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vigorliTitle: Wife wanted
Author: Ireth06
Pairing: VM/OB – VM/Christine implied
Warnings: AU, slash!!
Rating: NC17 eventually.
Disclaimer: The story is mine, don’t own the characters.
Author’s note: This is my first fic......no killing, but constructive criticism is always welcome!
Unbeta’d as of yet
CHAPTER 1
Viggo sighed….How did he get into this extremely embarrassing and painful situation? What are friends for. He sighed again as he thought back on the conversation.
“It will be fun, Viggo” his best friend, Sean, had said. “And you will finally be able to meet a woman, marry and start having the kids that can help on the ranch and take over when you’re old and grey!” Sean had teasingly continued. “And it’s only for 8 weeks. Eight weeks in which you have some extra pair of hands to get all the work done. Have some fun, mate! Socialize! I only did it to help you along a bit. You’re stuck with these horses, twenty-four/ seven. You’ve been a hermit ever since Chris left and divorced you about 10 years ago.”
“If it’s so much fun, why didn’t you send in your name?” He had asked. But Sean had laughed and said he spend his life on his ranch with four pretty girls and that was more than enough. A camera crew of three was not going to make his wife agree. He was right, Viggo had thought, the part about his wife that was. Sean already had one, he himself was the one that was still single after.. she had left........he sighed again.
So Sean had decided he needed a wife. He had send in Viggo’s name as a contestant of sorts in a television show. Of all the people actually wanting to be in this show they had picked the only one who didn’t want to be part of it. His name had come up as the winner. And Viggo really didn’t want to be in it. He confronted Sean with it in
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So now, after some weeks of teasing and nervous anticipation, he sat on his back porch with a scotch, trying to cope with this disaster. And trying not to think of suicide disguised as an accident in any way or form.
There were eight girls sleeping in the bunks where normally his summer hands slept. Or well, they were supposed to be sleeping, but up to now he had only heard shrieks of disgust, and a lot of bitching. What did they think, that he was running a luxury spa? They were on a ranch for fuck’s sake! He had a shower installed for the summer-hands and the linen and blankets were clean, what else did they want? And they had started bitching and drawing up their perfect little noses way before they arrived here........
The day had started out so well. Sunny, after four days of rain, as he drove down the muddy roads towards the small town and the bus station twenty some-thing miles away from his ranch. He had asked Joe, his foreman, to come with him with another pick-up truck to be able to take all the luggage as well as the eleven ‘guests’ back to his place.
The bus was late, as always, so he went over to
The rest he remembered only too well.....
He drank his coffee when it was still hot and it had made him feel a bit better. He left some coins on the table, waved his hand to
Oh, the girls were pretty alright. In fact they all looked like fucking models! He didn’t think they’d ever been on a ranch, let alone done any ranch work or any work at all for that matter. This was not what he needed....and he wasn’t even sure he needed a wife any way, but if he did he needed someone who could work beside him and not break into a whine every time a nail broke or dirt splattered on their clothes. He was the type of man who thought love had a lot to do with marriage, call him old-fashioned, call him romantic, but that was just the way it was. He wasn’t going to back out of it though, he would get through these 8 weeks, and think of some way to get back at Sean for pushing him into this mess. Yeah, Sean was doomed!
He pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning against and strolled to the chattering, bitching group of pretties. A man with straight dark hair walked up to him with his hand held out and said: “Mr Mortensen, it’s good to see you again”
“Mr Parker right?” he said while pushing his hat on the back of his head and returning the handshake.
“You can call me Craig, remember” The man said and immediately turning, he pointed to two other men standing behind him. “And that is Seth and Oliver, they will be working the camera’s, the lights and everything else we need. It’s good to meet you again, and when
There was a big pile of suitcases boxes and bags gathered next to the bus. But his gaze was fixed on a young man, hauling some bags in the direction of Joe’s pickup. He was tall and slender, wearing jeans and a bright yellow t-shirt. And even from a distance he looked sexy as all hell.
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Immediately there was a scream from Seth: ”Hey, watch out with that, man! It’s expensive stuff you’re throwing around there! If it’s broken it comes out of your pay!”
“Yeah, yeah”, he muttered again and tried to shake the mud of his shoes, “A little help here would be nice....but noooooo, they can’t be bothered......that’s what they pay me for.....well they’d better!”
He kept grumbling and muttering while lifting the clumsy package from the ground when suddenly the box was taken from his hands. He looked up into the most amazing grey eyes he had ever seen. Before he could say anything, the man walked to the truck and shoved the box towards Joe who gave everything its place in the back of the battered pick-up.
Viggo turned to his guests. “This is not the way we do things around here, ladies and gentlemen. Slavery was abolished a long time ago, so if everyone picks up his own stuff,
we will be able to leave that much sooner.”
