Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 27

When I woke up, it took me a while to realise that I was no longer in the stables, surrounded by the smell of horse manure and hay. Instead, I was lying on soft cotton sheets. I stretched my arms out and yawn, then pulled back the blanket. 

My eyes widen at my half-naked body. 

Not only had Bradley brought me up from the stables he also took off my clothes, leaving me in panties and bra. 

He did all of that without even waking me.

Strong and gentle. 

I smiled at the thought and shook my head. 

Okay, so he's grown on me, but he still has so much to learn.

I pushed my foot off the bed and stood. I walked over to our shared bathroom and entered. 

The first thing I noticed was how awful my hair looked. I couldn't help but frown at the hideous image of my reflection. 

I sighed and ran my hands through the knots. This is going to be a problem when I get home.

I haven't been using any natural hair products, so my hair was nattier than usual. I'm preparing myself for the damage.

I took off the remaining clothing and entered the shower. I washed my hair then took a needed shower. After my shower, I went to my room and found some sweats to put on. Then I went on my journey to find Bradley.

I exited my bedroom and walked down the hall. It was there I spotted a smiling Hannah. "Good afternoon, Tiffany. Did you enjoy your sleep?" She chucked, "You must have. Brad said you missed lunch."

I smiled at the older lady, "I did. I think the rush and the rain made me a bit exhausted."

She smiled sincerely, "I know. I saw when Brad was bringing you up to the house. You were sleeping like a baby."

I chuckled, "And now I'm starving like a baby too."

"Oh dear, we can't allow that now, can we." She held my elbows gently, "C'mon. Let's go. I'll make you lunch."

I shook my head, "No, it's okay. I can make lunch for myself. You're on your vacation."

She shrugged, "Oh, that doesn't matter. When someone tells me they're hungry and exhausted, my motherly instincts kick in, and I have to feed them." She smiled. "

"But it's okay, really. I'm not that tired."

She pulled me down the stairs. "My son is a tad older than you. He used to tell me that he can make his lunch too on weekends after his soccer practice, but something always went wrong in the kitchen, and I always came to his rescue even though he was trying to be independent. My point is sometimes you have to accept help. I'm not busy right now. I came over to ask Brad and you to join Howard and I for dinner tonight. Brad told me you were fast asleep and exhausted."

She was determined to make lunch for me, and I could tell she wasn't going to back down.

"Won't your husband miss you?"

She shrugged, "Howard went into town to get some things for dinner tonight."

"Well, if you insist."

She grinned, "Of course, I do." She led me to the kitchen and pulled out a stool.  I obediently sat. She smiled and turned to the refrigerator. "So tell me about yourself. "

"Nothing much to tell to be honest. Just a regular New York girl."

She took a few things out of the refrigerator and glanced at me briefly, "You don't look like a regular New York girl,"