Free Life in the Fast Lane: A BBW Erotic Novella (Western Romance, Billionaire Cowboy, Curvy Girls) by Cassie Laurent Page A
Authors: Cassie Laurent
Tags: Western, rough sex, Texas, alpha male, cowboy, Billionaire, ranch, BBW, Curvy, Big Girl, Big Beautiful Woman, Plus Size, rubenesque
There was more to life than oil and money, and despite the magnificent luxury that surrounded him, sometimes he craved a simple escape.
But after an hour or so of reading in his office he started to get drowsy. The truth was, he was still tired from his sleepless night, and an afternoon nap didn’t sound half bad. And so he dozed off into those quiet afternoon hours.
He woke a few hours later with an open book laying pages down on his chest, cradled there when he’d first fallen asleep. He checked his watch: it was almost six o’clock and he was absolutely starving.
He headed down to his big kitchen where he rummaged through the cabinets full of food. His head chef, Henry, was there and offered to make him something, but Lane decided he couldn’t wait.
“No, Henry, it’s fine. I just want a cold beer and some pretzels.”
A beer in hand and a bowl of pretzels in the other, he walked out to one of his living rooms, turning on the big screen television to see if he might find some kind of game on to distract him. But what he really wanted was Adelaide. Why couldn’t he just admit it? Why couldn’t he pursue her publicly? It was his ranch, after all. Why all this sneaking around, waiting and wondering when he’d see her again?
Dammit.
He was tired of waiting around. He went back into the kitchen after he’d finished his beer and put down the empty bowl. Then he left down through the back exit and out onto his large property.
The air was starting to get cooler as he walked around, hoping he’d run into Adelaide sooner rather than later.
~ Adelaide ~
I didn’t sleep well last night, a fact that I wasn’t particularly surprised about. My confrontation with Don was completely unexpected. I didn’t know what to say or who to talk to.
Once we were outside training, Jim commented that I seemed tired; that my mind was aloof and not focused on my work. He asked me what was wrong, but ultimately I said nothing, shielding him from the incident of last night.
I had no idea how Jim would respond if I told him what Don had done. I knew he was wary of Don and the type of sway he held over Lane. I guess I figured that Lane would trust Don’s word over either of ours. After all, we were just the trainers, Don had been his loyal ranch operations manager for years.
All of this made me a bit nervous. Would Don make up some story, telling Lane how I’d made a move on him? Would he try to convince Lane that I needed to be fired? I had to admit that was at least a possibility.
But really, it wasn’t so much my fear of being fired, but a desire not to hurt Lane that made me worry so much. Despite our short time together, I knew we shared something special. It hurt me to think that he might believe I’d betrayed him. But I knew it would also hurt for him to find out that his supposedly trusted partner had drunkenly walked into my cottage and tried to sleep with me.
Regardless of these concerns, I proceeded with my day, putting on a pleasant smile as I worked with Jim and the horses. But I did have to make a significant effort to hide my exhaustion. Truthfully, I just craved a nap. This job was so rigorous that sometimes it felt like a twenty-four hour obligation. I needed some rest.
Around six o’clock I asked Jim if maybe I could call it quits for the day.
“I’ve just got this massive headache. I don’t know why,” I said, running my hand over my forehead to exaggerate my affliction.
“Yeah, you don’t look so good,” he said. “Go back to your cottage and get some rest.”
I hugged Jim, an action that surprised me as much as it did him. I guess I just felt like I needed support right now. I was still feeling weird about what had happened last night. I needed a good, long sleep to sort things out and finally start feeling like myself again.
I walked away from Jim and Fast Lane, making my way through the pasture as the sun set behind me. The air was cool on my skin. I felt cold, just wanting to be wrapped
But after an hour or so of reading in his office he started to get drowsy. The truth was, he was still tired from his sleepless night, and an afternoon nap didn’t sound half bad. And so he dozed off into those quiet afternoon hours.
He woke a few hours later with an open book laying pages down on his chest, cradled there when he’d first fallen asleep. He checked his watch: it was almost six o’clock and he was absolutely starving.
He headed down to his big kitchen where he rummaged through the cabinets full of food. His head chef, Henry, was there and offered to make him something, but Lane decided he couldn’t wait.
“No, Henry, it’s fine. I just want a cold beer and some pretzels.”
A beer in hand and a bowl of pretzels in the other, he walked out to one of his living rooms, turning on the big screen television to see if he might find some kind of game on to distract him. But what he really wanted was Adelaide. Why couldn’t he just admit it? Why couldn’t he pursue her publicly? It was his ranch, after all. Why all this sneaking around, waiting and wondering when he’d see her again?
Dammit.
He was tired of waiting around. He went back into the kitchen after he’d finished his beer and put down the empty bowl. Then he left down through the back exit and out onto his large property.
The air was starting to get cooler as he walked around, hoping he’d run into Adelaide sooner rather than later.
~ Adelaide ~
I didn’t sleep well last night, a fact that I wasn’t particularly surprised about. My confrontation with Don was completely unexpected. I didn’t know what to say or who to talk to.
Once we were outside training, Jim commented that I seemed tired; that my mind was aloof and not focused on my work. He asked me what was wrong, but ultimately I said nothing, shielding him from the incident of last night.
I had no idea how Jim would respond if I told him what Don had done. I knew he was wary of Don and the type of sway he held over Lane. I guess I figured that Lane would trust Don’s word over either of ours. After all, we were just the trainers, Don had been his loyal ranch operations manager for years.
All of this made me a bit nervous. Would Don make up some story, telling Lane how I’d made a move on him? Would he try to convince Lane that I needed to be fired? I had to admit that was at least a possibility.
But really, it wasn’t so much my fear of being fired, but a desire not to hurt Lane that made me worry so much. Despite our short time together, I knew we shared something special. It hurt me to think that he might believe I’d betrayed him. But I knew it would also hurt for him to find out that his supposedly trusted partner had drunkenly walked into my cottage and tried to sleep with me.
Regardless of these concerns, I proceeded with my day, putting on a pleasant smile as I worked with Jim and the horses. But I did have to make a significant effort to hide my exhaustion. Truthfully, I just craved a nap. This job was so rigorous that sometimes it felt like a twenty-four hour obligation. I needed some rest.
Around six o’clock I asked Jim if maybe I could call it quits for the day.
“I’ve just got this massive headache. I don’t know why,” I said, running my hand over my forehead to exaggerate my affliction.
“Yeah, you don’t look so good,” he said. “Go back to your cottage and get some rest.”
I hugged Jim, an action that surprised me as much as it did him. I guess I just felt like I needed support right now. I was still feeling weird about what had happened last night. I needed a good, long sleep to sort things out and finally start feeling like myself again.
I walked away from Jim and Fast Lane, making my way through the pasture as the sun set behind me. The air was cool on my skin. I felt cold, just wanting to be wrapped