Page 41 of Fever Dream
But Evelyn doesn’t give a fuck about scooping shit. She’s too focused on arching her back and rubbing her ass against my dick. It’s something I’d usually be into, but in this setting, it just feels gross.
Especially when I hear Dick Wad whispering, “Camera Two, zoom in on her ass. Yeah, right there. Fuck, that looks good.”
God, he’s so embarrassing.
When I finally step away and look over at him, his expression is totally smarmy—he might as well be rubbing his hands together like a fly on shit.
“Me next!” a woman who introduced herself—unforgettably—asCookieexclaims.
Akira actually glances around herself like she’s living in some sort of alternate reality. “Ladies, seriously? If pretending you don’t know how a pitchfork works is impressive to a man he’s not worth impressing.”
And I can’t help myself, I laugh. Because she’sright.
Based on the way Teri purses her lips, I suspect she’s seen my reaction. And she doesn’t approve.
So I double down, forcing myself to smile in her direction before turning back to the women. I go through the rounds and give them all the charm I can muster. I help five of the ten women learn how to use a pitchfork as though it’s a special skill.
The experience makes me want to eliminate all five on the spot just for being annoying, but I know Richard would not approve of it. Especially considering he has such a massive boner for Evelyn.
When I finally break free of the final stall, I can’t help but think about Julia. There’s no way in hell she’d need me to show her how to hold a pitchfork. She’d sooner pick it up and beat me with it.
Without meaning to, my eyes find her through the crowd of crew members standing at the end of the barn alleyway. She’s still got that smirk from yesterday plastered on her lips.
We stare at each other for a couple of beats.
I watch as her eyes drop, meandering over my body and landing just below my belt where they stay. I actually look down to see if I’ve spilled something on my jeans. But there’s nothing at all, so I shake it off, refusing to be unnerved by a twenty-five-year-old who is related to my biggest and most obnoxious rival.
I’m here to get a job done. I’m here for my family. And what Julia Silva thinks of me is of little consequence. I force her out of my mind and try to focus on the women who I’m actually here for.
We feed horses. We drive the tractor and grade the driveway. Hell, we even water both the outdoor and indoor arena for Riley.
It’s as the women are wrapping the hose up in the indoor arena that Handsy Evelyn makes a show of wiping her mucky hands off on my T-shirt with a playful giggle.
Dick Wad shares his approval from the sidelines, but it only makes the other women dislike her more.
Still, by the time we wrap up, news of all the chores that were completed has made it to the family group chat. Since having to lay off staff to keep expenses down, it’s impossible not to notice that a lot of ground has been covered around the farm today.
Riley
Are you sure you can’t keep all ten? It would be awfully helpful.
Opa
Fuck no.
Evan
That’s about how many women it would take to hold his attention. A stable’s worth!
Parker
That’s only because he hasn’t met that one special person who can hold his attention all on her own.
Oma
LOL.
I smirk down at the screen. Specifically at Oma’sLOL, which she has recently learned means “laugh out loud,” not “lots of love.”
