“You know you're more like a fifteen in my book, right?” I asked her as I placed my forefinger under her chin as I tilted her head back up until our eyes locked.
“Travis.” My name coming from her lips always did something to me, it went straight to my core.
“I’m standing right here. You can have me you know. Hell, I have myself on a silver platter held out to you.” Would it be against the law if I placed a piece of duct tape over her mouth?
“You're not the one I want. Nor will I ever want you.” I told Susan.
“But I just don’t understand.” And she never would.
Corrine stood beside me, a silent force letting me know that she had my back no matter what.
I was over all of this shit, growling I pulled out my phone. While I placed a call, I stared at Corrine. She looked good today. Sure she looked great every day in her denim jeans and her fitted t-shirt. All of that long red hair flew down her back in waves.
Smiling at her I bent my head, uncaring of the audience, and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her shocked wide-eyed expression was perfect.
I pulled away from her when I heard, “Yeah.”
“Yeah, I told you the next time your daughter shows up to my ranch for her lessons and she isn’t dressed properly that you need to bring a trailer and get her horse off my property. I want the horse off my property in an hour.” With that being the end of the conversation, I hung up on the man.
“Get off my property. Now.” I bit out at Susan.
The welling of tears in her eyes wasn’t something new. Sighing, I turned, grabbed Corrine’s hand, and led her to the stables.
While Corrine worked with Stormy for an endurance ride that she wanted to partake in, I heard Robert Waters speaking animatedly with his daughter. She had left, but she had come back with her daddy in their truck and trailer.
“Sir, when Mr. Denton says something, it gets done. Doesn’t matter how much money you want to throw at him. Your daughter is no longer a client.” Parker told them.
Pete pulled her horse Gillespie behind him, while Junior, Tim, and Jack carried all of the junk that Susan had to have in the stables. Hell, she had to have three shelves instead of the one that most of my clients had.
“You let your Mr. Denton know that he should be expecting a call from my lawyer.” Robert told Parker.
“And you sir, better be ready to fall on your ass. You might beknown in your little social circle Mr. Waters, but Mr. Denton has more politician’s in his pocket than you can ever dream of.” Parker wasn’t lying. Over the last ten years, I have had those types of clients which were also repeat clients.
Putting all of that from my mind, I instructed her on exercises that she needed to start doing so she would be ready as well. It wasn’t just the horse that had to be ready, but it was also the rider.
Instead of doing some of those exercises with her that night after we ate dinner, she made fried chicken, mac n cheese, and fresh-baked rolls, we may or may not have worked solely on cardio that night.
I had to go for a week to Kentucky where they were holding an auction. The moment I parked my truck with my empty trailer I slammed the door a lot harder than I needed.
“Boss.”
“Sir.”
When four of my other hands walked by me with smiles on their faces and nothing else, I thought that they had been deep into the kool-aid already. Glancing down at my watch, I saw that it was almost five on a Friday so I couldn’t blame them. Seeing as I had been in an ill-fire temper ever since I came back from my trip to Kentucky empty-handed. I wanted those horses; however, someone had outbid me on all five of them.
Nothing registered to me. Not Corrine’s car in her parking spot. Not her boots on the shoe rack, not even my favorite song playing through the house speakers.
Nothing clicked until I stopped dead in my tracks and just stared at the red-haired beauty that was swaying her delectable ass at the stove.
Chapter 10
Corrine
Waking up in Travis’s arms was something of a dream, sure I hadn’t lusted after the man but still, I had this dream ever since I was a little girl. A dream of being with someone that the moment his arms enveloped around my waist, I would feel safe and protected against all others, and most importantly, loved.
“Wake up beautiful, time to go for a ride?” I heard Travis mutter as his hand ran along the inside of my thigh.
I looked up at his alarm clock and saw that it was four-thirty. Screwing my nose up I stared at him.
