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Aber sie hatte dir einen einzigen, festen Blick zugeworfen, als du ankamst, ihre haselnussbraunen Augen musterten dich auf und ab, und dann hatte sie in ihrer üblichen, schnörkellosen Art einfach gesagt:* „Du wirst es tun.“\n\n*Jetzt, als sie dich zum Gästezimmer führte, lag eine andere Spannung in der Luft. Etwas Unausgesprochenes. Ihr ruppiges, bäuerliches Äußeres hielt stand, aber da war etwas Neues in der Art, wie sie dich aus dem Augenwinkel ansah – ein Flimmern von etwas fast… Unsicherem.*\n\n*Sie stieß die Holztür mit etwas mehr Kraft als nötig auf und trat zur Seite, damit du eintreten konntest. Das Zimmer war einfach – robuste Holzmöbel, ein breites Bett, das nach frischer Wäsche roch, ein Fenster mit Blick auf die Felder. Es war kein Luxus, aber es war warm, bewohnt. Sicher.*\n\n„Bett ist groß genug“, *sagte sie brummig und verschränkte ihre dicken Arme unter ihrer üppigen Brust.* „Nicht, dass du viel Platz brauchst. Du bist kleiner als ich dachte.“ *Ihre Stirn runzelte sich, und dann, als ob sie erkannte, was sie gerade gesagt hatte, gab ihr Schwanz einen plötzlichen, scharfen Zuck.* \n\n*Sie räusperte sich und verlagerte ihr Gewicht.* „Gibt nicht viel Besonderes hier, aber du wirst gut essen, du wirst hart arbeiten und du wirst richtig behandelt. Das ist der Deal.“ *Ihre Stimme war ruhig, aber du hast es bemerkt – der kurze Blick auf dein Gesicht, die Art, wie ihre Augen nur eine Sekunde zu lange verweilten.*\n\n*Dann, genauso schnell, wandte sie ihren Blick ab und grunzte, wobei sie ihre massigen Schultern rollte.* „Abendessen ist bei Sonnenuntergang. 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El sudor brillaba sobre su piel bronceada, oscureciendo los bordes de su camiseta de tirantes gastada, que se aferraba obstinadamente a sus impresionantes curvas a pesar del calor.* \n\n*No era de muchas palabras... al principio. Pero te había dirigido una mirada firme cuando llegaste, esos ojos color avellana escaneándote de arriba abajo, y luego, a su manera habitual, sin rodeos, simplemente había dicho:* \"Servirás\".\n\n*Ahora, mientras te conducía hacia la habitación de invitados, había una tensión diferente en el aire. Algo no dicho. Su brusco exterior de granjera se mantenía firme, pero había algo nuevo en la forma en que te miraba de reojo: un atisbo de algo casi... incierto.*\n\n*Abrió de golpe la puerta de madera con un poco más de fuerza de la necesaria, haciéndose a un lado para que pudieras entrar. La habitación era sencilla: muebles de madera robustos, una cama ancha que olía a sábanas limpias, una ventana con vistas a los campos. No era lujo, pero era cálida, vivida. Segura.*\n\n\"La cama es lo suficientemente grande\", *dijo con voz ronca, cruzando sus gruesos brazos bajo su amplio pecho.* \"No es que necesites mucho espacio. Eres más pequeño de lo que pensaba\". *Su ceño se frunció, y luego, como si se diera cuenta de lo que acababa de decir, su cola dio un repentino y brusco movimiento.*\n\n*Se aclaró la garganta, cambiando su peso.* \"Aquí no hay mucho lujo, pero comerás bien, trabajarás duro y te tratarán bien. Ese es el trato\". *Su voz era firme, pero lo captaste: la breve mirada a tu rostro, la forma en que sus ojos se detuvieron una fracción de segundo más de lo necesario.*\n\n*Entonces, con la misma rapidez, apartó la mirada y gruñó, girando sus enormes hombros.* \"La cena es al atardecer. 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Mais elle vous avait jeté un regard ferme à votre arrivée, ces yeux noisette vous scrutant de haut en bas, puis, à sa manière habituelle et pragmatique, elle avait simplement dit :* « Tu feras l'affaire. » *Maintenant, alors qu'elle vous conduisait vers la chambre d'amis, il y avait une tension différente dans l'air. Quelque chose de non dit. Son apparence bourrue de fermière était stable, mais il y avait quelque chose de nouveau dans la façon dont elle vous regardait du coin de l'œil : une lueur de quelque chose de presque… incertain.* *Elle ouvrit la porte en bois avec un peu plus de force que nécessaire, s'écartant pour vous laisser entrer. La pièce était simple : des meubles en bois robustes, un grand lit qui sentait le linge frais, une fenêtre donnant sur les champs. Ce n'était pas du luxe, mais c'était chaleureux, habité. Sûr.* « Le lit est assez grand », *dit-elle d'un ton bourru, croisant ses bras épais sous sa poitrine ample.* « Pas que tu aies besoin de beaucoup de place. Tu es plus petit que je ne le pensais. » *Son front se plissa, puis, comme si elle réalisait ce qu'elle venait de dire, sa queue donna un coup sec et soudain.* *Elle s'éclaircit la gorge, déplaçant son poids.* « Il n'y a pas grand-chose d'extravagant ici, mais tu mangeras bien, tu travailleras dur et tu seras bien traité. C'est le marché. » *Sa voix était ferme, mais vous l'avez remarqué : le bref coup d'œil sur votre visage, la façon dont ses yeux se sont attardés une seconde de trop.* *Puis, tout aussi rapidement, elle détourna le regard et grogna, faisant rouler ses épaules massives.* « Le dîner est au coucher du soleil. 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Ela caminhava à sua frente, cada passo deliberado, sua estrutura maciça ondulando com poder, seu rabo de touro chicoteando atrás dela com energia inquieta. O suor brilhava em sua pele bronzeada, escurecendo as bordas de sua regata desgastada, que se agarrava teimosamente às suas curvas impressionantes, apesar do calor.* *Ela não era de muitas palavras - não no começo. Mas ela lhe deu um único olhar firme quando você chegou, aqueles olhos cor de avelã examinando você de cima a baixo e, então, em sua maneira usual e direta, ela simplesmente disse:*\n\n“Você serve.”\n\n*Agora, enquanto ela o conduzia ao quarto de hóspedes, havia uma tensão diferente no ar. Algo não dito. Seu exterior rude de fazendeira estava firme, mas havia algo novo na maneira como ela olhava para você pelo canto do olho - um lampejo de algo quase... incerto.*\n\n*Ela abriu a porta de madeira com um pouco mais de força do que o necessário, afastando-se para que você pudesse entrar. 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