Chapter 19
I was heading to my loft to shower and change, the exhaustion of a days hard work settling into my bones. Dawson grabbed me by the hand as I was about to enter the breezeway to my stairs. ‘Hey Ash, want to come to my place after you shower? I’ve got a beer with your name on it. I was also thinking, unless you have other plans, I have a couple steaks I can throw on, and some sides. I smiled up at him.
“Sounds great. Thirty minutes work for you?” I asked. He nodded yes. “Great see you then.” I pulled my hand from his and ran up the stairs to shower and change. I really wanted to get the grime of the day off my body and feel clean, before anything else.
I showered, brushed out my hair and threw on a sundress and sandals. I needed to feel like a girl, even if it was just for a few hours. I rarely wore sundresses, but I was so over feeling hot and sticky, and this felt light and cool. I decided to just leave my hair down, my long waves tumbling down my back. It was getting pretty long, nearing my waist. I decided I should probably think about going into town and finding a salon to get it cut before I was sitting on it.
1 made my way across the yard to Dawson’s, saying a quick hello to Buck and Bailey before going out to the back of the barn and climbing the steps to his door. As I went to knock, the door flew open and he pulled me inside and slammed the door shut. “What the heck..” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before his lips were on mine and he had pulled me close to him. He was barefoot, in a pair of dark Levi’s and a black t–shirt that hugged all of his muscles, leaving little to my imagination. As he pulled me tight against him, my whole body felt flush and tingles raced all over.
Dawson’s hands were roaming all over my back, one slipped down and pulled my hips into his. I could feel his erection between the thin material of my dress. I didn’t pull away, I pushed my hips into his more, feeling intensely turned on by his demanding kiss and the feel of our bodies rubbing against one another. I heard a low growl from his throat, and then he pulled away, a grin on his face. “I don’t suppose we will be eating dinner if we keep that up,” and he moved away from me to walk into his kitchen. I had to catch my breath, and I immediately clenched my thighs together, hoping he didn’t
notice my arousal.
I walked around his living room, and it was decorated like you’d expect a mans place to look. He had a dark leather sofa and wood coffee table. A big double arm chair and a large flat screen tv hanging on the wall. There were various family photos on the wall and a large painting of a horse running across a prairie over his couch. It was nice, understated and
clean.
I took a seat on the couch, tucking my legs up under me. I saw the slider was open to his balcony and there was a grill out there heating up. Dawson came out of the kitchen with a tray of steaks and a beer in his hand. He handed me the beer, then made his way out to the balcony. I watched him work, putting the steaks on the grill after he made sure the grill was hot. He came back inside and went back to the kitchen. A couple seconds later he walked into the living room with his own beer. “So what do you think of my place? Not as big and posh as yours.”
I took a sip of my beer, looking up at him from under my lashes. “It’s cozy. Very masculine, as I’d expect.”
He tilted his head towards the slider, “Care to sit on the balcony with me? The sun will be setting soon and it’s a great view of it from here.” That sounded amazing to me, so I climbed off the sofa and followed him out to his balcony. He had
two adirondack chairs and a little table between them. He motioned for me to sit and I did. He took up the seat next to me
that was closest to the grill, so he could keep an eye on the steaks.
“So how long have you worked here?” I asked him.
