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A cowboy. A real life cowboy! Here, in New York City!
But it’s been three days, and I haven’t seen him since. It seems like I should’ve been able to run into him – surely a guy riding up the street on a horse would catch someone’s attention, right? – but all the videos on YouTube just show what happened on the street that day, when he’d saved me and more importantly, my Louis Vuitton purse. Nobody seems to know his name anymore than I do.
So, have I watched and re-watched those videos on YouTube? You betcha.
God, now I’m even starting to sound like a cowgirl! Pretty soon, I’m going to be chewing on straw and wearing overalls to work.
The thought makes me smile. At least something is making me smile.
“Well, he shouldn’t be hard to find, Carla. I mean, how many cowboys could there possibly be in New York City?”
“It isn’t that there’s so many to look through, it’s that I don’t know where to start looking!” I wail.
“Did someone say they’re looking for a cowboy?” Biff, our Rodeo Manager, asks, walking through the door to the conference room. In behind him, trails two cowboys.
Very handsome cowboys.
And one of them, I already know.
I stare in shock at his face, something I’d already memorized from hours of watching YouTube videos – the square chin, the cleft, the dark hair, the scruffy beard.
It’s him! Oh god, oh god, oh god, it’s him!
I’m not sure if I was going to faint from embarrassment or excitement…or both.
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Chase
Biff introduces us to Becca, who is the lawyer for Madison Square Garden and has drawn up all of our contracts, and Carla Roman, the event planner for the MSG.
Carla.
I roll the name around in my head, loving the sound of it.
We stare at each other. I’m not sure who’s more surprised—her or I. She’s even more gorgeous than I remember, with her blonde hair, falling carelessly over her shoulders in waves. All I want to do is bury my hands in her hair.
Or my face in her tits.
Or my dick in her pussy.
I can feel my dick grow hard and I try to swallow the lust building inside of me. I can’t actually fuck her over the conference table, right?
Right?
My dick sure is begging me to.
Then we’re shaking hands, and I swear to God, I’ve touched an electric fence with my boots in a puddle. I’m surprised the lights don’t flicker from the sheer energy shooting up my arm. I’m holding onto her hand, not wanting to let go, and we’re just staring at each other, and finally, in some distant part of my brain, I hear a voice clearing.
Someone’s trying to get our attentio
n.
I blink, slowly, and turn toward the sound, still holding onto Carla’s hand. I don’t want to let go. I don’t want to quit touching Carla the Event Planner ever again.
I see Biff staring at me. When he catches my eye, he jerks his head toward Carla. Obviously, we can’t just keep shaking hands into eternity, although let’s be honest, my dick would like that…
And a whole lot more.
