Alex

I took off my hat and wiped my brow with my trusty bandana. It was old and tattered, but I got it from my grandfather before he died. I should have kept it tucked away this whole time, but he said to use it, because a real cowboy works hard and sweats. I needed to retire it before it was completely threadbare. Besides, it didn’t do a good job of drying away the sweat anymore. I returned it to my pocket, then went back to work. It was a typical hot day in Texas and I was out working alongside my hands before heading inside to handle the paperwork. My chest was covered in a layer of sweat that I ended up taking off my tee and used it to wipe the sweat away.

My phone buzzed. Pulling it out of my pocket, I saw it was the house. The neighbor girl started working for me because for some reason her father’s ranch was failing and she wanted to make some money.  I hated that because they seemed like good people.

“What’s going on, dear?” I answered.

“Mr. Sanchez, there’s a young woman here. She seems like she’s homeless and is looking for a job.”

“What? Okay, I’ll be there in ten minutes. Give her something to drink and eat at the very least.”

“Already on it,” she said with her sweet voice. She’s a good girl. A little too young for me, but I still had to look after her like I would all females in my area. I hated to see anything bad happen to women.

I turned to my man and let him know I’m needed at the house. He nodded and went back to work. I hope this woman isn’t running away from trouble. My ranch was so far away from town that it didn’t make sense for someone to just wander onto my property. I had to make sure she was safe.

Woman or not, I don’t trust anyone I haven’t met. And I’ve never had a woman on this ranch that didn’t work for me and it would stay that way until I found a wife. This woman could take over some duties if she was a good cook, but if not, she had to go. Maybe I could find her a job in town, but since I already hired Maggie, I don’t really need a lot of help.

I climbed the steps two at a time, throwing the screen door open. I could hear Maggie talking to someone, then I heard her voice. I stopped in my tracks. That voice was sultry and my cock took notice. I looked down realized I didn’t have a shirt on. Rushing up to my room, I tossed on a plain white tee. My cock didn’t calm down for shit, by the time I made it back downstairs. That wasn’t good. I haven’t been with a woman in three years and didn’t need one here that got me hard.

I took a breath, then slammed my hand to the kitchen door, swinging it open to see long dark brown hair flipped over one shoulder and a slender frame from what I could see. She turned at my entry and I was so damn fucked. She wanted a job and I wanted to put my kid in her. Fucked up thoughts of an employer taking advantage of his employee crossed my mind and that wasn’t cool. I couldn’t hire her. I just couldn’t, but…I couldn’t let her go.

The air was knocked straight out of me. Her soft eyes were hazel and round with dark lashes creating a dark border around perfection. All the blood drained from my dome straight to my sack. I was fucked beyond belief.

“Mr. Sanchez, this is Diana Brody. Diana, this is Alex Sanchez.” I stood there just staring like a fucking fool. How old was I? Thirty, and here I was acting like I’d never spoken to a girl before.

“Hello, Mr. Sanchez.” A shiver of pleasure shot straight through my spine. The sound of her saying my name gave me the urge to bend her over the table and spank her ass. She was too damn tempting.

“Alex, please,” I informed her.

She blushed then replied, “Alex.” Now I was truly screwed. I wanted her to shout my name with my cock buried deep inside her.

“Alex, I was told in town that you were looking for help, but Maggie said you have her for that.” She bit her lip, looking a bit downtrodden.

“Diana, I don’t really need any more help, but that doesn’t mean I can’t use it. Maggie’s not here for all meals and the like so if you can cook, you’ve got a job.” What was I thinking? This wasn’t going to be good. I cross my fingers in hope that she can’t cook for shit. If that was the case, she could look for a job somewhere else.

“I’m a great cook. I can make most foods,” she offered with a light pink flush staining her face. Knowing that she was attracted to me wasn’t going to make it easier to hold back.

“Yes?” I asked, feeling a bit perturbed about the fact I didn’t have another way out.  I really could use more help because no one was here for breakfast and that was the most important meal of the day. If she had to make it by five thirty in the morning that meant she would have to live here. I couldn’t do this.

“Yes, Mr.—Alex,” she answered. What was I going to do now? Go back to work, that was it. I would occupy myself with that.

“Listen we can talk about this later. I have to get back outside. Stay for dinner and we can discuss it afterward.” I placed my hat on my head, nodded and walked out of the house as fast as I could. The summer heat bore down on me and my throat constricted. I knew it wasn’t the sun or temperature. It was the idea of leaving her even for a short time. I look around the front yard of the ranch and that’s when I spot the older model Dodge Dakota that had seen better days.

An overwhelming need to speak to her forced me back inside. I rushed up the stairs like I was trying to outrun a bull. I was certain my hard entrance was noticed from the bang of the screen door from just letting it go after a hard swing.