way I would
caress her skin and how my lips would take in every inch of her. I certainly
wouldn’t let her leave my bed without being totally satisfied.
I
loved women. It wasn’t a surprise to most people who knew me that I loved
everything about women. But I wasn’t one of those guys who said he loved women
but then secretly didn’t respect them in the office or workforce. I
whole-heartedly loved women. The female perspective on things was always
different and innovative compared to how I viewed a project. I cherished the
insights of the women who worked in my company, although I didn’t have nearly
enough women there.
Working
with airplanes didn’t appear to be a job many women enjoyed very much. I only
had one female pilot and a few office employees. I also had one woman that was
in charge of my marketing and sales. She was blonde and beautiful and the rich
men she pandered to had a very hard time resisting her sales pitch. But I
honestly hadn’t hired her because of her looks; I hired her because she sold me
on her abilities and that was why I loved women in the workplace.
As
far as Sarah and the ranch were turning out, I could already see that both
Sarah and her mother Meredith contributed greatly to the running of the ranch.
It was their ideas and hard work combined with Sid’s that made the ranch
operate as well as it had been going. But I also suspected that Sid wasn’t
bringing in the kind of money that he needed to bring in. A ranch had to be a
very expensive business to operate and I didn’t see where Sid was optimizing
the opportunities at all. He only sold his cows and some smaller livestock but
he had thousands of acres of land. There had to be something more useful he
could be doing with all that land.
“Sit
down and tell me why your hands are gentler than a newborn baby’s,” Sarah said
and then started to laugh.
“I
guess I’ve just got baby hands.”
“Have
you ever worked on a ranch before? Have you ever even worked at all? These
hands are absolutely pitiful.”
“No,”
I laughed, but then I quickly became aware that I was supposed to be Garrett
Reynolds and I had a complete back story that I needed to stick to. “Well, a
little, but not this much,” I added. “Your Dad has gotten more work out of me
here than I think I did throughout my entire years in college.”
I
was joking, but it was probably pretty close to being true. Working hard was
relative to me. In my real life, I worked hard to build my company and I
probably worked twice as much as other people who had normal jobs, but I did my
work whenever I wanted. I didn’t have to sit at my desk all day and I certainly
wasn’t getting blisters from shoveling horse crap.
“Where
are you from?”
My
mind hesitated as I tried to remember the history of Garrett. I hadn’t actually
had to tell the story to anyone yet. I had successfully avoided any deep and
meaningful conversations with people since I had arrived on the ranch. It
probably wasn’t the best way to get to know my fellow workers, but I just
couldn’t risk messing up the story that I was supposed to know about my own
past.
I
also had stayed pretty quiet because I was afraid of getting confused and
telling people different stories about my past. If I started talking to anyone,
I needed to be one hundred percent sure of my story so I wouldn’t look like a
liar when I told people bits and pieces about my past.
“Originally
from Wyoming, was on my way to Washington, but decided to stay and work for the
summer.”
“What’s
in Washington?”
“A
job.”
“Not
one where you use your hands I hope?” Sarah laughed.
Her
laugh brightened the room as her smile took over her face. I was sure that any
man who had ever laid eyes on that smile had probably tried to land her as his
woman. My body even reacted with a stiff hard on as she grabbed one of my hands
and started to work on draining the blisters and bandaging me up. I had to
resist from flirting with her