He gazed right back with a gleam that made every cell in her body surge with electricity. “I’m Colt McCarron, the general manager of Happy Ending Ranch.”
Wait, what? Lindsay snapped to attention and did a double take. Did you say general manager?
“Such a pleasure to meet you. Been a long time coming, hasn’t it? Please, come in. Sit down and relax.”
“I thought … you were the … the … the … owner?” Lindsay barely squeaked out those words as heat blazed across her face. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Grab hold of yourself.
“I am but prefer not to use that term. Not in the workplace, at least.” Colt’s voice was smooth with the perfect amount of rasp. “Others may take offense or perceive it the wrong way. I prefer general manager.”
“Oh.”
“Please excuse my mess. I’ve been doing some summer cleaning this morning.”
Mess? What mess? Lindsay couldn’t notice anything out of place. Organized and spotless, the fragrance of leather, wood, and orange furniture polish surrounded her. I wish my room back home was this tidy. Mom wouldn’t have nagged me to clean it day after day. Across from her was a sitting area stepped up from the rest of the room. This large space included a desk on one side flanking a window with a full view of the desert landscape and, on the opposite side, a morning kitchen with a refrigerator, sink, counter space, and a convection oven. The ceiling featured a painted summer sky with its soft blue hue dabbed with wispy clouds. Hmmph, such a different vibe than out front.
“How are you? I trust you had an okay trip?”
She lowered her gaze as goosebumps pebbled her arms once more. What’s going on? This was a deep attraction on her end – a spark, a tingle, a zip, something. She was mute with desire. Lindsay had never experienced this type of feeling before and couldn’t decide whether she loved it or hated it. She stroked her forearm with two fingers.
“You’re from California, huh? We love those California blondes in these parts.”
Strangely quiet, Pamela crept her hand across Lindsay’s back and massaged it. Not accustomed to such a gentle touch, it threw Lindsay for a loop. Zack would paw and grope, but Pamela’s fingertips resembled a soothing, tender caress, a whisper in the wind. “You’re so shy. Speak up, honey.” She slid her thumb along the shell of Lindsay’s ear. “Don’t be afraid. No need to be afraid.”
“Hi, I’m … Lindsay. It’s a pleasure … to … to meet you … too.” She rubbed her forearms and clenched her jaw shut. Well, zoinks. There goes my chance of getting a job. Can I be any more of a cheugy?
Colt smiled regardless, stepped forward, and offered his hand.
OhmiGod. Those hands … so sexy. Much larger than Jim’s, Colt had enormous hands, and Lindsay feared he could snap her wrists like twigs if he got the urge. Yikes. The thought aroused the submissive in her.
She accepted and shook it. The sight of the veins popping in his wrist almost caused her to topple headlong to the floor. Her own hand was a mitten in comparison, and the exchange made her feel feminine and safe. This attraction thing was no joke. Is he spoken for? Taken? I don’t see a wedding ring. Lindsay wanted to throw herself at Colt and succumb to his every desire. She wanted him to possess her, claim her, keep her. She wanted to be his, his … his sex slave!
What’s happening to me? What did I get myself into?
Evie was right. Cripes, I am a crazed cock-o-path.
No, wait. Slow down, girlfriend. Lindsay shifted from one foot to the other. Time to be an adult. She needed to be rational and keep her emotions in check. This is a job interview. If things went according to plan, she’d have plenty of time to throw herself at others later. Best of all, she would collect a paycheck for it too.
Oh, fuck. Lindsay’s internal temperature spiked as Colt’s eyes bore down and studied her from head to toe. Guys checking her out wasn’t anything new, and Lindsay often received a cheap thrill from it.
But with Colt, it was much more intense. This guy is GQ. His unwavering gaze incinerated her right down into the carpet itself. His mannerisms were blatant and unapologetic as he inspected her body as if it were a piece of property to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Oh, dear God.
Colt’s presence encapsulated Lindsay, wrapped her into a tight, unbreakable cocoon, and simultaneously deconstructed her. The difference in their heights was just as evident as the difference in their ages. Please, please, I’ll do anything to earn this job. She desperately hoped he found her appealing enough to help fuel up and rush along the locomotive of her damnation express.
* * *
As a seasoned proprietor in the sex industry who worked alongside centerfold-lookalikes daily, Colt noticed physical details about every woman he encountered, whether on the job or in his personal, everyday life. It wasn’t intentional on his part, rather an inherent reflex as natural as breathing.
