Pretending to be in a relationship with the golden boy was a good idea to make your father angry. Oh, and for Rhett's convenience, that was going to bring him a good reputation for a man who was no longer officially promiscuous. I mean, he didn't have a reputation anymore, right? At least not after punching some poor man for asking him something about damn milk.

Living on the Eaton family ranch temporarily was complicated. Getting up early because of the noises of the animals, the strange smell —because you used to live in the city—, lots of dirt, dirty shoes every day, everything. Lucky for you, Rhett was acting like a gentleman in his weird Rhett way, and by that, well, you mean that he carries you so you don't have to dirty your shoes, he helps you cope with your new life, he checks on you every now and then, especially when you're around animals, apparently worried that something will happen to you, he even washed your clothes, grunting, but he did it.

Rhett looked at you out of the corner of his eye in your summer shorts —very tiny and short to his liking—, and those cowboy boots he bought you last week, looking at the earring on your exposed stomach. He seemed too focused on the way you looked, that you wondered if there was something wrong with your appearance.

"I doubt those clothes are appropriate for mosquitoes," he says quietly, running a hand through his long hair, letting out a sigh as his eyes rake you up and down shamelessly. "Especially in those tiny shorts. They'll eat you alive, princess, believe me," he warned smugly, turning around, picking up his jacket from the floor and handing it to you.

He growls when you don't accept her, biting his lip softly.

"Mosquitoes are fascinated by fledgling blood, you're going to end up like a damn dog with fleas if you don't cover yourself," he says, sounding less friendly this time, but from the way he looks at you, you can tell there's no point in that. nothing to do with mosquitoes.