Rogue Cowboy by Kasey Millstead Read Free Book Online

okay.  I fucking hate working there anyways.”
    I gasp and before I can reply, she hangs up on me.
    Bitch.
    I can’t believe how bloody childish and rude some people are! 
    “Everything alright?” Skip asks as I come back into the bar.  Grabbing a bottled water, I have a mouthful before answering.
    “Yes and no.  Lucy just quit before I could fire her, so I guess she did me a favour.  Now, I just have to find a cleaner, pronto.”
    “Any prospects in the applications?” he asks, nodding his head toward the pile of papers on the bar.
    “A few.”
    “Well, what you waiting for?  Get the phone and call them up now while it’s quiet in here,” he encourages.
    I don’t waste any time, grabbing the phone and dialing Genevieve, Sadee and Joanna, and asking them to come in for a face-to-face interview in the morning before the pub opens.  Thankfully, all three are available.  
    Come mid-afternoon, I’m starving, but feeling accomplished and a little less stressed.  Skip went home hours ago, and since then I’ve had the lunch crowd come and go and now it’s pretty quiet again. 
    “Hey, June.” I smile warmly at the cook who’s been working the pub kitchen for years.
    “G’day, Sienna.  Hungry?”
    “Starving,” I reply.
    “Let me fix you something.  I’ll bring it out when it’s ready.”
    “Thank you.”
    Fifteen minutes later, June sits a plate down on the bar and my mouth waters.
    “This smells delicious,” I say, leaning in to breathe in the aroma of the battered Barramundi fillet and fresh green salad she’s prepared.
    “Dig in, love.  Let me know what you think of the new poppy seed dressing on the salad.” She throws me a wink and then leaves me to eat.
    “Sooo good,” I groan, chewing my first bite.
    By the time five thirty rolls around, the pub is empty, so I close the doors and let June know she can head home early.
    “The poppy seed dressing was delicious,” I tell her honestly.
    “Glad you enjoyed it,” she says kindly.  “I’ll just finish tidying up and then I’ll head out.”
    “Okay. See you tomorrow.”
    Stifling a yawn, I walk into my small, yet functional office and park my arse at my desk, intent on paying the wages and putting together some questions for tomorrow’s interviews.  Then, if I’m not too tired, I’ll do the cleaning tonight, rather than in the morning.
    I press the transfer button and wait to confirm the wages have been paid, just as I hear the side door close as June leaves.
    “Hope you’re not hiding out in here from me.”  At the sound of Zeke’s voice, I scream and whirl around in my chair, clutching my chest.
    “Jesus Christ, Zeke, you scared the shit out of me!”
    He doesn’t reply.  Instead, he stalks into the room, stopping beside my desk to place a bag on the floor.  Then he rounds the desk and comes up behind me.
    His strong, meaty hands grasp my shoulders and his fingers apply pressure, massaging me.
    “Ohhhh,” I groan.  My head falls forward as my muscles relax in ecstasy.
    “You didn’t answer my question,” he comments.
    “I didn’t hear you ask one.”
    “Are you hiding out in here from me?”
    “If I was, then it didn’t work very well, did it?” I sigh as he expertly kneads my back.
    “You shouldn’t answer a question with a question, should you?”
    “I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” I fire back.
    Why am I flirting?
    Why am I enjoying it?
    I’m so freaking ridiculous.
    “Keep throwing that sass out, baby, cause I’m loving keeping count.”
    The smart arse rebuff I was working on fades into oblivion as he works his thumbs into my neck, releasing the knots there.
    “You’re so good with your hands,” I moan.
    He leans down and whispers into my ear, “You have no idea.”
    Like a randy schoolgirl who just saw her first hot guy, my hormones go into overdrive.
    Down girl , I internally whisper to my lady parts.
    “Are you hungry?” he asks, when I’ve nearly fallen asleep from his