Love On The Frontier (A Bounty Hunter's Tale) Book I

Chapter Fourteen | Señorita

'Do you mind?'

New Mexico 1873

Not long in her search, Lena located a pitcher pump out behind the building of a lumber company. She pumped the handle with all her strength causing water to gush out of its spout. Without wasting anytime, she guzzled down as much water as she could.

"Save some for the rest of us, señorita," Came a voice behind her. Startled, she yelped before turning around.

A man, dark and handsome, stood before her. His skin brown and his curls a glossy black. A few loose ringlets hung charmingly over his temple. The hat he wore hung over his back from the string around his neck. The man wore a Mexican-style-shirt that was white with yellow, orange, and red flowers embroidered on his upper chest. To top it all off, the tan trousers that he wore fit him very well. 

"H-how'd you know that I'm a girl?" No one else thought twice about her gender, being certain that she was a teenage boy.

He smiled, flashing his perfect teeth. This man was so good looking he could almost given Clayton a run for his money.

The man took his time as he unapologetically looked her up and down. "I know a woman's body when I see one." She did not consider her body as womanly, but she greatly appreciated the compliment. 

"You might be the only man to ever think that?" She snorted, embarrassed to admit.

"Oh? I can't believe that," he said, his accent adding fuel to the fire. Butterflies swarmed her stomach, threatening to burst through.

He sauntered up to her, stopping once he was inches from her face. Her heart began to race and the temperature seemed to rapidly rise. Was he going to kiss her? As if she lost control of her body, Lena closed her eyes and tilted her head back awaiting her first ever kiss. However, instead he slowly reached behind her to grab ahold of the water spout. 

"Do you mind?" He charmingly smiled.

"Huh? Oh!" Feeling silly, she promptly stepped out the way. "Sorry." Humiliation consumed her. Why on earth would this stranger kiss her? Maybe she had read too many romance novels.

At that point she should have left, but instead remained there--watching him. Her mouth fell agape as her eyes wondering over his fine physique. Her admiration did not go unnoticed. Once her eyes traveled back up his body they came to meet his. Embarrassing herself yet again, she quickly turned on her heel and hurried off. "Erm...nice meeting you."  

"What is wrong with me?" She muttered to herself. 

As soon as she stepped in an alleyway, a hand wrapped around her wrist. Lena squealed as she was pulled behind a large crate.  

"Leaving so soon, señorita?" 

The man she humiliated herself in front of at the water spout was holding her in his arms. Not expecting such an interaction, Lena was at a loss for wards. 

His eyes loomed over her lips. "¿Cómo te llamas?" He asked, slowly stroking her cheek. If this had been Jimmy, Boone, or some other nightmare of a man, she would scream for help. However, this was the man of her dreams.

Intoxicated by his charm, Lena ignored the fact that he was a complete stranger. He could probably do a lot to her right then and she would not even flinch.

Lena swallowed before she said, "I-I don't understand?"

"What is your name, beautiful?"

"Erm...L-Lena."