Orc Girlfriend: Sonja 1 (special preview)

It all starts at the beginning of August, well, it begins way before that actually. Planning for the pumpkin patch, as well as the corn maze, takes nearly all year to get right. From the end of Halloween until the following September, planning and preparing is vital. 

Your family had been the pumpkin royalty in your town since your great grandfather, it was a tradition passed down to you, as well as the large plot of farm land, when your father passed away. You share the land with your brother, who takes care of the corn maze, while you take care of the pumpkin patch.

After the last frost of spring is when the corn maze is planted. All year your brother works on a design for it, and it is carefully mapped out before planting. After that, preparations for the pumpkin patch are made. Every year, during September and October, is when your family makes the brunt of its money. After that, you rent out the farm for various other events including festivals, weddings, and sometimes the Highland games. 

This year, you’ve planned the biggest corn maze yet, along with the biggest pumpkin patch in your family’s history. To do this, you hired some extra help to make sure nothing was left to chance. The crew you hired was made up mainly of Orcs, you usually hired them at the end of the season when clean up was happening, but this year their extra oomph was needed.

The crew leader was a woman named Sonja, who gave you butterflies every time you spoke to her. For years you had harbored a secret crush on Sonja, but had always chickened out of going beyond the business relationship you had with her.

Sonja must have been at least seven feet tall and was built like an Amazon queen. Her arms and legs were thick with muscle, but it was her rear that caught your attention. It was perfect, the kind of thing you could set your coffee mug on. She kept her long hair tied up, either in a braid or ponytail, but it looked soft to the touch. Pitch black with streaks of white at the temple. Her face often held a surly expression, but only when she was working. Outside of that, she often had a big smile, and her honey eyes light up the room.

To say your crush was small was an understatement, you would marry Sonja in a second if the opportunity arose. Alsa, that opportunity never did, as did the courage it took to ask her out. You chickened out every time. Surely a statuesque beauty like her was already snatched up anyways.

“She’s single,” your brother says one day.

You look up from paperwork and your glasses slide down your nose. “Whose single?”

He poured himself a cup of coffee then leaned against the counter. “The object of your unbridled desire.”

You pout and take off your glasses. “It’s not unbridled...exactly.”

He smirks. “Sure it’s not.”

“How do you know this?” You ask urgently, standing up. “Did you ask her or something?” You then stiffen up, fearing he may have spilled all your beans. “What did you say?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs. “I just heard some of the other guys talking about while working. “They said she’s barely dated at all since she had her kid.”

Sonja was very proud of her daughter, she shared pictures all the time. I had known the father wasn’t in the picture, but I still didn’t know Sonja’s entire deal, per se.

“That still doesn’t mean she’d date me.” You sigh. You bring your hair over your shoulder. “I’m lucky she’s single but that’s probably where my luck ends. She’s probably not bi.”

Your brother shrugs. “All I know is she’s single, so it can’t hurt to ask her on an actual date. Who knows, you may end up being on the biggest streak of luck right now. Considering how well everything else is going.”