Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(128)

digging into his ass as he f*cked her on her desk. Or holding onto them as he f*cked

her over the desk.


She raised an eyebrow as if reading his wicked thoughts. “Ben McKay. What brings you

to town?”


“He claims you have a lunch date,” Jenny inserted with a sneer.


Ainsley didn’t miss a beat. She snapped her fingers. “That’s right. We were going to

discuss some things that came up after Chase’s event. I believe you mentioned taking

me to Fields.”


Sneaky woman picked the newest, most expensive restaurant in town. Ben looked at Jenny

and smiled. “Told ya.”


“I’ll just grab my coat,” Ainsley said and ducked back into her office.


“I still find it odd the woman who obsessively writes everything down forgot this

date. Makes one wonder why she’s hiding that you two are…friends.”


Ben wouldn’t let this smarmy little bitch take shots at her boss when Ainsley was out

of earshot. He leaned closer to Jenny. “Or maybe Miz Hamilton and I are discussing

personal bank business and she didn’t want it broadcast. I understand your job is to

ensure her schedule runs smoothly, just as I’m sure she can count on you to maintain

the discretion that comes along with your position.”


Ainsley sailed out of her office, saying, “Jenny, would you make sure all the

paperwork in my outbox is filed?”


Jenny flashed her teeth. “I’m on it. But remember Turton becomes my lord and master

after one.”


“Excuse me?”


“Oops. I meant to say taskmaster.” Jenny flitted off.


Ben helped Ainsley with her coat. He opened doors but didn’t reach for her in any way

that might be deemed intimate. It about killed him too. She’d worn her hair up and he

wanted so badly to press his lips to her bared nape. To taste that fragrant section of

skin and watch her body tremble.


Fields was a new restaurant that utilized locally grown food. The owners only served

organic beef, chicken, pork and game. Everything was homemade from ingredients found

within sixty miles of Sundance, so the menu selection was limited. This place wouldn’t

have been his first choice, but he admitted liking the privacy of the high-backed

wooden booths and the fact there were hardly any customers to interrupt them.


Ainsley set aside her menu. “So, Ben, why did you really show up at my office today?”


“Were you worried I’d drag you back to your place for a naughty nooner?”


“Worried? No. Disappointed? Yes.”


He swallowed a primitive growl. “You get off taunting me in public, doncha, angel?”


“Maybe a little.”


“Maybe I’ll make you pay for that later.”


“Bring it on.”


The waitress wandered over to take their order. And as usual, Ben knew the woman. He

hadn’t dated her, but it wasn’t for lack of trying on her part. He kept up a light

banter but he was relieved when she disappeared into the back.


“Does every woman in town have a thing for you?”


Might make him a dick, but he was happy to see a spark of jealousy, even when it was

unwarranted; he only had eyes for her. “I’m surprised by it too. Used to be the