horse was dancing around nervously as soon as my car approached. “The horse doesn’t look happy with the car being so close.”
“Weird coloured horse,” Dillion laughed, “ he is light brown with white patches all over him. What do you call that colour, Mum?”
“Why don’t you add that to the list of questions you have and ask Nixx because I have no idea, bud. I’m from the city like you are in case you forgot,” I drawled, unclipping my belt and took a deep calming breath. Seeing Nixx again so soon after last night was giving me just a little of the knee-knocking, sweaty palms and clenching vaginal muscles kind of reactions I had to admit. All I did today was walk around in circles fretting on the agreement we came to in-between dancing and kissing.
Why, oh why, did I let him kiss me? My life might not be perfect by some standards, but my business was bringing in enough money to pay the bank every month and leave enough for essentials. My son was thriving in school, had heaps of friends, and so far had not experienced any adverse effects from his parents being divorced. In fact, Dillion was pretty much the most perfect thing I had ever done. I dated once in a blue moon, nothing heavy or intimate, just fun conversation over an adult dinner that didn’t consist of pizza, then Nixx Hott asked me to dance and kissed me, bringing a fair few rows of my brick wall crumbling to the ground.
“Hey, Nixx, great horse!” Dillion yelled, snapping me into mum mode as soon as I heard him shout.
“Dillion! Don’t shout around the horse unless Nixx—”
“It’s okay Farron, Hercules here is pretty chill now thanks to Blake and her gift,” Nixx replied, smiling at Dillion. “G’day mate, want to give him a scratch? Herc loves a good scratch under his mane. Best way to get him to follow you around like a bad smell.”
I stood to the side and watched Nixx and Dillion both take a side of the horse and begin to massage the pretty horse under his fawn coloured mane. Chuckling when the horse dropped his head and nudged Dillion in the hip as if to say ‘keep going, mate’.
“How are you doin’ today, baby?” Nixx suddenly asked me, my head whipping from looking at my son to Nixx. My eyes were wide in shock hearing him call me the pet name in front of my son, then sucked in a lungful of air when I was met with hooded, piercing blue eyes laced with desire.
Oh, Mother Mary, give me the strength to survive this man.
Quickly peering back at Dillion, I saw his smirk, his cheek sucked in, and mouth pursed, pretending to be taken with the horse and not hearing his mother being called baby. Alec never once used a pet name when speaking to me, not that I could recall. Whereas Nixx seemed to like calling me several different names. Maybe he was trying them on, you know, to see what suits me. Buggered if I knew, this kind of treatment from a man was sadly all too new to me.
Mentally giving myself a shake to concentrate on where I was and not in the past, I pasted a smile on my face before I answered Nixx.
“Fine, got through the lunch hour without any drama. Picked up Dillion from school and now I am here,” I told him, shrugging my shoulders and waving my hands around like the idiot I am.
“I’m glad you are,” Nixx said in a gentle tone, but his eyes heated up as they travelled down my body, taking in my tight jeans that had intentional and very expensive rips at the knees and on the thighs. Today my t-shirt sprouted that I was a diva and deserved the applause of my subjects. It was tighter than I would usually go with, but I had to admit it had been a deliberate choice to wear it here today—the deep V-neck showing a hint of my cleavage without looking tacky in the eyes of my son.
Shuffling my feet in the gravel, uncomfortable and yet pleased with the intense scrutiny from Nixx’s blue eyes, I looked around me and took in the stables and workers bustling in and out of the various buildings.
“We aren’t keeping you from your work, I hope.”
“Nah, I started pretty early this morning, so I could take off when you arrived. I just have to get this