Page 28 of Colt
Chelsea dabbed at her mouth with a napkin before meeting Paige’s gaze.
“Colt and I had sex.”
Paige seemed momentarily stunned, forkful of food paused halfway to her mouth. She set it down slowly.
“You want to run that by me again? Just for confirmation.”
A chuckle escaped Chelsea’s lips. “Yes, we had sex.”
“When?” Paige shook her head in disbelief. “Never mind. And?”
“I want more,” Chelsea confessed with a grin.
“I’ve never met him. What’s he like?”
Chelsea sighed. “He’s gorgeous. Tall, dark hair, and very dark eyes. His picture is probably posted under, tall, dark, and handsome in the dictionary.”
“Why are there so many good-looking men around here? Is it in the water?” Paige grinned.
“Must be. I had such a crush on him when I was fourteen. Of course, he ignored me because he was twenty-one. I was just a kid then.”
“But you’re a grown woman now. If you’re both single… He is single, right?”
“Yes. As far as I know he has never married.”
“Well, go for it then. What could it hurt?”
“Paige, every time we have sex, he gets pissed. It’s because he works for me and thinks it would complicate things.”
“Would it? What if you got involved and it didn’t last? How would you work together?”
Chelsea nibbled on her bottom lip. “I think that is what it all boils down to. God! He is so hot though. And talk about filling out a pair of jeans. Damn.”
Paige sighed. “I know how you feel. I love how Nick fills his out.”
“Yeah, he’s crazy about you too.” Chelsea smiled.
After finishing their meals, Chelsea left, got her shopping done, then headed home. She hoped she didn’t see Colt and knew he was off this weekend so maybe they wouldn’t see each other until Monday.
The sun was beginning to set Monday evening, as Chelsea sat on the top step of the porch, her gaze fixed on Colt as he walked out of the barn and headed toward the other one. He glanced her way and gave a small nod before continuing. Despite the early evening hour, the heat still lingered in the air, causing sweat to stain his T-shirt and emphasize the muscles beneath.
As she watched him, she couldn’t help but murmur, “How can one man fill out a pair of jeans so perfectly? Hugging him in all the right places, like his toned ass, and don’t get me started on what’s behind that fly.” She couldn’t help but shiver, just knowing firsthand. “Damn, it’s hot.”
Shaking her head slightly, she got up from her spot and made her way into the house. After pouring herself a glass of lemonade, she went back outside to sit on the step once again.
A few minutes later, she saw Colt strolling back from the barn toward the middle one. This time, when he looked her way, she held up her glass of lemonade. She watched him hesitate for a moment before making his way across the yard toward the porch.
“Would you like a glass of lemonade?” she asked as he approached. “It’s not quite as good as Tricia’s, but it’s still refreshing.”
Colt removed his hat, wiping his forehead with his arm before resettling it on his head and giving a nod. “I would.”
“Come inside and cool off for a little while,” Chelsea suggested, standing up and leading him toward the door. As they entered the house, she couldn’t hold back a small smile. She knew he had been hesitant, but something about him made her want to push past those barriers and get to know him even more.
Once inside, he removed his hat, and stood by the door. As if ready to take off at any second. She put ice in a glass, poured him some lemonade then handed it to him. He took it without touching her, and she was having a hard time not laughing.
“Something funny?” he asked.
Chelsea folded her arms, leaned a hip against the table, stared at him, and grinned.