“What’re you doing here?” Her tone is accusing.
“Helping Jameson, like he asked. What’re you doing here?”
“Helping Sutton, like she asked.” She sounds unsure, looking around and I want to laugh, but keep my face completely still. “Do you think they did this on purpose?”
I shrug. “Have you ever taken care of a ranch before?”
She folds her arms to match my posture. “Have you?”
I don’t answer, just keep looking at her, waiting for her to say something else because I know she will.
“My bad, didn’t realize you were such a cowboy. I guess that’s why you showed up to my house smelling like you rolled in horse shit,” she sasses, and I love that she’s being feisty like this again.
Submissive Bailey is fun. Bratty Bailey is entertaining. Baileycoming is beautiful. And the thought of turning her ass red from a paddle is magnificent.
Either way it’s a win-win for the both of us, and she knows it whether she wants to admit it or not.
“You’re too late anyway.” I push off the frame of the barn, and step toward her. She doesn’t move from where she’s standing as I approach. “I already took care of everything.”
“Well some of us have a job.”
“Some of us don’t need one.”
“A cowboy and a trust fund baby, I’m learning so much about you,” she says condescendingly.
I scoff. “You can have my cock in your throat, but are so wrong about knowing things about me.”
“The feeling is mutual because you don’t know shit about me either.”
“Don’t I?”
Her jaw snaps shut so hard I hear her teeth click. I notice Bruno starting to approach her, and it catches my attention for a brief moment that he doesn’t seem afraid of her. He allows her to pet his head. Maybe she wants to adopt him, then he can stay close by.
She stands up once again, and I continue to tell her exactlyhow muchI know about her.
“I know you have a tattoo on that perky little ass of yours,” Istate easily, and her jaw clenches. I step closer to her. “I know what you look like when you come.” Another step. “I know that you like a little pain.” Another step. “I know that you want a repeat of that first night we had together, and maybe if you behave you’ll get exactly that.”
She adjusts her stance, steeling her spine and standing up straight. Her green eyes glare directly into mine as she opens her pouty lips to speak. “Knowing my sexual preferences is not the same as knowing anything about me. And you’ll never know any more than that.”
Bailey gets in her car, the door slamming shut, punctuating the end to her statement dramatically. I watch her drive away, continuing to smirk in her direction as she leaves. She may be right that knowing that information isn’t knowing her, but she’s wrong that I won’t know more, because now I’m determined to know everything there is to know about Bailey Collee.
CHAPTER 16
Bailey
I’mplopped down on my couch as soon as I get home, folding my arms across my chest before pulling my phone out to text Sutton. I know I shouldn’t since she’s on her honeymoon, but if she wants to meddle, then I’m going to bother her.
Bailey: Was your plan to try and get Wes and me alone?
Sutton: I have no idea what you’re talking about?
Bailey: No? You didn’t know Jameson asked Wes to help at your house while you asked me?
Sutton: …Maybe
Bailey: I thought we were friends!
Sutton: We are, which is exactly why I did it!
