Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Say, Luna. I’ve got something here that I think you would like. Something no one else has tasted.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that? A new product?”
“No. It’s a special cream that isn’t for sale and isn’t a product.”
“Sounds…interesting,” she replies. I don’t think she even realizes it, but she moves closer like her body is asking to be nearer to mine.
“Oh, it is.” I smile. “I’m sure you’d like it, and I’d love to give you a tasting.”
“You would, would you?” Her eyes flare. Does she know what I’m talking about? She does, doesn’t she?
“I sure would. But not here.”
“Not here?”
“No. We’d have to go out back to the paddock office. It’s just one building over.” My eyes tell the whole tale, and it all sinks in. Luna understands.
There’s a moment’s hesitation. She’s nervous, and she should be. Her father buys from me, and he’s sent her here to handle the purchase orders for his company. If things go wrong and this goes sideways, she could blow up more than just her own job.
Just then, the door behind me opens, and Jacob, my main shipping and processing manger, comes striding in. He does not look happy.
“Problem?” I ask.
“You could sure say that,” he grumbles, flipping through the touchscreen pad in his hands. “Major screwup with our recent order. We were supposed to send twenty pallets over to Fischer and sixty to Jason. But somehow out computer system screwed up–or Dwayne screwed up and I’ll be kicking his ass later–and we sent twenty to Fischer and only forty to Jason and the last twenty to Blue Waters.”
“So Fischer’s gonna be short twenty.”
Jacob nods angrily. “And you know how Fischer gets when he’s shorted–”
“Jacob, take a breath,” I reply. “Call Townsend. Tell them one of our machines broke down and we’re backed up. Tell him we won’t have his order until next week. Take his twenty and send them to Fischer. Townsend won’t mind anyway. He’s a nice guy.”
Jacob looks up from his tablet and smiles. “Nice one, boss. Smart move.”
I pat Jacob on the back to reassure him.
“Hop to. Make sure Fischer knows we’re on it and he’ll be getting his order as usual.”
Jacob grabs his phone from his pocket and races off. When I turn back to Luna, I see her nodding at me, an impressed look on her face.
“I guess you really do know how to run a farm.”
“We wouldn’t still be here if I didn’t.” I smirk.
“I gotta say. It’s a bit of a turn-on watching a man boss other men around.”
Oh, yeah. This is working.
“Is it now? You get that from growing up watching your dad break balls at his company?”
Luna gasps–a legitimate gasp, not a playful, flirtatious gasp. She steps back, and I burst out laughing.
“What!?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Was that too far?”
“Yes!” She practically yelps. “Insinuating I have some kind of Oedipus complex! That I want to sleep with my dad–”
“Whoa, I wasn’t saying that!” I cut her off. “That’s disgusting!” I make an over-the-top grossed-out face just to mess with her. “Now who’s the pervert?”
Luna’s jaw drops even farther, and she takes another step back, taking this all in, processing. I let my smile creep larger and finally give her a reassuring wink. It works, and she lets out a deep breath, and I watch as her body relaxes as the tightness flows out of her.
“Asshole.” She smiles.
I raise my thumb and forefinger in front of my face, a centimeter gap between them, and grin. “Maybe just a little.”
“Well, all right, asshole,” she says, straightening herself. “Was that invitation for your special cream just a joke too? Should I leave now? Because I do have more work to get done today, you know? I can’t just be hanging around your farm until sunset.”
I have to stop myself from jumping her right then and there.
“You’ve got some fire in you, you know that?” I ask.
Christ, it’s like every moment I spend with her she grows more and more perfect. I can just imagine waking up with her every morning in my bed, pulling her panties aside and sliding every inch of my cock into her wet little pussy and pounding her until my cum is dripping out of her like the filling spilling out of a cream-filled donut.
“Yeah, my dad says that a lot.” She smiles, obviously appreciating my observation.
“You see? Your dad–?” I start to tease, but she instantly cuts me off by raising a flat hand in front of her face.
“Ah! Nope! We’re not going there!”
Chuckling, I reach out and take her hand and quickly lead her out the back, fighting the enormous erection in my pants doing its best to keep my legs from moving back and forth. We step out into the fresh spring air, but only for a moment. Then it’s back inside into the paddock office where we manage our shipping and packaging.