Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Her orgasms were … pathetic. Axe knew he’d have her screaming and begging for more, if she just gave him the chance.
He forced himself to look away from her as he didn’t want to have to work with a rock-hard erection, which seemed to be his constant state when he was close to Clarissa. There were many of his own rules he was breaking for the young woman. None of his other employees were allowed to eat with him, but he demanded Clarissa do so.
Sitting opposite her at the end of the day didn’t help matters. All it did was make him so freaking aroused. He had no choice but to work his dick when he stood beneath a cold shower. Axe couldn’t even recall the last time he had a nice, hot shower. They all had to be freezing cold to get his arousal in check. Not that it helped his need for her.
Picking up the rake, he eased it through the soil, gathering up the weeds he’d just loosened. He also did a quick sweep to make sure there were no frogs lurking around. Clarissa had a fear of them. He’d been washing up a few weeks ago, when her screaming had alerted him, and he’d come running to take care of business. That business had been a small, tiny frog, and she’d freaked out. She had a fear of spiders as well. She was so adorable.
He thought about his woman, and he knew he had to stop thinking about her like that. Clarissa was not his, but he always felt possessive of her.
He wanted to take care of her, to own her, to possess her, to fuck her.
And he could do none of that, because he was her boss.
Chapter Two
Clarissa glanced across the table toward Axe.
He wore a short-sleeved deep-green shirt, and the cuff of the shirt was tight as he tensed up, sliding his knife through the peppered steak she’d cooked on the grill. She made sure to get it medium rare, the way he liked it. The peppercorn sauce was in a separate pot beside him. She served it with some green vegetables and fresh new potatoes.
It wouldn’t be long until the summer was behind them, and on course for autumn. There had been a few cold nights over the past week. The days were nice and warm, but they were getting cooler. She normally loved the colder season. She recalled the years spent with her mother as they snuggled together on the sofa, enjoying movies or reading books. Sometimes they listened to music. They were sweet memories.
With the colder months approaching, her time admiring a semi-clad Axe would come to an end. He did look good in clothes, just as good out of them. Not that she’d seen him completely naked. No, just shirtless, always with a pair of jeans or sweatpants.
Axe always kept himself busy. There was never a day off at the ranch. Even Sundays, he would go and check fences and the cattle. She didn’t mind. She always loved to do something. Sundays helped her take stock of what she had, and make a list for him to check over everything she needed in town.
Monday was her shop day, and he’d warned her to take full advantage of the empty pantry and to start filling it.
Once the snow hit, the roads were way too dangerous, and he wouldn’t allow her to leave. She found it hot that he’d refuse to give her permission to leave. It was insane for her to even think about. She’d never been told what to do in her life. Even her mother hadn’t given commands or forced her to do anything. They talked about it.
Not Axe. He demanded it.
She had taken his advice, and knew from personal experience how treacherous the roads were in the main town, and his ranch was off the beaten track, quite difficult to get to. Every time she went to town, she stocked twice as much as needed, and the pantry was nice and full. This coming Sunday, she’d check to see what was missing.
Clarissa didn’t know how he liked to spend his Thanksgiving and Christmas, but she liked to celebrate. She made a note to ask him if he had a tree or any decorations she could use to get the house all festive. They were still several months off, but she would like to be prepared.
“When are you going to the store?” Axe asked, surprising her.
They rarely talked. In fact, other than the advice and commands he sent her way, they never had a conversation.
“Monday.”
He nodded. “I’ll come with you.”
“If there is anything you need, I can pick it up. I’ve got a list.” Before he could say anything more, she slid out of the chair and moved to the cabinet where she’d hung her list inside. Taking it down, she placed it in front of him, and sat down.