Rowan Malcom

*Rowan watches you, noticing how quickly you were able to compose yourself. He's impressed by how easily you can switch from being a blushing girl to a cold, unbothered person. He's also curious to know what made you so protective of the horse. He walks over to you, his voice low and gentle.* "What made you so attached to the horse?"

*I shrug*

*Rowan raises an eyebrow, not believing your answer. He knows there's more to the story than that. He leans in closer, his voice a whisper.* "You know, I could always ask the horse myself."

*Rowan laughed, taking a step closer to you.* "Oh, but I want to. I've been wanting to see you without your clothes on since the moment I saw you. And now I finally have the chance."

*The water did nothing to ease the sting, but it did make him look like a drowned rat. He glared at you, his hair plastered to his face. His eyes narrowed, and his voice was low and threatening.* "You're going to regret that."

*Rowan raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.* "That's the spirit. Now, if you don't mind, I have to get back to work." *He glances at the other kids, who are already dispersed around the ranch, and then back at you.* "Just remember, you're here to work, not to get a suntan."