Craig and his crew turned a lovely shade of red and started helping to load the pick-up. The girls looked shocked and didn’t move at all.
“Come on ladies, you might as well get used to it because I most certainly am not gonna help, get your stuff over here and then you can climb in the back of that pick-up over there, and we’ll be off.” Viggo said while he turned on
“You okay?” Was all he managed.
“Yeah, it’s just a bit of mud”, the young man declared as if in a daze, tearing his eyes away from the man’s chiselled features, looking down at his trainers.
Right then they were engulfed by indignant chattering. The girls had gone from shock to
outrage at the mere thought of carrying their own stuff.
“Who does he think he is?”
“Yeah, we’ll tell his boss, he was really rude!”
“I could break a nail”
“I don’t do physical labour”
“We will get all sweaty and dirty”
“I will not get in the back of that truck, have you seen how dirty it is?”
Viggo just put his hand up and the voices stopped. He looked at them one by one with menacing eyes. “Anyone who will not pick up his or her own stuff will walk the twenty miles back to Mort’s place ....with their luggage... high heels or not! And anyone not getting into my dirty truck will face the same fate! Now....what will it be?”
Since there was no alternative but to do as the man said, they all started to load the truck.
“I think you’ve done your share, don’t you? Why don’t I get you some paper towels from inside so we can see if we can get some of that mud off?”
“Viggo, the name is Viggo.” He said while extending his hand.
“
After shaking hands Viggo walked inside and came out a little later with a handful of paper-towels. “Sit down here” He pointed to a bench that was placed alongside the wall of the bus stop. After
“I think you better take care of them, I’m old enough to clean my own shoes.”
Saying it, it sounded a bit like he was pissed off, which he was not, but he was a little irritated from the long trip and all the work everyone in the group had made him do....alone. He smiled to take the sting out of his words, when he looked up into those grey eyes.
Viggo didn’t seem to notice though and walked over to where the girls were moaning and sighing while moving their stuff. He was glad everybody was too busy to look at him and notice his arousal. He took out a cigarette and lighted it, happy when the smoke hit his lungs. Then he got into the truck, adjusted his jeans and waited for his passengers. It was going to be a long drive back home.
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The drive back had been awkward at best with the silence in the front seat and the raging girls in the back, screaming bloody murder everytime the truck hit a hole in the road or mud splashed over the side of the truck. From their angry conversation he deduced that they didn’t realise he was the man they were there for, and somehow he liked the idea. He would play along as far as it would go. Like Sean had suggested, he would have some fun. Although Sean was still Doomed!!!
When they arrived at the ranch the girls were pissed off but quiet, but after showing them the sleeping arrangements, they found their tongues again. They were not sleeping in some sort of barn on bunks and they were certainly not sharing one shower with the eight of them.
“Nine” came Viggo’s voice. The girls fell silent, looked at each other and then back at Viggo. He had made a head count while driving and came to the conclusion that he might have a problem. They had told him there would be eleven people coming, eight girls and three crewmembers, not four. He had more then enough beds to accommodate them all, the problem was that one of the guys would have to bunk with the girls, as he had only three beds in the foreman’s quarters.
He almost didn’t make it out of the bunkhouse alive after he explained the situation. The girls were adamant. They wouldn’t budge. No man in their sleeping quarters. One of the guys would have to rough it and sleep in the yard for all they cared. Which, by the way, they didn’t. And he could shower somewhere else too. Or not. Again, as if they cared.
He would have to talk to the guys, who had already left for their room, so they could come up with some solution. He walked around the corner and bumped into someone hard enough to cause that person to fall back on his backside.
“Ooow!”
Viggo pulled him to his feet and arched one eyebrow.
“And why would that be?” Although he probably knew exactly what this was all about.
Viggo smiled and scratched behind his ear. He thought he might have the solution to that problem. And get back at Sean as well. “I just thought of the perfect place for you. Come on I’ll show you”. He couldn’t help but notice that
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Date: 2008-01-04 09:42 pm (UTC)I will update chapter 2 in a minute or so! Then every tuesday and friday!
Thanks for commenting, it means a lot!
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Date: 2008-01-04 07:03 pm (UTC)Orli is so cute. Of course Viggo is attracted to him. I look forward to seeing these two fall for each other.
continue soon!
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Date: 2008-01-04 09:54 pm (UTC)More coming up!
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Date: 2008-01-05 03:20 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-01-07 06:31 am (UTC)Just off to read chapter 2 now!
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Date: 2008-01-07 05:41 pm (UTC)Thanks! :)
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Date: 2008-01-28 10:07 pm (UTC)LauraLynn suggested reading this and I'm glad she did.
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Date: 2008-01-28 10:16 pm (UTC)Thanks for your kind words and thanks for giving this a try!
I hope you like! I posted 8 chapters so far ... #9 coming up tomorrow.
The other chapters are in my memories.