Natural Attraction Read Free Page B

little fast track plan by the old cowboy’s hired help.  This is going to delay my plans with Jax and my bed.
    Damn.
    Oh well, worse things could happen as the hired help is at least Eye Candy.  If we have to experience a delay, at least the view is nice.
    I move my attention to the driver side, rearview mirror to watch the entertainment unfold.
    I can now see that Mr Eye Candy has made it all the way over to Jen.  Je n is now leading Maverick into the yard she scoped out earlier. 
    Being inside the car and being about fifty metres away from all the action, I can’t actually hear any of the conversation that they are now having.  I do however sense the gist of it with Jen pointing at Maverick, then pointing back at the car at me, and then pointing at her watch.  I then see Mr Eye Candy nod once as he holds out his hand to shake Jen’s.
    It is at this point that I get a little distracted at the sight of Mr Eye Candy’s back rippling against his shirt while he holds his hand out.  I also start wishing that I was uninjured and that it was me who had taken Maverick off the float. 
    I then see what can only be described as a ‘cat who found the cream’ smile spread widely across Jen’s face as she asks Mr.Eye Candy a question.  She then starts laughing, loudly, as her eyes swing to me and the car.
    Um – what is that look for?
    What the hell could this guy have said that has sent Jen straight into fits of hysterical laughter and has made her look over towards me now? 
    I see her respond to a few more of Mr.Eye Candy’s questions, some of which make her shake her head and then she starts looking worried. 
    Uh oh.
    I can only assume that something Mr.Eye Candy has said is not aligning with our plan.  Perhaps his boss has sent him down to tell us to saddle up and be ready for my demonstration of riding Maverick?  Oh well, here goes.  Perhaps I can turn my charm on for Mr.Eye Candy and he’ll be able to put my case to his boss, and then we can be on our way.
    I watch him turn and approach the car with long, ground covering strides.  He is wearing old faded jeans that fit nice and snugly around his well-muscled thighs.   He has his Nickelback shirt hanging loosely, untucked over the top of his jeans. 
    As he draws closer I note that he has dark blonde hair with just a hint of red through it.  His hair is cut to be short at the back and longer on top.  It appears to be overdue for its latest trim which gives him a sexy, messy look.  There is a fringe sweeping down over his sunglass covered eyes.  He also has what looks like a three, maybe four day growth, make for a gorgeously masculine look like you’d see on a movie star headshot advertising a guy from Fight Club . 
    Fucking hot!
    No wonder Jen had pulled her big smile.    
    I hit the button to start winding the window down as he approaches the car.  I am busy watching the window lower slowly when I see him stoop down, grab the door handle, and yank the door open.
    “Ashleigh Thompson?” He asks leaning over and placing his hands on the roof of the car above my head. 
    “Yes!”  I announce cheerfully.
    Why not be cheerful when the hottest piece of Man Candy I have seen in years is leaning over my car staring straight at me? 
    Woohoo!
    Jax and my bed could most, most, most definitely wait.
    “You’re late,” he announces gruffly in a deep rich tone.
    “Um yes.  Sorry about that.  We had a small communication problem with my horse on the way here, but it’s all sorted now,” I explain flashing him my best rendition of a winning smile.
    “ Got that from your friend,” he clips starting to look annoyed.
    Shit.  
    Maybe I should have apologized for being late?
    “I assume communication problem means your horse wouldn’t get on the float?” He questions me with an almost exasperated tone.  A tone that I get the feeling isn’t going to lead to good things for me.
    “Um yes?” I reply in a much quieter, much less cheerful voice.