Learning the Ropes (Cowboy Erotica)

Gabrielle has never had trouble garnering male attention. In her twenty-five years, she’s left a path of broken hearts behind her a mile wide without thinking twice. So when the handsome new hand on her father’s ranch ignores her, she is determined to have him in her bed by any means necessary. But is she prepared for the outcome?

***WARNING*** This 4000 word story is for adults only and contains light bondage and restraint, a spoiled bosses daughter who needs putting in her place and one very sexy, dominant alpha-male who is more than happy to do so!

EXCERPT:
“Are you always this rude?” she blurted out, before mentally slapping a hand over her mouth.
“Only to spoiled boss’s daughters,” he replied without looking up.
She opened her mouth only to close it again.
“You really can’t ride a horse,” he added dubiously, “Growing up here.”
“I can ride a horse,” she said, and tossed her hair. “It’s just that I’m better at other types of riding.” See what he makes of that.
But he appeared to miss her innuendo.
“An assistant ranch manager who doesn’t ride. What exactly did you do to ‘work your ass off’ on this ranch since you were ‘knee-high to a grasshopper’ that didn’t involve horses or driving cattle?”
“What is this, an interview?” Gabrielle snapped.
“Call it curiosity.”
“I worked in the barns. We have some house cows and other livestock, and I used to care for the horses quite a bit, and I did ride some. Then Daddy sent me to school back east and I’ve been working the business side since. I only ride occasionally for pleasure.”
“And is it?”
“Is it what?”
“Pleasurable?”
She glanced up at his tone and caught him gazing intently at her. It was then that she knew he hadn’t missed her innuendo. “Yes,” she said. “On occasion it is very pleasurable.”
He continued to hold her gaze for a moment before turning away. “I know this is the twenty-first century and all that, but you have to be willing to get down and dirty to run a ranch, not just crunch numbers.”
“So teach me.” The words were out of her mouth almost before she knew it.
He turned away to pack the empty duffel in the closet. “Get one of the other guys to teach you. I won’t have time.”
“But I want you,” she replied, too quickly, too insistently. She realized as soon as she said it how the words sounded, desperate and sexual. Perhaps they were. But she pressed on. “We can talk business at the same time. I won’t get in the way, I promise.”
Adam sighed and ran one hand through his dark hair. Gabrielle decided that she liked the way it tumbled back over his forehead and hung down into his eyes. He tossed it back.
“No,” he said, and shut the bedroom door in her face.