Kelly
In bed and staring at the ceiling, I’ve had a tough night since Owen brought me back. Something just isn’t settling in my gut at the moment. Trying to put pieces together at the moment isn’t doing the trick.
There are a multitude of pieces.
My job as an investigator.
How I feel about Trent.
How I feel about Owen.
Not to mention my feelings on all of it.
Sighing heavily, I sit up and wrap my arms around my knees. Resting my chin on top, I begin rocking back and forth, eliciting some form of comfort. Agg! It’s no use and I give up flopping back onto the pillow. As I do that, I whack my head on the board and cry out.
Rubbing the forming knot on my skull, I wince every time I touch it. Serves me right for doing what I’ve been doing the last two days. Maybe the bump on my head will place my priorities straight.
I lay back down, easily this time, and begin unraveling the past two days.
I came here to investigate a report of sabotage of this ranch but became distracted by the two handsome ranchers I’d be working for. Why can’t a girl have a little fun? She can, but not with an investigation. Big red flags began to wave in my mind.
Don’t do it, a voice screams from somewhere inside my head. Rolling onto my back, I take a deep breath and look at the words plastered across my mind in blinking yellow words.
Can you say, Conflict of Interest? I shake my head and close my eyes to the possibility that someone from the department saw me out with Trent. It’s not like the department knew what he looks like. Guilt yells at me from deep inside.
And still the bells ring loudly in my ears. I’ve never been one to stray from my own rules, let alone ones from the position that I have. Department rules. Set for everyone’s safety, to include my own.
So, I’ve been investigating, but if I’m one hundred percent honest right now, not all of it was investigation. Unless one can include the interrogation of genitalia. I smile but it’s quickly replaced by an image of the chief yelling at me, possibly suspending me.
My mind retraces the events of my date with Trent. It was exhilarating to fuck him in his truck and despite our muscled frames, we managed to be flexible enough to maneuver in the front seat. I try to wipe the smile from my face after teasing myself with the memory.
Fucking stop already, Kelly! You’re barking up the wrong tree on this one. IF you value your position and accolades, this has to stop now.
Only guilt speaks to me. Not just about the rules of the job, but the rules of friendship. Both Trent and Owen speak to each other’s presence in their lives and the character of themselves. I feel bad for two reasons on this one:
One, I feel like I used the dates to get more information and a side note, sex for me.
And two, It seems like I could be the one to derail this long-lived relationship between the two of them. Much more than fields and machinery would be destroyed. Seeing how they take up for each other, defending the other through and through, I’d hate myself if I destroyed that for them.
No matter how you explain it, it comes down to one thing. My own selfish desires. And yet, another voice heads in the opposite direction. Although I’ve got some hunches about some people, I don’t have enough evidence to support my gut feeling. And there’s the motive. I don’t have that either.
Besides, absolutely nothing has happened since I’ve been here, aside from the state of the crops the day I arrived. Both Owen and Trent seem too relaxed around me, therefore dismissing my suspicion of them.
Dragging my sorry ass out from under the covers, I pull on a robe and head to the kitchen to make some coffee. Leaning against the counter, I peel a fresh banana and eat small pieces of it. It reminds me of the night out with Trent.
Shoving the dirty, but pleasant thought from my mind, I pour a hot cup of coffee and take a seat at the table. It’s littered with notes and pictures, and my laptop sits open, but blank in front of me.
If I could write a story right now, I could do it. But piecing together the little information that I’ve uncovered, leaves me staring at the blank monitor and sipping the hot coffee. I think I’m losing it.
My touch on investigation, that is.
My mind drifts to Owen and the romantic dinner under the stars and then him dominating me in the bedroom. It’s such a turn on. In fact, my pussy wants another chance at accepting a directive from his penis.
I set the coffee down and run my hands through my hair. The bump sustained earlier from the headboard hurts when I run my hand over it. Oh, god! What am I going to do about these rising emotions inside of me?
It’s like a dragon has been awakened from his deep slumber and is looking around to devour whatever town is close.
Alright, enough of my guilt deriding me this morning. I pick up my notes and begin going over them, looking for any connection, something to follow up on. Tapping the laptop, it jolts to life, whirring and awaiting my hands on the keys.
I begin typing in my findings to the department but then I see something that definitely needs to be followed up. Continuing to type my notes into the laptop, I drink down my coffee. Sensing the feeling that I’m back on top of my game, A flood of relief washes over me.
That is until I see one of the guys. Then other feelings will rise to the top.