Lassoing His Cowgirl(5)

“Behave, baby, and I promise I will too.” He said as he caressed my back and I knew his ass was lying. As soon as the dance was over I tried to get away, but he had one more thing to say to me.

“Tomorrow we are going out on a date, so be prepared. I have two weeks to enjoy and I will be enjoying them with you, cowgirl.” His hand caressed my cheek with such tenderness and sensuality. “And one more thing, I forgot to say how beautiful you look tonight.” David slid his finger across my lips and I purred. He gave me a knowing smile, and it pissed me off.

I turned and huffed away. “Asshole!” I could hear him laughing in a deep timber. Great his laugh was hot too, what a jerk.

My mother gave me a small smile and I shook my in anger and marched away to my sister Christine at least she was on the same page as me. She had enough of bossy men.





Chapter 3:


David



My little ruffian was a cutie. I wanted to smack her ass and kiss her lips. There was nothing I could do to fight the feelings she was bringing out in me, her feisty little ass. The rest of the evening I danced with my sister and then stood around talking all of cowboys about updating their cattle data reporting systems and had several interested in my companies programming systems. I went to sleep that night deciding how I was going to play this. Evelyn was a stubborn little thing that told me that in no uncertain terms that she preferred cowboys. I was going to learn to be a cowboy. Not that I was going to live here, but I was going to give her two weeks to decide if she could compromise if I could.

After waking up at five and deciding to work for two hours, I called my assistant and had her working non-stop, so I could extend my vacation and spend it with the lovely Evelyn. When I got downstairs, her mother was cooking. “Good Morning Mrs. Elliot. Do you always cook so early?” Surprised that she would be up so early after a late night.

“As it happens I am a little late on getting it started. Ben, Jr and the rest of the hands have to be out working, so I like to make sure they are well fed.” What? I thought that shit they showed in the movies and the TV shows was full of shit, but here is June Cleaver cooking up meals at the ungodly hour.

“I smell coffee, is there any for me?” I could really use some since I couldn’t get her off my mind. It wasn’t until my body gave into fatigue that I actually fell asleep.

“Absolutely, what would you like in it?” She stopped working on breakfast and turned to pour me a cup.

“Mrs. E, don’t do all that. I can make my own. Thank you though, you husband is a lucky man. Is there any more beautiful and sweet women like you around?” I smiled at her causing her to blush.

“Hey, buddy move along and find your own. This one is taken.” Ben Sr. came up and pushed me aside before he took her in his arms and bent her down and kissed the shit out of her. Damn by the time he lifted her up she was dazed and he gave her a nice smack on the ass, and turned to get the plates.

“I got two daughters. Although, I think Christine is more up your alley.” He said as he set the plates on the counter. That was when I felt her behind me.

“Yeah, well I am not going to lie, my interest is in the other one.” I could hear her quick intake of breath as she gasped.

“Yes, my feisty beauty I am talking about you.” I turned to her with a smile and a “Good morning!” Damn this is what she looked like when she woke up. I would be fortunate to wake up to that gorgeous face every morning.

“Please, spare me city boy. Mom, I am going for a ride into town this morning. Do you need anything?” I was coming with her whether she liked it or not. She was a natural beauty and I am sure she had all the guys in town wanting her. I heard rumors that she scared off most men, the ones she didn’t she dated and one she even had gone away to college with, but within the month she was back home. I wanted to know what her deal was and I wanted it only from her mouth.

“Sure I could use a few ingredients. I will make a list. Give me a minute.” Mrs. Elliot walked to a kitchen drawer and pulled out a piece of a paper and pen with the quickness. The woman was fast, I wondered if she was a morning person who got tired by noon and was done for the day, but I’d seen her at dinner several times and she hadn’t slowed down even a little.

“Don’t worry mom, I am not going yet. I want to eat and brush Candy.” She stopped and went back to cooking. Wow what a wife. I wonder if Evie here would be like that, hell no. She would probably tell me to go fuck myself. I turned to look at her and said, “So baby, are you going to cook me breakfast in the mornings?”

“Drop dead!” She stormed out of the room and I shrugged.