My Little Farm Girl

I placed my hands loosely around her middle in a way that she had no choice but to lean into me otherwise she would be in an odd position.

“Now tell me why it pisses you off that I had Marion.” Right away the hair came down to cover her face and she refused to look at me. I wasn’t having any of that though. I pushed the hair back behind her ear and turned her face with a finger under her chin.

She still wouldn’t look me in the eye but at least she was no longer hiding. When she didn’t answer me immediately I jiggled my legs under her to get her attention. “I’m waiting.”

“I’m not…”

“Yes you are, don’t lie to me.” She gave me a quick look before ducking her head again.

“I don’t know why, I…did you love her?”

Wow, I don’t think I’d expected her response to be that honest, that telling. “No Kitten, I’ve never been in love with anyone until recently.” Her brow knitted and she seemed to be searching for the meaning to my words, but I decided to let the answer come to her in its own time.

“Is there anything else you would like to know about my relationship with her?” Usually I wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t discuss one woman with another, but I think the situation called for it.

They were too close for it not to matter and who knows what lies Marion had been telling her if any? I needed to dispel any notions she might have that the brief fling I’d had with the other woman was anything more than that.

As I spoke I ran the thumb of one hand sensually back and forth across the soft inner skin of her wrist, right above her pulse. Her breathing became shallow and she fidgeted a bit on my lap before settling down again.

“I don’t know, I can’t think of any right now except…no never mind.” I let it go for now since her face had gone red as a cherry again.

We sat there for a while not saying anything, just enjoying being close. When my cock started his shit I thought it prudent to get her out of harm’s way.

“I think you should head on up to bed sweetheart, it’s getting late and you’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

“Are we still doing that?”

“Of course.” I wasn’t sure why she would think that we weren’t but I left it at that. I walked her to the door of her room, and instead of the kiss I wanted to give her, I settled for a kiss to her forehead and a squeeze of her hand before turning and heading for my office. It was going to be a long night.

Chapter 8

GABRIELLA

I didn’t breathe until the door closed behind me. My heart felt as though it had been in my throat all evening.

I looked around the room he’d given me. It was beautiful, with its green and gold color scheme and the wicker furniture that stood out amidst all the splashes of color.

Very grown up I thought, as I walked around the room touching the little knick knacks on the bureau before going over to the windows that looked out over the park.

It was a cool night coming onto the end of September, summer was gasping for its last breath and the scent of fall was in the air.

I went back over the day’s events as I gazed out of the window at nothing. I’d been so excited when I got back to the editing room. I couldn’t wait to share my good news with Robyn and some of the other girls that had befriended me in the past week.

As soon as I got back I knew something was wrong, everyone was acting as if they were on pins and needles and the usually bustling place seemed to be on a slower pace.

I’d been about to ask one of the girls what had happened, when aunt Marion came out of her office and saw me.

“You, get in here now.” I felt a little embarrassed about being spoken to like that in front of a roomful of strangers, but with my head down I went after her.

She was probably just having another one of her spells I thought. But I was too excited to let that bother me. Callan was back and he hadn’t forgotten me. I almost smiled as I remembered our time together.

“Where did you go?”

Like an idiot I told her, thinking she would be excited for me; I forgot to call him Mr. O’Rourke I think, and maybe that’s what set her off. “I told you not to call him that.”

“But he said it was okay.” For some reason I felt very resentful towards her attitude where Callan was concerned. She’d dropped hints to me before about their relationship, but I wasn’t sure what to believe any more.

Surely if he were in love with her as she implied he would’ve called her while he was away, and he hadn’t. I know because like a fool each evening before I was sent off to bed, I’d hover near the phone on the off chance that he did call and I would get to at least hear his voice.