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over his head.
    Like hell! I haven't even made him cry yet!
    I am not ashamed to say that for a minute, maybe more, I shamelessly ogled him as he pulled his wet shirt- that so lovingly hugged his chest , over his head and chucked it towards the tile floor in his bathroom.
    Good grief, he has a nice body.
    Even if he is a total and complete utter asshole.
    I'm sick, I know , but I'll worry about that later.
    Maybe after I get the mental image of him out of my head.
    If I can…
    The man had miles of smoothly muscled pale skin underneath his shirt. The color a funny contrast to the deep brown tan of his face, neck and arms, making the dark, curly chest hair that dusted his torso stand out even more.
    What do they call it? A farmer's tan or something?
    "What do you think you're doing?" I managed to squeak out, my mouth suddenly dry, my tirade lost to the nakedness that is now Reeve.
    "I told you, you might want to leave now," he said casually, smirking at me and running his hand through his dark, almost black, brown hair, fingers sifting over the touch of silver that had started to peek out at his temples, tapering off into his short wavy hair.
    I could hear the challenge in his voice, and I stood my ground.
    He doesn't intimidate me.
    Do your worst, jerkoff, I thought as I lifted a brow at him and smirked, my chin held high.
    He unzipped his pants and unceremoniously dropped trou’ right in front of me, taking his boxers with them, exposing taut pale thighs with dark hair sprinkled about them liberally, and a very well defined, lovely shaped rump that made my dumb ass drool a little.
    "Who’s smirking now, gremlin?" Reeve taunted over his shoulder as he sauntered towards his bathroom.
    Oh! Grrrr!
    I actually growled out loud this time.
    I probably sounded more like an angry wiener dog than the bulldog-ish menace I was going for, but I can't do anything about the voice I was born with so I'll just have to deal.
    I finally found the rug beater at the last minute and chucked it at him, running from the room before I even got a chance to watch it make contact with his lily white arse.
    The very gratifying yelp I heard from the hallway would just have to do for now.
    I'll get my kicks where I can , I thought, feeling a little more justified with my cowardly exit.
    I smiled a little as I made my way past the guys downstairs, laughing when they looked at me like I was the one who'd lost my mind.
    Oh, puh-lease!
    I laughed and waved at them as I made my way down the hall to my room.
    Hmmm... Maybe with Reeve around to torture whenever the mood strikes, this will turn out to be a good thing, I contemplated as I quickly changed and hopped into bed, snuggling beneath the covers.
    He will be getting me back, of course, I can definitely expect that.
    But where would the fun be in all of this if he didn't?
    I do so love a challenge.
    I grinned wickedly as I chuckled to myself into the quiet of my room.
    Let the gauntlet be thrown!
    May the challenge begin!
    Reeve Harrison, you have no idea what you're in for, buddy...
    Let's just hope the big bad rancher man can handle it.
    I was still grinning to myself as I drifted off to sleep a few minutes later.
     
     
    Good Mornin’! Good Mooorrrnnniiiinnnn’!!!! That Moon Is Shinin’ bright!
     
     
    My alarm blared and I groggily smacked at it.
    "No, no," I moaned, flopping my head back down on the pillow, "too early."
    A loud banging started at my door and I jumped.
    "Get up, prison bait! I'm hungry! None of that easy oatmeal shit either!" came the big booming voice of the asshole from last night.
    I glared at the door and growled menacingly.
    Did I forget to mention I'm not a morning person, at all?
    "You'll get your breakfast, you ugly assed bastard, and not a minute before! Your lily white ass can hold on for a few minutes while I wake up, damn it!"
    "Did she just say Reeve has a lily white ass?" Thatcher guffawed loudly from somewhere in the house.
    Bowen and Sawyer's amused chuckles