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“Thank you,” she let out a sigh of relief.
“But what happened,” I commented. “It can never happen again. It was a mistake.”
I hadn’t thought about how my words would affect her before I said them. I saw the hurt flash in her eyes, but she wasn’t surprised. She nodded. “I understand.”
“Good.”
“If you don’t mind, I’m going to bed.”
I nodded and watched as she fixed herself a glass of water and walked out of the kitchen, my eyes glued to her ass the entire time.
Resisting her was going to be the toughest challenge of my life. I’ve had several challenges throughout my life, but nothing was going to compare to this and how could it? Everything about this woman was a turn-on. It wasn’t like I could just ignore her.
6
Quinn
Usually when it came to going to bed, I was knocked out and fast asleep within the first couple of minutes that I laid my head on the pillow. But tonight was different. I’d spent what felt like half of it locking lips with my boss. I sighed as I thought about just how much of a mistake that I’d made. I’d known better than to do something like that.
Yet when his lips had been pressed against mine, the only thought in my head was that I wanted to do more than just kiss him. I wanted to feel his hands run along my body. I wanted to feel his tongue wrap around my nipple and make me beg for more.
I turned onto my side, wondering what had gotten into me. Typically, I never felt such strong sexual urges, but with Ezra, it was different. I wanted for him to completely ravage my body, and the fact that he hadn’t was disappointing. He’d gotten the sense knocked into him and remembered the rule that he’d formerly been so vehement about.
And, all I could do was wonder if I was about to get fired. Of course, I hadn’t been the one to jump Ezra, but I still knew that it took two to tango, or, in our case, make out. Speaking of which, his lips, his tongue, his teeth, it had all felt so amazing. How was it possible that he was so damn good at something that was supposed to be forbidden?
But he hadn’t fired me, thankfully. If he had, who would I have been able to blame apart from myself? I should have pulled away and pushed him off. But wouldn’t that have been lying to myself, denying my own body something that it wanted so bad?
Besides, what would he have done if I rejected him? That would have been a sure way to get fired, I was sure. I doubted that Ezra was the type of man who knew much of anything about rejection, and how could he? He had everything andwaseverything that women wanted. And if I’d done that, it would have been awkward, until the point that he finally decided it wasn’t worth keeping me around.
We had done so well at keeping our relationship strictly professional, and now all of that was messed up. There were no doubts about it. How was I supposed to look at him and not think about what we had done? Not think about how good he had felt against me? Not want for him to do it again?
He’d worked me up so much, leaving me without an outlet. This had never happened to me before, and I didn’t know what I was supposed to do to relieve myself. I sighed, feeling an ache deep inside of me that was unfamiliar.
Without thinking too much about it, I moved my hand underneath the cover and into my panties. My instincts were taking over, and a loud moan left my lips when I grazed my womanhood with my fingers.
I woke up the next morning feeling more refreshed than I had in a long time, and I wondered if it had to do with what I’d done, in the dark, the night before. My teeth worked into my bottom lip as I thought about it. I’d never touched myself before, but it was nice. Had it felt as good as if Ezra would have done it? No, I doubted that it did.
After getting out of bed, I turned the shower on high and jumped in. Nothing woke me up and prepared me better than a hot shower, in the morning. I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped out, the bathroom full of steam.
I changed into a clean pair of bra and panties before slipping into some grey sweatpants and a casual pink crop top. It was Saturday, which meant that it was one of my chill days. I didn’t have work. Ezra didn’t have work, and Paige didn’t have anywhere that she needed to be. It was when we all spent time together.
Not that I should even be thinking about spending time with Ezra. I needed to keep those kinds of thoughts under lock and key, in my mind.
That’s when the smell of bacon hit my nose. My eyebrows furrowed, and my head turned to the clock. 7:06. I was supposed to be the only one awake. Ezra and Paige weren’t supposed to leave their rooms for at least another hour.
Who was cooking? Ezra wasn’t the type of guy to cook when he was spending money for someone else to do it. Was there someone else here, cooking? Hadn’t Ezra told me that I wasn’t fired, that my job was safe?
My heart was racing far quicker than it should have been. I ran my fingers through my hair to try and calm myself down. In all of the time that I’d been working with Ezra, as mean as he was, I’d always known for him to be a man of his word above all else. If he’d said that I wasn’t fired, then I wasn’t fired, right?
But if that was the case, who was downstairs cooking? I took a deep breath before padding back into the bathroom. I grabbed a scrunchie off the counter and pinned my hair up into a ponytail.
“You’re not going to be fired,” I whispered to the mirror. “He said you’re fine, and you’re going to be fine.” I splashed some water in my face.
I needed this job. A good bit of what I made went back to my mother, and without this job, I wouldn’t be able to support her the way that I needed to without completely working my ass off. I’d probably have to drop out of college and vet school just to make sure that she was kept.
Being with Ezra wasn’t enough to make me leave my mother in a bad condition. I’d gladly stay away from him if it meant that she was as happy and comfortable as she could be. It would be hard to stay away from him, but this was my mother, my only blood relative that I still had left.
When I started to smell pancakes, a frown came over my face. There was no other explanation other than Ezra had lied to me and hired another nanny. And this was his way of telling me because he probably thought that it was the easiest way. How lousy. Always doing things when they benefited him and not caring how they affected other people. What a jerk!