His initial observation of Lindsay was her luxurious, sunrise-gold hair and how it complemented the healthy glow of her skin. With it styled in a bushy, vibrant ponytail, he recognized this girl was a natural blonde – the essence of summer, a goddess of the sun. Had her hairstyle been ornate, such as an intricate waterfall mermaid braid, he would have assumed she was too self-absorbed and not worth the investment. I don’t hire girls who come across as egomaniacs.
A total vision of loveliness who seemed way too sweet and wholesome to be searching for a job in the skin trade, Lindsay possessed no edges, and nothing frayed. A true, quintessential All-American girl, the eighteen-year-old was apple pie, bliss-blue eyes, and warm, quiet nights on the front porch swing.
She’s nervous, I can tell, and unsure of herself, but we can work with her to build up some confidence.
More than pretty, Lindsay had nary a blemish, her complexion as naturally colorful as a fashion model wearing the most expertly applied cosmetics. She exuded kindness and was the type of girl, Colt sensed, who prioritized the happiness of others well beyond her own. A little giver. Fresh from the pumpkin patch, indeed.
Colt blinked toward the pink luster of her lips. Upon realization, Lindsay’s mouth curved into an undiluted smile, and warmth radiated from her pores. God, those lips are divine. Full and expressive, and dare he think it, rife for sucking dick.
If he wound up offering her a position here and she accepted, one thing was for certain: that mouth would receive a heavy workload.
Tight, flawless breasts strained against the fabric of Lindsay’s white tank top and its single black pocket, begging for freedom. Sweet, but does she suspect not wearing a bra is gonna persuade me, of all people, into hiring her? The clingy tank top also highlighted a flat, narrow waist.
Lindsay had rips in the front of her denim shorts, which fit her style, and wore Chuck Taylors on her feet. Classic California Girl look. She may not have boasted long, showgirl-type legs, but hers were toned from a background in athletics and could hold their own alongside any working girl in a lineup. Or any Hollywood starlet on the red carpet.
In Colt’s mind, Lindsay Anastacio ranked as one of the top five most compelling women he had ever invited into his office for an interview. Aww, hell. Maybe she’s as high as number two, I don’t know. She was slender but curved everywhere a woman should be. An aroma of fragrant perfume abounded, lush and sultry like exotic flowers.
Colt couldn’t resist temptation. He reached out and placed a hand on the compact swell of her backside.
* * *
Lindsay flinched at first contact, her skin ablaze. Seriously, is this part of the interview? She stared back with fingers fanned against her sternum. Being groped like this would be grounds for a lawsuit anywhere else. But she wasn’t anywhere else, she was at Happy Ending Ranch. This is Bizarro World, an augmented reality where the rules were different.
Oh God. He just slid his thumb over my pussy.
She stood frozen, her mouth agape, unable to protest or utter a single word in response. Her thoughts, any rationale, wouldn’t line up. They just tumbled down with each attempt and scattered the rest. Colt’s grip on her ass was firm and all man. It pulsed with the dominance she had forever sensed an older lover would exert over her. She couldn’t help but notice how sexy the tattoos that ran up his forearm were either. Just go ahead and take me now.
Lindsay’s pupils magnified, and she witnessed, in her mind’s eye, Colt’s rugged hand gripping her neck and his dick nestled in her mouth, moving in and out with hard thrusts. If you want this job, you’re going to have to earn it.
Lindsay whipped her head about and again bounced back to reality. OhmiGod, am I even worse and more depraved than all those things Evie teased me about? She couldn’t believe a man she met less than two minutes ago was treating her like a squeeze toy. Normal people would scream bloody murder, but Lindsay wanted Colt to take things further. My panties are wet.
Would she one day be like those trashy girls on the daytime talk shows her mom would scoff at? Or, worse yet, would she and her mother both be guests on a “Save My Daughter” episode? Talk about a nightmare. But by that point, I’d probably be too turnt up to even realize what was happening.
“Hmm, Lindsay. Super tight and sexy. Perfect in every regard.”
When is it my turn to place my hands on you? This man was a knight, an immovable wall of thick, mouthwatering muscle, his shirt clinging to every contour of his lithe yet defined chest. Lust chased frustration up and down Lindsay’s body. And when he smiled his approval, her insides dissolved to mush. Ooey, gooey, euphoric mush.
Amused at the spectacle, Pamela again caressed the spot on Lindsay’s back that sent her mind teetering to the brink.
I’m gonna faint.
Colt hovered a finger close to Lindsay’s breasts but didn’t fondle them. “I can envision a long and profitable future for you here.” His hand shifted upward and brushed a tendril of hair away from Lindsay’s face. “If you can handle yourself and maintain the proper attitude, I see no reason you shouldn’t expect to have four to five customers a week to start, if not more.”
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