“Yes, sir, she has,” I said with a smirk of my own.
As we walked up to the barn, I could hear Ari singing. When we rounded the corner, I saw her mucking out the stalls, her back facing us. She was listening to her iPod. The only thing I could see was Ari moving her fucking hips as she danced with a pitch-fork while singing loudly to Christina Aguilera’s “WooHoo. ”
“Did she just say ‘you know you wanna put lips where my hips are’?” Scott asked.
Kill me now. “Ari,” I said, trying not to shout at her. “Arr? Ari!” I shouted.
Nope, nothing. She was still dancing and singing. Reaching down, I picked up a horse brush and threw it at her, hitting her right on the ass.
“What the fuck?” Ari said as she whipped around.
She gave me a dirty look, but then she noticed Scott standing there. She immediately ripped the head phones out of her ears and smiled.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, y’all. What time is it?”
“It’s around nine,” I said.
Ari looked back over at me. Her cheeks were blushed either from dancing or being embarrassed. She looked so damn cute…and I was pissed as hell at her.
“Ari, this is Scott Reynolds, Mr. Reynold’s son. He’s taking over his father’s business. ”
Ari put the pitch-fork up against the stall before she made her way over to us. I looked over at Scott, who couldn’t seem to pull his eyes away from Ari. I took another look at her and instantly knew why.
She was wearing a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts, a white tank top, and a pair of pink cowboy boots. She looked fucking hot.
Ari quickly wiped her hands on the ass of her shorts and then reached out to shake Scott’s hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Reynolds. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think you would be here until around noon,” Ari said with that damn smile of hers.
The fucking bastard let his eyes travel up and down Ari, and I swore that he looked at her damn breasts for good ten seconds.
“I had an appointment cancel this morning, so I sent Jeff a text, saying that I would be here earlier. And the pleasure is all mine. ”
I looked at Ari again to see that she was blushing even more.
***
We spent the next few hours talking about the horses, the barn, the broodmares, and the studs. If it had to do with horses, we talked about it. Most of the time, Scott was a little too interested in Ari. He asked her a million questions about her wanting to train the horses for barrel racing and roping.
“Well, Jeff, it seems to me that you have a really nice set-up here. I’m really looking forward to doing business with you. I would love to see a few of your mares take some barrels. Ari, maybe you could demonstrate that for me,” he said with a smile on his face.
Ari smiled back, giving him a bring-it-on look.
“You bet I’ll demonstrate for you,” Ari said as her face flushed again.
What the fuck?
“Well then, how about right now?”
Ari looked stunned, but she agreed. She left to go saddle up a horse she’d been working with the last few months.
***
Scott must have liked the demonstration because he wanted to know how soon he could bring his stud out. The mare Ari rode was obviously in heat. The horse was moody, and I could tell that Ari was working extra hard with her.
While she was taking off the saddle from the mare, I pulled Ari off to the side.
“Ari, why did you ride Rose if you knew she was in heat? She’s already a feisty-ass horse?”