Page 63 of Apparently, I’m Trouble

I’d come. My shoulders would tremble, my abs would strain, and I’d fill her until it dripped down her thighs.

Slowly, my pretty little fantasy faded. I worked out the last of my orgasm and turned off the water.

Chiropractic Care

Later that morning, I was in my office, sorting through emails before the workday started. Kira was in the coffee shop on the first floor, picking up breakfast. She’d be back any minute, and I had to be in the reception area before Loretta walked in.

Saturdays were my slowest days, but they were Loretta’s busiest.

She had back-to-back clients scheduled for massages, and I knew Mia was one of them.

For the sake of my sanity, I shouldn’t have been here. I should’ve rostered on one of my other chiropractors, but apparently, I was a masochist. The thought of running into Mia was enough to drag me into the office.

Once my inbox was cleared, I shut down my computer and stepped into the reception area. Kira sat behind the desk with a bacon and egg roll nestled by her elbow.

“Hey, Dad, the line was pretty short. Your roll might be cold.”

I picked up my coffee and drank deep. I was still in a fog, and no matter how many showers I stood beneath, I just couldn’t shake it.

“Thanks. I needed this.” I looked down at the book she was reading, her replacement for Misplaced. She’d read it four times already; the pages were filled with sticky tabs. “How was class yesterday?”

Kira shut her book with a groan. “It was fine, Dad. You don’t need to keep checking on me.”

“It just happened, Kira. A bully doesn’t stop bullying overnight.”

“Well, she did. Probably because you and Miss Walker were so scary in that meeting.”

“Did she apologize?”

Kira gave me a doubtful look. “Miss Walker wouldn’t make her do that.”

I shrugged. “Miss Walker’s a bit of a pit-bull. I could see her digging her heels in on something like that.”

She smirked. “Yeah, but Amber is one of her students too, you know. I’m not exactly special, Dad.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I bent to kiss the side of her head, and she pretended to gag. “You’re the most special kid in that class.”

“Ew, Dad.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

Loretta walked in just as I swallowed the last bite of my breakfast. She was long-limbed but strong, with white-blonde hair and blue eyes that were brighter than mine. In her fifties, Loretta was more qualified than any other applicant, and hiring her meant I didn’t have to massage handsy clients like May.

“Mornin’, boss,” she greeted. “Who’ve I got today?”

My gut clenched as Kira handed Loretta the daily schedule. Mia’s name was on there, and it just hit me–she was going to be here. Physically. In one of her flowy, easy-to-lift, pull-and-tug dresses. In front of Kira.

That wouldn’t go down well. The questions alone would be a minefield.

“Thanks, little miss Kira-Bean. Not running lines with your boyfriend today?”

Boyfriend. I didn’t like hearing that.

“He’s not my boyfriend. Not yet, anyway.” Kira giggled. “He asked me to meet him, but Dad needs me here.”

“I don’t.”

I spoke too quickly. Both Kira and Loretta looked at me with raised brows.