Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 240

Iris

“You want me to ride… that?”

I stare up at Buttercup, who suddenly seems to be the size of a small building. The chestnut mare looks down at me with what I swear is amusement in her big brown eyes.

“Oh, come on,” Arthur laughs, still holding Miles. “She’s the gentlest horse on the ranch.”

“I don’t care if she’s the gentlest horse in the universe,” I say, backing away slowly. “She’s enormous. And she just looked at me

like I was dinner.”

The ranch hand chuckles. “Most first–timers get nervous, ma’am. But I promise you, Buttercup here is practically a pony, and she would never hurt a fly.”

A pony the size of a truck, maybe. I shake my head firmly. “No, I think I’ll just watch you two go. I can take pictures from the

ground.”

“But Mommy, you have to come!” Miles whines. “Come oooon!”

Arthur sets Miles down beside Thunder and approaches me with that damn determined look in his eyes. “Iris,” he says softly.

“Trust me?”

Before I can answer, he’s scooping me up like I weigh nothing. I let out a yelp that’s embarrassingly close to a shriek as he carries

me over to Buttercup.

“Arthur! Put me down right now!” I cry out as I hammer my fists against his back.

“I’m about to,” he says, grinning as he hoists me up and deposits me in the saddle.

I grab onto the saddle horn for dear life, my knuckles turning white with the effort. The ground suddenly seems miles below me,

and the horse shifts beneath me, pawing the stable floor.

“Oh, Goddess,” I whisper. “I’m going to die. I’m actually going to die.”

Miles is doubled over with laughter at the sight of me frozen in terror on the horse’s back, which doesn’t help my dignity one bi

“You’re not going to die,” Arthur assures me as he adjusts my stirrups. “Just relax. Buttercup knows what she’s doing, ever

you don’t.”

“That’s not reassuring!” I hiss, still clinging to the saddle horn.

The ranch hand adjusts my posture, showing me how to hold the reins and where to put my feet. “Just sit up strai

hips, and follow her movements,” he instructs. “It’s like dancing–you’ve got to move with your partner.”