Page 29 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf
“You afraid of messing up your nails?” Grams had a sly expression that probably didn’t bode well, but Athena accepted the challenge.
“What do you need?”
Apparently, Athena needed to pass some kind of test, which was why Derek found her mucking out the pig pen.
Chapter 8
“Fuck me.Why didn’t you tell Grams to fuck off?” Derek exclaimed when he saw his pretty Athena sweaty from shoveling shit. He knew Grams was behind it because no one ever volunteered to do it. Pig shit stank.
“Bah. It’s just poop. No biggie,” Athena huffed as she finished the last of the shoveling and began laying fresh hay on the dirt.
“It’s usually my job, and she knew I would get to it once I finished helping Gramps hang the buck,” he growled.
“Then I guess I saved you some work.” She climbed over the fence to stand by him. “You seem to forget I’m not some fragile damsel incapable of work. I was raised on a farm, remember?”
“You’re a guest.”
“Who might be bringing trouble to your family’s doorstep. Least I can do is be useful.”
“You’re being too nice.” His dark expression didn’t detract from his handsomeness. Although she did prefer his smiles.
“I don’t mind. After being cooped up for a month, it’s nice to get some real exercise.”
“I can’t believe they had you for that long.” What he wouldn’t do to get his hands on the sick fucks who took her.
“It took me a bit before I figured out a way to escape.”
“How did you get out?”
“Pretended I was going to bang a guard. Stole his access codes instead and bolted.”
A pretend seduction explained why she was naked when they met. “Glad you found a way.”
“So what’s next on the chore list?”
“You can sit your ass down while I handle the chimney. It needs some bricks reset, and Grams doesn’t want Gramps up on the ladder.”
“I’ll give you a hand.”
“You good with heights?”
“I’m good at all kinds of things,” she purred.
Instant erection. He still remembered the taste of her and wanted nothing more than to get back between those thighs. “Wouldn’t mind a spotter. We’ll grab the stuff from the shed then go at it.”
As they walked across the yard, she queried, “Aren’t you tired? You never got to sleep after your work shift.”
“I got a bit of a nap in the bus and in the blind while Gramps watched. I’m also used to working odd hours. Sometimes, I’ll be just getting home when I get a call about a fire. So long as I’m moving, I’ll be fine. But the moment I sit my ass in a comfy chair, expect snoring.”
“I can fix the bricks if you need a snooze.”
“And have Grams give me hell for letting my girlfriend do my task? Oh, hell no.”
“Girlfriend?”
The word had slipped out, so he offered a cover. “Calling you my girlfriend might keep Grams from going too hard at you.”
“Seems to me she’ll be more likely to test my limits to make sure I’m good enough for you.”