Page 31 of Under His Obsession


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“She broke the vacuum, a few dishes, everything she cooks she burns, and she...”

Papers rustle in the background. “She what?”

“I’m not sure you’d believe me if I told you.”

“Now I really need to hear.”

“She wears these French maid uniforms. Hang on, I’ll send you a link of what the outfit looks like.” I do a quick search, find the image on Amazon, grab the link and shoot it off to Tate.

I wait a second. As soon as a low, slow whistle followed by a hoot of laughter comes through the line, I know he’s opened it.

“Lucky you,” Tate says.

“No, not lucky me. You know my rules.”

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“Yeah, fuck the rules, Will. If she’s hot, and I think Granddad said something about your new assistant being a looker, then I’d go for it. What do you have to lose?”

“Right now, I’m losing my mind.”

Tate lets out another roar. “Hey, you never know. She could be the one.”

“Tate, you know—” I stop when, from the kitchen, something hits the floor and smashes.

“What was that?” Tate asks.

“Lunch, I’m guessing.”

“Sounds like things are in bad shape.”

Khloe’s not. Her shape is just perfect. My cock, however...

I lean back in my chair and look out into the hall. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I say, “Maybe I should cut this trip short.”

“Nah, just don’t work so hard. Put your feet up and have some fun for a change.”

“Wait, you called me. Did you need something?”

“Nope, just checking in. Jules is excited about her party, and I’m just making sure her uncle Will is going to be there,” he says, but I have a feeling that’s not entirely true. I never get calls when I’m here in Saint Thomas. Everyone knows I come when I need solitude, and I’d assured Summer I’d be there for Jules’s party. What is this really all about? Before I can ask, Tate says, “So you’ll be there?”

“I’ll be there. If I don’t spontaneously combust first.”

Tate laughs again. “Yeah, you need to get laid, man.”

I’m beginning to believe he might be right.

“While that sounds about right, I haven’t had a chance to check on the resort or the school’s progress yet. I’ve been afraid to leave Khloe alone. She nearly lit the kitchen on fire the other day. I was thinking of getting Bevey to give her a few lessons.”

“You’re good in the kitchen. Maybe you could show her a few things.”

Goddammit, the things I want to show her involve the use of a mattress, not a stove.

“I better go check on her. Can you get Granddad to call me?”

“Will do.”

We say goodbye, and I push from my chair to check on the commotion in the kitchen. I don’t smell smoke, which gives me a measure of relief. I step into the kitchen to find Khloe at the table, writing something in my rule book.

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