Plus, I’d have these cabins sparkling in no time, and, oh, God, I’m doing it again, aren’t I? I’m sorry, I-” I close my eyes and clamp my mouth shut, balling my hands into fists at my sides and forcing myself to take a deep breath. I’m not sure how useful the last one would be but it’s a skill and I’d still include it on my resume. Okay, no one calls me that but wouldn’t it be cool to be part cyborg? To have bionic legs and arms and hearing? I could crush metal in my bare hands and run at sixty miles per hour and hear a pin drop in the next state. “Yeah, they don’t call me ‘The Bionic Woman’ for nothing. Who needs the gym when I can hone every muscle in my body with daily scrubbing, mopping, and hefting a forty-pound cleaning cart between my fifteen allocated cabins?” I flex a bicep to prove my point. Footloose came on my playlist and I couldn’t help myself and had to dance but please don’t report me because I need this job to pay my rent. You’re not going to report me, are you? Is that why you asked for my name? I truly am sorry I kicked you in the plums but I swear it was an accident. I have trouble concentrating and tend to act impulsively but… wait a minute. “Do you always use three words when one would suffice?” “What’s your name,” he asks, taking a step closer. Like a mountain maid, I guess.” I grin, waving my arm to indicate the mountains surrounding us. “Huh?” I mumble, realizing he’s asked me a question. Secondary Insurance: Everything You Need to KnowĪ sudden, stark image pops into my head of him kissing me all over my naked body with that sinful mouth while he thrusts…

Mountain Maid by Violet Rae