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Chapter Three
What is wrong with me?!
Emily silently screamed at herself for the way she had started at the man that was in the doorway off her grandmother's horse barn, and gawked at his body as if she were a starving hound gazing upon a meat hanging on a hook in front of it with the juices dripping off of it.
I just started at some stranger, and attempted to undress him with my own eyes while my grandmother was right in front of me!
Why are you so upset about doing something that you obviously enjoyed doing?
She silently growled at the passionate side of her conscience butting into her mind, and giving its own two cents about the whole thing.
You know perfectly well why I am upset at the moment about what I have done.
You really need to lighten up, and let go of the prudish and frigid upbringing that your parents taught you, and stop thinking that doing something you enjoy to be bad and that you need to scream at yourself for doing it at the first place.
I don't even know his name, and I was just eying him like some kind of pervert peeping in on someone that turns them on while they are not aware of it.
Emily-
The sound of the screen door slamming shut behind her caught her attention, and brought her focus to where her grandmother was moving towards her hickory steps with one of her suitcases in one of her hands.
"Come along, Emmy-Andy!" Belle exclaimed, happily. She didn't even attempt to conceal her feelings of bliss and excitement that were very evident in her own southern accent. "Let me show you to your room so you can start unpacking your belongings."
I believe there is something else that you would rather be doing…or I should say…someone else you would rather be getting comfortable and resting on before dinner.
She rolled her eyes at what her conscience said in order to tempt and tease her shortly before following her up the stairs. Emily wanted to ask her granny who the man at the barn was on the way to her room, but didn't know exactly how to do it. Secretly, she hoped and waited for an opening for her to ask the question.
"Once I show you to your room, Emily, I am going to step out to the garden to check on my vegetables growing in this horrible heat wave, and see if Mark needs some help with the horses."
Her body nearly stumbled on the stairs from the sound of her mother's mom mention what she took to be the name of the mystery man outside. Reaching a small hallway at the top, she chose to finally speak up, and ask the question that she had been longing to ask.
"Is that the name of the man I saw outside?" Emily asked. Her voice had a slight twinge to it as she spoke to her while moving down the wooden hallway beside her. "I noticed a man in the entrance to it outside when I got out of the vehicle, and opened up the trunk. He had on a large, white cowboy-"
"That was Mark Callaway all right…He is my ranch hand that helps me around this place, and stays at the guest house back down the dirt road about a mile and a half."
"Is he really good with the horses?"
"Oh he most certainly is, Emily. The way he does hands on work with some of my more rough horses would truly amaze and astound you."
This was her chance. Granny Belle had given her the opportunity to speak up, and make a statement that would either keep her away from him or bring her closer to him.
"Granny, if it is okay with you, I would like to go down to the barn and see the horses since it has been such a long time from the last time I was here."
She waited in anticipation of what would be her grandmother's reaction since she didn't know how Belle would answer her, and that her words would either increase her desire or bring it crashing down.
Reaching the closed door of the room she always stayed in during her past trips there, she found her grandmother to be smiling at her, and reaching for the other piece of luggage her right hand was clutching.
"Go on, sweetheart." Belle answered, friendly, as she slipped her hand around its handle, and brought it to her side with the other one on the opposite side. "I will unpack your belongings while you go see the horses before I work on some dinner for us tonight."
Emily smiled, brightly, at her granny while her blood and heart raced with one another at the news she had received from her. She was going to be able to not only see the horses, but also their master who had been running through her head non-stop the moment she first laid eyes on him.
Nodding to her, she turned, and made her way back down the stairs with an unadulterated need to get up close and personal with her grandmother's ranch hand pouring out of every fiber of her being.
Pouring some oats into the last stall that had a young black filly in it, Mark carried the newly empty bucket back to where the rest of the feed was contained, and placed it beside it on the ground.
Well…That is done and over with. Now, I need to see about getting some more hay bales from the loft overhead down here to save me a trip up there in the morning.
He proceeded towards the stairs that faced away from the opened barn doors when the faint sound of someone walking inside brought his movement up them to a screeching halt. Believing that it was Belle, Mark proceeded to turn around on them to look in the direction of the doorway from where he stood while his voice flowed out in a calm tone.
"I am going to head to town for a few things in a bit, Belle. Do you need anything-"
Instead of seeing his employer, the sight that filled his gaze instead was that of her beautiful, curvaceous grand-daughter moving down the aisle with her eyes looking in his direction. The visual alone caused him to stop speaking all together or even making any kind of movement either up or down on the stairs he remained upon. The only action his body could do was holding the eye contact with her gentle eyes.
Oh…have…mercy!
His feelings of desire and lust for Emily came rushing back inside of him, giving him no time to prepare for the storm of emotions brewing within the core of his essence.
You have the best luck in the world at the moment, Mark. The part of his mind that harbored all of his temptations started to whisper at him, teasingly. Belle's voluptuous grand-child is standing less than twenty feet away from you…and no one is around to interrupt or walk in on the two of you.
Almost immediately, he let out a sound of disgust, silently, at what he heard being suggested to him within the recesses of his mind. The idea of doing anything with his boss' grand-daughter with her being close by caused his anger to make itself known to the part of the conscience speaking at that second.
Are you crazy?! Belle is in the main house, and could come out here at any moment if she is not already on her way out here!
That makes this moment you have with her to be heightened with even more excitement, as well as pleasuring all of your senses.
Having the ability to share an intimate moment with her right there in the horse barn with nothing and no one around to bother them did tempt him, and make him crave her much more in comparison to how he was the second his eyes found her form out by her car.
Mark struggled through it, but managed to push his own urges to the side, and walk down the stairs with a warm smile on his face and a friendly tone in his deep, southern voice.
"Howdy, ma'am." He said, choosing to reveal his mannerisms to her, as his body stood at the bottom of the stairs. John kept the grin on his face as he continued to speak. "How may I help you?"
His eyes roamed over her curves, soaking in all she had to offer him. Being in the presence of someone as attractive as she was while keeping an innocent vibe about her at the same time made his urges burn even more.
He placed his gaze on her face, and focused on her moving a few more steps to approach him while her gentle voice came out of her mouth in a similar tone that oozed with a calm, friendly sound to it.
"Well," Emily replied, "I came out here to check out the barn, and see all of it so I can familiarize myself with it and the jobs that have to be done within it since I am going to be staying the next few months with my grandmother."
His sexual desires only screamed louder at him while also digging its nails tight and deeply into his spinal column, giving him no rest. The news of Belle's grand-daughter wishing to be there to see all of the barn and the jobs he did inside of it caused all sorts of ideas to run through her mind before one idea stuck out the most.
The loft overhead provided not only privacy for the two of them, but would offer a soft floor for their bodies to lie down upon if things took a more passionate turn on the tour of the building between the two of them.
Before it could really settle in and give him any kind of inspiration to act it out and make the idea into a reality, Mark turned to the side, and motioned up the stairs to her with one of his hands as he spoke to her with his unbridled urge for her, as well as her curvaceous body, lingering just beneath the surface of his deep voice.
"I was fixing to head up to the loft to do a chore of mine. In the evenings, like it is now, I usually go up and toss some hay bales down to feed the horses with in the morning. If you will follow me…I would be very happy to show you that job, and how to do it…properly."