Free The Riding Master by Alexandrea Weis Page A

situation. She was a thirty-two-year-old divorcée, and the lure of romance was something better suited to the young and impressionable.
    “No!” She beat her fist on the beige granite countertop. “Don’t let him do this to you. If you let him in, he’ll hurt you. They always do.”
    Feeling her determination return, Rayne reasoned that all the phone calls in the world would never make her comfortable with the inquisitive man. Anyway, how could a man like the alluring Trent Newbury be interested in her? 
    She went to the living room and flopped down on her comfy, white leather sofa. As her gaze drifted to the kitchen where he had pinned her against the counter, she mulled over that kiss. Closing her eyes, Rayne lingered over the memory of his lips, the feel of his firm body, and as she reveled in the image of him naked in her bed, Frank jumped onto the sofa and nestled his furry muzzle in her lap.
    Stroking the dog’s soft head, her eyes closed again and she slipped further into her fantasy of being with Trent. Rayne’s skin flushed, her breathing quickened, and her loins ached with lust. The urge to have him touch her, to run her hands along the curves of his wide chest and round, tight ass, made her heave with longing. Just when her racy daydream started getting a little too graphic, her eyes flew open.  
    A new dilemma seized Rayne. She might not have wanted to hand her heart over to Trent, but she sure did want to give him her body, and that was a feeling Rayne had never had with any man. Maybe she had been too hasty in wanting to end it. Perhaps she should just give in to her desire for the handsome man and see what developed.

    Chapter 6
     
    All the next day at work, Rayne was distracted. She kept dropping vials of specimens in her lab, and asking people to repeat information on the phone. Obsessed with Trent’s impending phone call, she had found room for little else in her mind. Even Lindsey noticed the change in her when they shared a mid-morning cup of coffee in the break room.
    “You’ve got it bad.”
    Rayne shook off her preoccupation and turned to her friend. “What?”
    “You.” Lindsey lifted the coffee mug in her hand and grinned at Rayne over the rim. “You’ve been sitting there for five minutes staring off into space. I’ve seen you distracted before, but this takes the cake.” She took a sip from her coffee. “Is this about that horse guy?”
    Rayne kept her eyes on her mug of coffee, sitting untouched on the round table before her. “He’s been calling every evening when I get home. We talk a lot, about all sorts of things, but I’m still not sure about the man.”
    Lindsey’s eager blue eyes deepened with worry. “Why? He’s calling you all the time, that’s a good sign. If he only wanted sex, he would come over and try to sleep with you. Over the phone means he wants to get to know you. Unless of course you have phone sex, then I guess you could say he was after you only for sex, but it’s not the same…I think.”
    “Phone sex?” Rayne’s tinkling laughter permeated the break room. “No, that hasn’t happened. We talk about silly things really. Movies, food, wine, you know, the casual stuff.”
    “Ever try phone sex with him?”
    “No.” Rayne shifted uneasily in her chair.
    “Ever want to?”
    “Eww! No.”
    Lindsey settled her coffee on the table, sat back in her chair, and folded her arms over the front of her pink teddy bear-clad scrub top. “Have you ever had phone sex with a man?” 
    Rayne reached for her coffee. “Of course not.” She quickly sipped from her mug.
    Lindsey smirked, shaking her head. “Yeah, Foster never struck me as that type, but this guy…you should do it.”
    Rayne almost choked on her coffee. “What?”
    “See what he’s like on the phone. It will give you a good idea of what he will be like in bed.” Lindsey ran a finger through a strand of blonde hair that had fallen from her ponytail. “Me and Casey used to do it all