I was so fucking horny.
You could do it with Karen, the irrational horny part of my brain said.Nothing serious, it would almost be like with Meg.
But when Karen’s hands cupped my cock through my pants, I sprang up, the chair clattering to the floor behind me.
“You work for me,” I said brusquely.
“Yes,” Karen said, not backing down, “so let me make your job a little easier.”
“I have a meeting to go to,” I stated. I did actually have an appointment, but I had no intention of attending the farmers’ meeting.
Remy was going to be mad, since it was part of a Rural Trust initiative, but I couldn’t be in the same space as Meg. She was all I could think about. Karen’s little demonstration hadn’t helped either. Now all I could think about was fucking Meg in my campaign office.
I jumped in my car. I couldn’t go home; the kids were hyped up on sugar and the excitement of the event. Karen had permeated my office and I couldn’t stay there. I pulled out onto the road from the parallel-parking spot and started driving.
That was the one nice thing about living in a small town. You had the best of both worlds—the restaurants, shops, and businesses were in the small downtown, but you only had to drive a few miles, and you were out in the country.
I sped down the winding two-lane roads as I headed all the way out to the old abandoned county expo pavilion.
My thoughts were spinning, jumping between winning back Meg and trying to figure out how to best my father.
Maybe I should just let Crawford handle it.
But the last time he had stormed the compound, he had fucked up. There was no reason to think this time would be any better.
I finally decided I should leave my spot in the abandoned structure when it started getting chillier, and the sun began to set. It was that weird time of year when the temperature fluctuated.
I took the long way back to the estate house, by Ernest’s farm. Remy was going to give me an earful when I returned. In fact, Parker would too. His girlfriend, Sadie, helped run the Rural Trust, and Parker hated it when he felt she had been disrespected.
I was lost in my thoughts, forcing myself to come up with some excuse for why I hadn’t been there, when the headlights shone on a stopped car with steam billowing out, Meg beside it, jumping up and down.
“It must be fate,” I remarked after I rolled down the window.
“It’s a small town,” she said, clearly irritated. She was out of her sexy suit and was wearing pants and a checkered shirt. It was cold, and the outlines of her nipples were visible under the fabric.
She had grease smudges on her face. It didn’t matter. All I wanted to do was fuck her in the back of my car.
I worked my jaw. “Why didn’t you call for help?”
“My phone is dead!” she cried, waving her arms around. “And this stupid station wagon doesn’t have a charger!” She turned around and kicked the tire. It popped, and she screeched and skittered back against my car as the air hissed out, and the front of the beige station wagon sagged onto the axle as the tire deflated. “I hate this junk of shit!”
“I offered to buy you a new one,” I reminded her, opening my car door.
She crossed her arms. The wind blew her hair around her face.
“I’ll give you a ride,” I offered, “and have someone pick up this piece of junk.” I grabbed her bag out of the passenger’s seat then guided her into my car.
“Stop that,” she said as I started the car.
“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re sitting there all smug and superior.”
“Why, because I have a working car and you don’t?”
“Exactly.”
I huffed out a laugh. “Maybe I’ll just buy you a car anyways,” I said as we zipped down the road.
