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A flash of lightning cut the sky, illuminating a piece of steel on the ground. I picked up the knife and held it in my hand.
“Yeah, it sucks they got away,” I said. “But they forgot something important.”
27
Heather
I re-read Rogan’s texts approximately fifty gazillion times.
He was actually suggesting that I hook up with Asher or Brady?
Sure, they were sexy. I liked them. I’d been thinking about the threesome they had for the past day.
But for Rogan to outright suggest I hook up with them? That was another ballgame entirely. Men were jealous and possessive. Especially men who were in the Navy Freaking SEALs.
Rogan also said that Asher and Brady both liked me. Sure, I saw the way they looked at me. And, at the risk of sounding immodest, Iwasan attractive young woman. But that didn’t mean theylikedme. It just meant they appreciated the way I looked. Big difference.
And there was another huge leap to them wanting to hook up with me.
That’s when I remembered the porn I had seen on the office PC.
“It wasn’t Rogan after all!” I gasped.
Cora twisted around to look at me. “What?” I was halfway done braiding her hair before bed.
“Oh, nothing, Cora Cat,” I said. She giggled at the nickname and turned back around.
Rogan wasn’t the one who watched the porn in the office. Brady or Asher had watched it, gone to bed, and then Rogan had gone into the office whenever he got home. That’s why he denied it when I texted him.
Brady or Asher was fantasizing about me.
It was probably Brady. He seemed like the kind of guy who would do that. Sharing beers with me after dinner, then sneaking off to the office after I went to bed. I pictured him in the chair, watching the nanny-themed porn while gripping himself with a fist…
I had to admit: it turned me on. I liked being lusted after. I was only human, after all.
I finished braiding Cora’s hair and put all the children to bed. They went down easy tonight. The baseball game we had played outside today had really worn them out. I was starting to think I would be able to get the boys under control after all.
“There’s our favorite nanny,” Brady said as I walked by the man-cave. It was next to the office, and also had a keycode entry since that’s where they kept the bar cart. Brady held up a bottle of mixer. “Want a whiskey sour?”
“I’d love one,” I said. Then I added, “Make it a double.”
Brady whistled at the order, then said, “Yes ma’am. Coming right up.”
I slipped inside with them. A projector mounted from the ceiling was displaying the Lakers game on one wall. Asher was sitting on the couch, a drink already in his hand. He raised it to me in greeting.
Was it you?I wondered as I sat on the couch next to him. “Who’s winning?”
“Lakers are down six,” he said. “But there’s a lot of time left.”
Brady appeared behind the couch and handed me a tall glass filled with liquor. “For the lady.”
“Brady was a bartender in another life,” Asher explained. “He doesn’t have a lot of strengths, but mixing cocktails is one of them.”
“Gee, thanks, pal,” Brady said while dropping onto the couch on the other side of me. He clinked his glass against mine. “Fuck. They’re down by eight?”
“Parker missed a wide open layup,” Asher replied.
Brady grunted. “Lazy fucker.”
