Emmett hadn't been in town more than an hour before he found himself sitting in the middle of Spoon Valley's one and only saloon, his beer stein already having been filled several times. Men had come to where he was sitting and introduced themselves, but after a few minutes of Emmett just sitting there, open mouthed, staring past them like they weren't there, they decided that he was the new town idiot and they left him alone.
Emmett hadn't paid them any mind because from the moment he had walked into the saloon he had been enraptured by one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen.
When he had walked in light had been streaming in from the windows and glinting off her softly curled golden blond hair and the silly thought of men coming out west for a gold rush came through his mind. This…this was why he had come out west. The way that her hair shone was like a stream of gold glinting in the sunlight. And, when he heard her laugh and saw her face as she turned around it was as if the heavens had opened up and the angels were singing to him.
But, he wasn't exactly sure how to approach her. How exactly does one attempt to talk to God's most perfect creature?
So, instead of engaging in conversation with her, or anyone else for that matter, he just continued to stare at her…and drink.
By the time that she noticed his staring he was three sheets to the wind, sitting half slumped in his chair, his elbow on the table with his droopy head propped up in his hand, cowboy hat barely sitting on the back of his head, with a goofy grin on his face as he watched her.
Rosie looked at him and couldn't help but feel a bit of a tug to her hard heart as she saw his curly black hair and dimples. Walking up to him she smiled. "Well, hello, cowboy."
He just smiled at her and hiccupped in response.
She chuckled a bit and sat across from him, resting her own elbow on the table and her own head in her hand, mirroring his posture, though she wasn't about to fall out of her chair.
"I couldn't help but notice you staring at me," she said with a smile.
In response he actually giggled and hiccupped again.
She bit her full, cupid bow shaped lips together to keep from laughing.
"What's your name, cowboy?" she asked, wondering for a moment if he was capable of speech.
"Em…Emmeth!" he grinned and sat up a bit straighter in his chair, though he did sway a bit.
"Well, Emmet, I'm Rosie. It's very nice to meet you." She held her hand out for him to shake, but he surprised her by suddenly grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it. He sure could move fast for such a big drunk fellow.
He winked at her over the back of her hand and then as he let go he fell completely forward right out of his chair, landing on his knees with his face plopped down right into her lap.
Rosie jerked, startled and then she arched a brow and drawled out. "Men usually pay for the pleasure of an up close and personal inspection, Emmett."
There was no response and she moved her hand to the back of his head, running her fingers through the amazingly soft curls when his snore, muffled by her skirts, reached her ears.
She blinked in surprised and then let out a bit of a startled laugh.
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Rosie didn't know what possessed her to tell Felix and Demitri that Emmett had already paid for the pleasure of her company just so they could help her get the drunk mountain of a man up to her room. They had actually tried to convince her to toss him out on his ear, insisting that he wouldn't remember whether he'd paid her much less whether or not he was supposed to wake up in her room.
Once they had deposited Emmett onto her bed she sighed and shook her head. The man took up the whole bed and he snored like a bear. She undressed him, though that took a while considering that he was heavy and out cold. Once she got him down to his skivvies she was sweating a bit and she wondered again why she was doing this, but then he grinned in his sleep showing those unbelievably cute dimples again and she couldn't help but smile.
Stripping down, she cleaned up at her wash basin before slipping into her own nightgown and slipping under the covers with him. There wasn't much room in the bed due to his large size so after blowing out the candle that had been lighting up the room she curled up against him, using his outstretched arm as a pillow. As she started to fall asleep his arm curled around her and she smiled as he giggled in his sleep.
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Emmett woke up sure that a prairie dog had somehow dug its way into his skull and was chewing away at his brain. His head was pounding and his mouth was as dry as the desert. He would have believed that he was in hell if it weren't for the fact that something soft that smelled wonderful was curled up in his arms.
As his hand started to wander, feeling thin cotton fabric over luscious curves he forgot the pain in his head and was brave enough to crack one eye open to see what was so enticing. That's when he saw the angled from the day before asleep in his arms.
His hands froze in their exploration and both eyes opened wide and then as the light of the morning coming through the windows hit both pupils, he closed them again before squinting through them.
She was really there. She was in his arms. They were in a bed and he was naked.
Well, God. Damn.
She felt her shift against him as she started to come awake, her soft body rubbing against his and despite his hungover state he felt himself pitching a tent under the sheets and he had to stifle a groan.
Rosie's eyes started to flutter open and since her head was resting on Emmett's chest, her face turned in the direction of his eyes she woke up to the site of a rather impressive erection poking out from under the sheets.
"Oh. My," she managed to whisper and Emmett's whole body went stiff.
Both of them held their breaths and went very still as they realized that the other was awake and then Rosie broke the silence by saying.
"Should I take care of that for you, cowboy?"
Emmett scrambled out of the bed then, taking the sheet with him, holding the sheet to his chest with both hands as he looked at her with a look of horror. Ignoring the pounding in his head he bellowed, "What kind of a man do you think I am!"
Rosie had almost fallen out of the bed when he had jumped out of it and now she looked at him with wide-eyed surprise, trying not to laugh at the picture in front of her. This big burly man was holding the sheet to himself like a virgin girl that hadn't ever been touched.
She lay back on the bed, stretching out on her side, as she propped up her head with her hand and smirked at him. "I'm not sure, but I sure am willing to find out." And, with that, she winked at him.
He stared back at her with an open mouth and then he started to turn red. Without a word he looked around, trying to find his clothes, even as he fumbled with the sheet, trying to keep some semblance of modesty.
"They're on the chair over there."
He nodded and went over and got his chair and wondered how he was going to get dressed when she pointed to a screen in the corner. "You can get dressed back there, handsome."
He scowled at her and went behind the screen, dressing quickly. By the time he came back out she was sitting in the middle of the bed.
"Um, well, I guess I'll be going now," he said without looking at her and he headed for the door.
She was disappointed when the door closed behind him, but only a second later he stuck his head back in. "What's your name, ma'am?"
She grinned at being called ma'am. Men rarely treated her with any sort of respect.
"Rosie," she replied.
He nodded and closed the door again only to peek back in a second later. "Can I call on you later, Miss Rosie?"
When she grinned at him and nodded, feeling a flutter in her long dormant heart, he gave her a dimpled grin and disappeared behind the door again.