Chapter 33
MAC
The Seed and Feed was the store that carried almost everything.
Including women’s winter boots. I didn’t doubt there were similar stores in her hometown, but I doubted Georgia ever went into one.
Not unless she was interested in purchasing salt licks or baby chicks and she didn’t seem the type to get her hands dirty.
I’d been in the store a thousand times, but never with a woman. And never with one who revealed more about herself than what she said aloud.
It sounded like her mother and sister expected things from Georgia that she didn’t want to give and put her down because of it.
She didn’t fit their mold and shamed her for it.
Her ex? If he went for a different woman, then Georgia didn’t fit his mold of a wife either.
Her confidence took a hit and that was clear, especially the other night when she tried to hide her luscious body from me.
Whatever her hang-ups and doubts, I didn’t see them. To me, she was perfect. And I’d tell her until she started to believe me.
“Like I told you, your ex is an idiot to let you go,” I said. “I don’t know your sister, gorgeous. Or your mother. If they don’t see you as strong and brave and perfect just the way you are, then that’s their loss.”
“You haven’t seen my sister,” she countered, sighing deeply. If Georgia thought she was a hideous creature that needed to walk around with a bag over her head so she didn’t scare the town folk, then her sister must be a supermodel, or Georgia needed glasses.
Who could look prettier than Georgia? It was fucking impossible.
I shook my head. “No, I haven’t. I’m not interested in her. I’m interested in you.”
She huffed and I reached out and lifted her chin with my fingers so her eyes met mine. I saw the hurt there. This time, it wasn’t me who put that look there, thank fuck. But I still didn’t like it. I never, ever wanted her to be less than confident.
“I didn’t make that clear the other night?”
She glanced away. I thought I had, but not enough. This was going to have to be repeated until it sunk in.
“Hmm,” I said, dropping my hand. “I think you might need a little reminder.”
She glanced around. “What, here?”
We stood between a display of women’s long underwear and wool socks. Canned country music came from hidden overhead speakers.
I grinned. “You have a dirty mind. I was going to tell you how fucking gorgeous you are. That those boots, while ridiculously impractical, are hot and I want to fuck you in them and only them. But don’t worry.
I’m not going to pull my dick out by the long underwear display so you can see how hard you make me. All the fucking time.”
Her gaze drifted downward and I closed my eyes for a moment. That wasn’t helping.
“Oh,” she said.
I closed the space between us, tucked her hair behind her ear.
“You’re driving me crazy, gorgeous. All I hear about at work is Georgia this and Georgia that.
At home, Andy won’t shut up about you. My dick is pissed I had to work and leave your bed yesterday morning.
And nothing drives me crazy. Usually. Until you showed up. Got me?”
She studied me, her cheeks flushed. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” I said, stroking her cheek with my knuckle. So soft.
I watched as the hurt in her eyes lifted and she smiled. Fuck, she was like a flower that needed water, wilting until it was given the attention and praise it needed to thrive. It seemed every time I called her a good girl, called her gorgeous, I saw the doubt lift.
I’d build up that confidence, even if it meant getting over my issues with the calendar. Or I could fuck her until she knew how pretty and perfect she was to me. That was a much better idea. She’d go home feeling beautiful and know she was a sex champ.
“Hey, Chief!” someone called from the next section over.
I raised my hand in a wave but didn’t look away from Georgia. People saying hello to me happened to me all the time. I learned I could only wave otherwise I’d be pulled into random conversations all day long. And right now, all I saw was Georgia.
“Let’s get you those boots,” I told her. “You’ve got a calendar to work on.”
The good news was, I’d see her later for a fundraiser committee meeting.
The bad news was, I’d see the first of the calendar photos. Then I’d know what I was in for. Body oil. A waxing like Theo mentioned. An inappropriate pose with a fire hose.
Juuuuust great.