds are the occasional cars driving past and the birds chirping.

  Kas leads us along a path around the side of the paddocks, heading in the direction of the forest.

  “You doing okay back there?” Kas asks.

  I nod my head and then realize he can’t see me. “Yeah, I’m doing good. Thanks.”

  “We can try trotting in a bit if you want?”

  “Maybe,” I say, not feeling wholly sure about that.

  He must hear the uncertainty in my voice because I hear him chuckle.

  His laugh makes my insides light up. I equally love and hate how easily his laugh so quickly affects me.

  “Is Danger your horse?” I ask him, trying to distract myself from my inner turmoil.

  Kas slows Danger down until we’re side by side.

  “He is. I got him three years ago.”

  “He’s beautiful.”

  Kas nods. “He was a rescue horse. He’d been badly treated by his previous owner. It took a long time for him to trust me.”

  “Understandably. God, people can be complete wankers. Honestly, I just don’t get people like that. I mean, who the hell could hurt a beautiful creature like him?”

  “There are people who get a kick from hurting others, Daisy.”

  “Yeah, well, they’re sick bastards, and there’s clearly something missing inside them—like emotions.”

  “Emotions can be what drives people to hurt and maim…even kill.”

  “Maybe…but I don’t understand those kinds of people, and I’m glad I don’t.”

  “Wouldn’t you like to hurt your ex-boyfriend for what he did to you?”

  “That’s different. That’d be revenge. It wasn’t revenge, what Danger’s owner did to him.”

  “No, you’re right; it wasn’t. But wouldn’t you like to get revenge on your ex-boyfriend?”

  Exhaling, I shake my head. “No. Don’t get me wrong; when it all first happened, I spent many hours thinking up all the different ways I would cause him pain. But I quickly got past that when I realized it wouldn’t change anything. Hurting Jason wouldn’t alter what happened. Yeah, I’d probably feel better for a minute or two. But then that minute would be over, and I’d still be here, in the same situation. Revenge isn’t for me. All I care about is the future, getting back what I lost.”

  “Jesse.”

  “Yeah. He’s all that matters now. And I won’t do anything to jeopardize getting him back.”

  “You’re a better person than most.”

  “I don’t think I am. I’m just a person dealing with the hand that life dealt me. It’s all any of us can do.”

  Kas is silent for a long time. Instead of heading into the forest, he veers us along the back of the paddocks and around, heading in the direction of the stables.

  “Was Butterscotch a rescue horse?” I run my fingers through her mane.

  “No. My mother got her as a foal when we first moved here. She trained her.”

  “So, she’s your mother’s horse?”

  “Yes.”

  “And she wouldn’t mind me riding her?”

  “No. She’d be happy that Butterscotch was getting exercise.”

  “When do your parents get back from Greece?” I throw out there.

  He gives me a surprised look, and I know it’s because he knows he never told me where they were.

  “Cooper mentioned they were in Greece,” I tell him.


  He looks away from me. “They’ll be there for another couple of months.”

  “I bet you miss them when they’re away.”

  He lifts a shoulder in answer. “I’m used to them being away.”

  “Whereabouts are your parents from in Greece?”

  His eyes slice back to mine. For a moment, I think that he’s going to turn into Kas-hole and tell me to stop asking questions, but he surprises me by answering, “My mother’s English. She was born in London. It’s my father who is from Greece—Thessaloníki,” he says the name of the city with an accent to his voice.

  The sound ripples down my spine in the most delicious way.

  “I’ve never heard of Thessa—I’m sorry.” I laugh. “I have no clue how to pronounce it.”

  Kas chuckles. “Thes-sa-lo-ní-ki,” he elongates the word for me.

  “Thess-a-loníki,” I echo badly.

  “Close.” He smiles kindly.

  “Well, I’ve never heard of it before. I’m afraid my geographic knowledge of Greece is limited to Athens and Rhodes.”

  He laughs softly. “Most people’s is. Thessaloníki is actually the second largest city in Greece, believe it or not. It’s a beautiful place.”

  “Then, it’s a shame more people don’t know about it.”

  He nods, agreeing.

  “Have you spent much time there?”

  “A lot when I was a kid. Not so much as I got older.”

  “Why not?”

  His response is a slight shrug.

  “Well, if I were you, I’d be there all the time and away from rainy England.”

  “The weather’s nice today,” he comments.

  I glance up at the cloud-free sky. “True. Are you fluent in Greek?” I ask, looking back to him.

  His eyes meet mine. “Yes.”

  I’m tempted to ask him to say something in Greek to me. But I somehow think that Kas isn’t really the type to perform, so I hold my tongue.

  We’ve reached the other side of the paddock now, close to the stables.

  Danger picks up pace, heading for the stables, with Butterscotch trailing behind.

  I hide the disappointment I feel from our ride being over. I was enjoying it. And I was actually enjoying talking with Kas. More than I ever thought I would.

  We didn’t get around to trotting either, but I don’t comment on it.

  Kas brings Danger to a stop in front of the stables and hops down from him.

  I sit on Butterscotch, unsure of how to get down.

  I watch as Kas takes off Danger’s saddle, opens the stable door, and then removes his bridle. Danger wanders into the stable. Kas shuts the lower door behind him and slides the bolt across.