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all, it wouldn't be polite to tell him
to go fuck himself, and besides, I only thought those things but
never said them out loud, if I did I would've given him a piece of
my mind a long time ago...like the first time we met, when we'd
been introduced and he'd acted like he smelt something
rotten.
He opened his huge parka and wrapped it
around me, pulling me back closer to his body heat. His body was
like a furnace. Don't think I didn't suck up all that nice warm
goodness.
He guided old Duke at a nice
steady gait back towards the ranch house; neither of us said
another word until we reached the porch.
"Go on inside and get warm, you might
as well put on a pot of coffee I don't think either one of us is
going to get any sleep tonight."
"Speak for yourself I could sleep for
the next twelve hours easy." I grumbled under my breath but he
somehow heard me.
"What was that?"
"Uh nothing, nothing at all, just
talking to myself."
I rushed into the house
after shaking off the excess snow from my boots and light jacket;
I'd only been wearing it because it was more comfortable to drive
in than my bulky winter coat, which was in the trunk of my car, but
if course Mr. Know-it-all had to call me stupid. Sometimes I wished
I had the nerve to call him on his bullshit.
Heading straight for the kitchen I got
the water ready and measured out the coffee so his majesty could
have something hot to drink after he had seen to his
horse.
That was his only redeeming quality,
his love for that old horse, a horse he'd had since his early teens
and refused to trade up, he cared for that horse like it was his
child, it's the only thing that told me he was human, that and the
way he treated his little sister.
I was sitting next to the fire he had
going in the hearth when he finally came in, his golden russet, who
knows what color hair, was all mussed, his jaw was a little
shadowed and his face was red from the cold, still he was the most
beautiful man I'd ever seen.
See, I was cursed from birth, it was
just my luck that my one and only crush made Ebenezer T Scrooge
look like the tooth fairy.
"Let me see your hands."
He walked over and took my hands in his
before I could protest. The shock of his touch went through me like
a hot knife through butter and I almost jumped out of my
skin.
"Would you be still, why the hell are
you always so skittish?"
"I don't know, sorry, I
don't mean to be..."
Talk about ice water on a hot libido, I
wish I could get over this foolish high school dream, you would
think after a year and more of this type of treatment those
feelings would've died, but nope, no such luck.
"Where are your gloves
Jade?"
"I lost them." I finally found my voice
after enjoying the sound of my name on his lips, I don't think I'd
ever heard him call me by name before, and he need not say it again
either, unless he wanted me in a puddle at his feet. Sweet merciful
heavens, wet panty alert.
He rubbed my hands between his to bring
back the warmth, I guess he figured if I got too close to the fire
to warm them I might burn them or something, seeing that I was such
a ditz.
He got up and took down two mugs when
the coffee was ready.
"I prefer hot chocolate...."
He huffed before turning away and
getting the chocolate out of the cupboard.
I'm no fool, I've heard
stories about his hot chocolate though I had yet to taste it, and I
wasn't going to let this opportunity pass me by.
He chopped chunks of chocolate, heated
the milk and added a stick of what smelt like cinnamon and some
other things he seemed to add randomly. He was too quick for me to
see what they were but it smelled heavenly.
I sat like a mute feeling
very self-conscious all of a sudden, what the hell were we supposed
to do for the next few hours?
From experience I knew this storm
wasn't letting up anytime soon, poor dad would be worried sick as
there was no way to contact him, phone service both landline and
cell were a joke in these parts in weather like
to go fuck himself, and besides, I only thought those things but
never said them out loud, if I did I would've given him a piece of
my mind a long time ago...like the first time we met, when we'd
been introduced and he'd acted like he smelt something
rotten.
He opened his huge parka and wrapped it
around me, pulling me back closer to his body heat. His body was
like a furnace. Don't think I didn't suck up all that nice warm
goodness.
He guided old Duke at a nice
steady gait back towards the ranch house; neither of us said
another word until we reached the porch.
"Go on inside and get warm, you might
as well put on a pot of coffee I don't think either one of us is
going to get any sleep tonight."
"Speak for yourself I could sleep for
the next twelve hours easy." I grumbled under my breath but he
somehow heard me.
"What was that?"
"Uh nothing, nothing at all, just
talking to myself."
I rushed into the house
after shaking off the excess snow from my boots and light jacket;
I'd only been wearing it because it was more comfortable to drive
in than my bulky winter coat, which was in the trunk of my car, but
if course Mr. Know-it-all had to call me stupid. Sometimes I wished
I had the nerve to call him on his bullshit.
Heading straight for the kitchen I got
the water ready and measured out the coffee so his majesty could
have something hot to drink after he had seen to his
horse.
That was his only redeeming quality,
his love for that old horse, a horse he'd had since his early teens
and refused to trade up, he cared for that horse like it was his
child, it's the only thing that told me he was human, that and the
way he treated his little sister.
I was sitting next to the fire he had
going in the hearth when he finally came in, his golden russet, who
knows what color hair, was all mussed, his jaw was a little
shadowed and his face was red from the cold, still he was the most
beautiful man I'd ever seen.
See, I was cursed from birth, it was
just my luck that my one and only crush made Ebenezer T Scrooge
look like the tooth fairy.
"Let me see your hands."
He walked over and took my hands in his
before I could protest. The shock of his touch went through me like
a hot knife through butter and I almost jumped out of my
skin.
"Would you be still, why the hell are
you always so skittish?"
"I don't know, sorry, I
don't mean to be..."
Talk about ice water on a hot libido, I
wish I could get over this foolish high school dream, you would
think after a year and more of this type of treatment those
feelings would've died, but nope, no such luck.
"Where are your gloves
Jade?"
"I lost them." I finally found my voice
after enjoying the sound of my name on his lips, I don't think I'd
ever heard him call me by name before, and he need not say it again
either, unless he wanted me in a puddle at his feet. Sweet merciful
heavens, wet panty alert.
He rubbed my hands between his to bring
back the warmth, I guess he figured if I got too close to the fire
to warm them I might burn them or something, seeing that I was such
a ditz.
He got up and took down two mugs when
the coffee was ready.
"I prefer hot chocolate...."
He huffed before turning away and
getting the chocolate out of the cupboard.
I'm no fool, I've heard
stories about his hot chocolate though I had yet to taste it, and I
wasn't going to let this opportunity pass me by.
He chopped chunks of chocolate, heated
the milk and added a stick of what smelt like cinnamon and some
other things he seemed to add randomly. He was too quick for me to
see what they were but it smelled heavenly.
I sat like a mute feeling
very self-conscious all of a sudden, what the hell were we supposed
to do for the next few hours?
From experience I knew this storm
wasn't letting up anytime soon, poor dad would be worried sick as
there was no way to contact him, phone service both landline and
cell were a joke in these parts in weather like
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