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“I’m going to fucking worship you.”
I clench tightly around my fingers, letting my orgasm take me to a place where responsibility and propriety can’t reach me.
As soon as I come down, guilt washes over me, pulling me into a riptide of regret. He’s Isabel’s nanny, for chrissakes. I shouldn’t be imagining his innocent touches as something indecent. I shouldn’t be wishing I was a young twenty-something girl with no responsibilities. And I certainly shouldn’t be objectifying my daughter’s caregiver.
“Fuck me,” I groan and throw my arm across my eyes. Suddenly, I jerk up. “I mean, no, don’t fuck me. That’s not what I’m saying.”
Sheesh, can I just let it go?
Chapter 12
My Fetish is to Feed You
Mae
“I have an ultrasound appointment on Friday. I thought we could go and make a day of it. We can shop for baby furniture.”
It’s an early Wednesday morning. Brad and I are lying in bed. I’m hoping for a quick round two since he fell asleep before helping me finish round one last night.
Hesitating, he scratches his five-o’clock-shadowed chin.“Yeah, sure. What time?”
“At 11:30am.” I run my fingers through his moppy blond hair. “I’m thinking about inviting my mom for a visit.”
“Well, give me a heads-up. I’ll be scarce.”
Chuckling, I smack his chest with the back of my hand. “No way. She’ll insist on seeing Aubry too while she’s in town, and I’m telling them about the baby.” I shudder to think of Aubry’s reaction. Maybe a baby will soften her to me, call off the games that I’m not even playing. “I need you to be there as a buffer in case things get ugly.”
“Your mom’s not staying here, is she?” I detect a note of panic in his tone.
A long sigh leaves my chest. “She might.” I don’t really know, though. My apartment is small. Like, munchkin-cubby-hole small. “She could always stay with Aubry.”
My step-sister has a penthouse in West Loop, compliments of Daddy. I swear she moved here just to antagonize me. She thinks I care that she lives like a queen while I live like a farm-plowing peasant. Joke’s on her because everything I have, I’ve earned. I wouldn’t take shit from her father, which garnered his respect. Something she hates and still punishes me for.
Brad gets up and, much to my disappointment, pulls on his boxers. “I’m going to shower and head out.”
“Oh, okay. I thought you didn’t have anything today. We have enough time for a quickie.” I wag my brows and “accidentally” let the sheet tumble from my shoulders, enticing him with my assets.
“Can’t. I have golf with the guys.” Without a second glance, he kisses me on the head and waltzes into my bathroom, leaving me bare-chested and alone in bed.
Shaking my head, I hope to toss out the memory. I’m not sure why I’m even thinking about it. I didn’t see the rejection for what it was—a forewarning. Brad never made the appointment, so instead of furniture shopping, I went home right after … and found out why he never showed.
My stomach churns. Jumping up from my desk, I vomit into my wastebasket. When I stand up, stars float around my head and the room is spinning. If I believed in immaculate conception, I would’ve thought I was pregnant again. Maybe I’m coming down with the flu.
Ugh, I hope not. It’s the worst possible time to be sick. Not that any other time would work better.
I page my assistant. “Elliot, can you bring me some tea and saltines?” Without thinking, I add, “I would be so very grateful. Thank you.”
“Of course, Ms. Keller.”
Ten minutes later, I’m lying on the floor of my office with my arm over my head. I’m still nauseated, and now I have a migraine. I’m totally winning today. If it didn’t hurt to move my eyes, I’d roll them.
“Ms. Keller?” Elliot stands over me, with a steaming mug and a box of crackers in his hand.
Sitting up, I reach for the mug. The lights are off, but the sun is beaming in through my windows. I have to squint to look at him. “Will you set those on my desk?” I point to the package he’s holding. “Thanks, E. You’re the best.”
Instead of leaving, he just stands there. Or more like shuffles foot to foot.
“Is there anything else?” My tone isn’t as harsh as it usually is. I don’t have the energy for it.
