Standing in the barn, I noticed as the boss's daughter walked in, that air of arrogance about her, like she owned the place; and she almost did. For the past few days she had really tried my patience, picking up on every little thing I did, seeming to take a deliberate and an almost perverse delight in criticising and correcting me in everything action I took.
She was attractive, no doubt but her attitude instilled in me an anger and though I hated to admit it, a lust.
She stood there, her hands on her hips with that haughty look on her face.
She was dressed in faded denim shorts, brown cowboy boots and a plaid shirt, unbuttoned to show her delicious cleavage. On top of her long blonde hair was perched at a cute angle, a cowboy hat. A red bandana was knotted tightly at the side of her slender neck. She looked good enough to eat!
She had a riding crop in her hand and poked my shoulder with it, "Straighten that saddle it looks untidy!" she spoke with a soft southern drawl.
I adjusted the saddle that hung over one of the partitions in the barn. "It's still not straight! Do it again!"
I turned look at her, there was almost a smile on that impudent, pretty face. "Do it yourself!"
"What?! How dare you! I own this place!"
"You don't own me, you little monster!"
She walked towards me anger in her eyes and drew back her arm to strike me with the crop.
"I don't think so missy!" I caught her wrist, twisted her arm behind her back and clamped my hand over her mouth.
"I think you need to be taught some manners!"
Taking a length of rope from a hook, I tie her hands securely behind her back; she yelps as the rough cord bites into her soft wrists. "I'm telling my Father, you'll be in deep trouble over this!"
