Wild Riding Instructor

Three years of arguing in the riding arena. One week of heat. And a thunderstorm nobody can stop anymore.Ben is twenty-six, walked out on his degree in Hamburg and is days away from his final exam at the Kattenbusch estate on the edge of the Lüneburg Heath. The permanent position as a rider that owner Gesine is handing out in September is what he wants more than anything else. Almost anything. Because for three years Johanna Brandes has been correcting his seat: black boots, hair in a knot at the nape of her neck, not a single strand out of place, and a hand that pushes his leg to where it belongs without asking first. And she of all people is writing his assessment by Monday.Ninety-three degrees on the heath, nine hundred hay bales that have to be under a roof by Thursday, and a storm rolling in from the west. When the rain starts drumming on the roof of the old field barn, Ben and Johanna finally stop explaining to each other how it's done.A sizzling enemies-to-lovers short story about a strict woman, a summer full of work and a passion that has been waiting for three years. For adult readers 18+. Fiction between consenting adults.Part 10 of the series "e;Untamed"e;. A complete story in itself.EXCERPT: "e;Halt."e; I halted. Oskar stopped as if he'd only been waiting for the word, and sighed. She stepped up next to my left leg. Close up she smelled of sun cream, of leather and of coffee she'd drunk standing up. (...) Then she put her hand on my calf, without asking, and pushed my leg back. "e;There. That's where that goes. Not up at the girth like a cyclist."e; Her hand stayed where it was. Two seconds, maybe three. "e;You haven't got a seat, Ben,"e; she said, and took her hand away. "e;You've got an opinion."e; "e;That is my seat."e; "e;That's a compromise between you and gravity. In eight days someone from the Chamber of Agriculture will be sitting up there writing it down."e;