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“Science fiction. I like the old stuff by Orwell. Let me guess, you love romance.”
“Insane amounts of it. I love the fantasy of it all. Falling in love, not knowing what’s coming next, the happily ever after.” I gush like a little girl retelling a fairytale, but I leave out the naughty parts. “It’s my escape.”
He smiles. Like a real, big, genuine smile. On one hand, it’s nice to see. On the other, it’s weird. I’ve never seen him do that before. I guess he’s not used to it either by the way he readjusts immediately and stands from the table. “I have to feed the horses. Meet me here for breakfast tomorrow morning at eight.”
“What about dinner? Usually I cook for you.”
“Not tonight. I’ll see you in the morning.” He slides on his boots, grabs his baseball cap off the hook by the door, and steps outside as though his smile took the air from his lungs.
I should be scared of him. He’s weird. Really, really weird. That, and the red flags keep piling up. He’s clearly aggressive, probably possessive, and who knows, he could be clinically insane. But as I watch his giant frame move across the field down toward the barn, I can’t help but notice the thrumming of my clit, begging me to come back tomorrow.
Chapter Two
James
Kenzie McAdams is a ball of sunshine. People say that, but no one uses it correctly. People say things like ‘my daughter lights up the room,’ or ‘my girlfriend brings brightness wherever she goes,’ but those people don’t know shit.
They haven’t met Kenzie.
She’s the type that walks into a room full of people and everyone stops to stare. Sure, the long blonde hair, the bright blue eyes, and the curved waist helps, but what they’re looking at is something they can’t visibly see. It’s her essence. I’m talking, rainbows follow her after a storm, and little trolls come to her looking for their pot of gold.
The whole thing is infuriating. I can’t have other men ogling after her, lusting after her, thinking about her. We’ve only known each other for a short while, but you can’t help wanting to be in that light constantly. She’s the answer to every question I’ve never asked.
I stare through the window of her classroom. It’s an old, nearly vacant building in the Springs. And while it’s not like me to leave the mountain, I couldn’t stomach her coming up here alone. All those desperate men coming in for discounted massages from students. Her hands all over them, and their grimy, little cocks all excited.
The whole thing pisses me off. Had I known this is what she was in school for, I’d have been up here weeks ago.
The large room is separated by curtains, giving privacy for the student and client. A massage chair and table are set up for each space to allow for massage options. I scan the expanse of windows until I see Kenzie. I don’t know who the fuck thought it was a good idea to leave the shades slightly open, but I’m glad they did. You only have to find the correct angle and you can see everything. Otherwise, I’d have had to break into the building to see what I need to see.
I turn down the heat in the truck as Kenzie leans over some guy's shoulder. She’s wearing a low-cut shirt and a sporty, little skirt. It’s too risqué for this environment and I want her covered… now!
Her hands scrub over the man’s muscles as though she’s enjoying it. Fuck knows he is! I can see his fucking erection from here.
The window in my truck steams, and though I hate seeing her touching another man, I can’t help but wonder what those soft, little fingers would feel like on my body. It’s all I think about, day and night, for the past month. Why the fuck does he get what should be mine?
For a while, I watched her from a distance. I’d come back from the barn to catch glimpses of her cleaning. Then it evolved into watching her at home… in her cabin. She pops popcorn every night at seven p.m. and watches the same reality dating show most nights. It’s something about dating behind doors. I can’t hear anything when I’m watching her, but I gather the point is you don’t get to see the date before you fall in love with them. It’s a stupid fucking show, but she likes it, and that makes me happy. When the show is over, she curls up in her bed with a cozy blanket and her cat. I don’t know his name, but he’s all black with one orange stripe along the top of his head. I imagine she’s named him something cute, like Fluff Ball or Cream Puff. I can’t imagine my sunshine would settle for anything less.
My sunshine. My fucking sunshine.
When she’s sufficiently cozy in bed, she always hauls out a book and begins to read for what seems like forever. She reads until she passes out. Sometimes, the book falls onto the floor, and other times, it lands flat on her face, startling her awake long enough to shut off the light before rolling over.
Those are nights I like most. The nights where I know she’s tucked into bed safe and sound. The nights where I know there aren’t other men near her. The nights when I know she’s not touching anyone but her cat.
I draw in a deep breath as she leans into the man's collarbone with her elbow. I wonder if there’s gentle music playing, if he’s moaning, if she gets wet thinking about how turned on he must be.
I shouldn’t blame him. A beautiful, thick woman stroking him, rubbing him, oiling him up… who the fuck wouldn’t be turned on by that?
My chest tightens and the urge to drive straight through the building, throw her over my shoulder, and leave is nearly impossible to ignore. In fact, it’s boiling under my blood, crackling at my skin, eating away at every last sensibility I have.
The only thought running through me is to hurt this man, to stop her from touching him, to stop him from enjoying her. My stomach burns and hardens as my breath becomes quick and coarse. Spots flash in my vision and pain aches in my jaw. What makes this guy so fucking special, anyway?
Her fingers weave through his hair and she massages his scalp, scratching in a circular pattern with one hand while rubbing his neck with the other.
My jaw tightens as I contemplate which entrance I can get into the quickest. I’d pass through two doors before I met her. The teacher is small. I could take him. Besides that, I have my pistol, which usually keeps people in line should I need it.
My teeth clench harder and my muscles tighten one at a time until I’m so tied up that I feel like I’ll burst.
Her small hand drags down his shoulders and up again, then pushes up either side of his spine, before patting him twice on the back.
