Free Their Ex's Redrock Midnight (Texas Alpha) by Shirl Anders Page A

her brow scrunched while he turned his gaze slowly.
    Damn. It was several of the WTSF girls, stopped to look and giggle behind their hands in the parking lot from walking to and from somewhere in the compound.
    Rusty tensed. “We’re being watched,” she said.
    Cabe nodded. Yeah, he forgot where they were, and Rusty did that to him a lot.

EIGHT ] NEED A SPANKING FOR THAT
    “T hat’s Vicki from Lulu’s, isn’t it,” Rusty whispered to Cabe as they approached the two young women outside the WTSF main building.
    Rusty knew Trish the main bartender at Lulu’s very well, and had been in enough to watch Vicki, a waitress there, go through her cowboy Goth stage into what looked like a new pink stage. Pink strands in her hair, a sweet pink tank top that said “Better than Barbie” Rusty wanted to steal off her body, pink shorts, and of course pink-shaded tennis shoes.
    “She hooked up with a bad rodeo dude twice her age, a mean drunk and possessive. We’ve had her for a month,” Cabe said lowly. Then he added, “She’s a handful.”
    “Hey,” everyone said to everyone.
    Cabe hooked his hands in his back pockets while Rusty watched Vicki’s companion giving Cabe a look through pretty blue eyes of I-have-a-crush-on-you-big-time. Rusty glanced at Cabe to see if he caught the deal. Oh yes, he had it tagged, and it occurred to her that Cabe might be pretty good at reading girls. Which could make him even better than average at reading women.
    Crush-on-Cabe girl gushed, “Boss, I tried to get those test security cameras wired up but I keep messing up and I need your help.”
    Vicki popped her pink bubble gum, rolling her eyes at Rusty, and Rusty took it as a sister-communicating lameness. But that was a child sister and Rusty was a woman sister who shook her head back, not in commune with the youngster.
    Cabe neatly commanded, “Go read your book again.”
    Crush girl pouted with a head tilt.
    Cabe added, “Again and again if you have too. Now I know you two brats need to be somewhere. So get there.”
    Crush girl looked crushed as Rusty watched both girls dutifully adhere to Cabe’s command. She was impressed.
    He muttered, “I’m practically deep throating you, you plastered in my lap, and she sees it yet still makes plays.” He looked down on her. “Never fucking going to get women.”
    Rusty held back her laugh. “That was a girl’s play, not even close to a woman’s, and do they all call you boss?”
    He gestured toward the building and she moved when he moved. “Yeah, helps keep that distance I need.”
    She’d been going to unmercifully tease him, but that reason was so solid, she just smiled. Then she followed Cabe into his office, where he did freaking paperwork.
    An hour later, he lifted his head and asked, “You bored?”
    Rusty rolled her eyes like a girl, from where she sat in his really big office on his really big couch across from his really big desk, piled with really big piles of papers.
    “Yeah,” she said, tapping her cowboy boot on his plush carpet the color of deep plum. It was the nicest thing in his office; not that the rest was bad, just uninspired and boring. She’d like to get her hands on decorating it.
    “How can I get you un-bored?” he asked, and she noticed he must have had the same lascivious thought as her, because she saw heat touching his brown eyes briefly.
    But she said hopefully, “Let me go back to work?”
    “Not happening,” he said with that authority she had at times found delicious, but at the moment ... not so much.
    Then he stood and came around his desk. “Come on.” He held out his hand.
    She stood, but just looked at his hand. “But don’t you have paperwork?”
    He reached forward and grabbed her hand. “I always have paperwork.”
    She looked over at his desk as he started to pull her from the room. “Yeah, I can see that.” Now she felt bad. So she pulled on his hand and made him stop in the hallway. “I’ll help you with your paperwork,