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“So… what time am I supposed to show up?” she asked. “And you’re sure it's okay for me to bring a friend?”
“Absolutely,” I replied. “And be here around six. I mean… You live here. Obviously, you’ll be here. I–”
“You mean be ready by six. Got it.”
What was it about her that made me so damn nervous? It wasn’t that she was beautiful–which she was–and it wasn’t thatshe was particularly intimidating. It must have been the last-minute changes that had me rambling like a fucking idiot.
Haley turned to leave, pulling her phone out of her pocket. Presumably, she was about to text a friend to attend the party with her. I wondered if it would be Max.
I weirdly hoped not.
The afternoon was filled with phone calls to caterers and alcohol distributors, and then I had to go to the gray lounge and make sure it was properly decorated. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust anyone else to do a good job; it was that I wanted to have final approval before anyone else saw work with my name on it.
That wasn’t the same thing… right?
I couldn’t have been more relieved to find out that my typical event planner, the one that I utilized for all resort-related events, was in today and that she had some contacts that were fantastic at coming through with late-hour plans.
“And the florist is absolutely a god with greenery.”
“That’s all fine, Susan, but I need to know when it will be done.”
“Three o’clock,” she said, smiling proudly. “Is that fast enough for you?”
I nodded. “This is why you are the absolute best there is.”
Susan pretended to be embarrassed and waved her hand as if to shoo away my compliment. “You’re too kind, James. Honestly, I’m just happy I can help.”
When I finally got done with arrangements, I texted Haley to find out how dress shopping was going. I realized at some point between the balloon arch and champagne that I hadn’t held up on my end to pay for the dress.
Hope this is sufficient - J
How much did a dress cost? It had been so long since I’d paid any attention to women's fashion that I truly had no idea. I sent her $1500 via Apple Pay and hoped that would be sufficient.
Once that was done, I resolved to take a nap. I didn’t usually subscribe to the concept of adult naps–there was always far too much to do to even consider it. But this afternoon, I was tired, and the kids were with their grandmother, so I decided to indulge.
God, it felt good to hit the pillows. Sometimes I underestimated how much stress I put myself under, always telling myselfnext yearI would take it easy. I silently patted myself on the back now for relaxing, as if this made up for the six months this year I’d already worked without a day off.
I undid my tie from where I lay, pulling it off and tossing it across the room. I’d have to shower and change after this anyway. Then I turned over onto my side and took a deep breath, trying to calm my mind for sleep.
Only another thought got there first.
Haley in a low-cut dress.
As hard as I might, I could not make my brain stop playing the image over and over again, one I hadn’t even seen—only imagined.
I pictured her toned body in something red. Something that clung to those delicious curves.
No… no… bad James. Do not be such a cliché.Wanting to fuck the nanny was hardly an original concept.
All the same, I tugged my belt open and unzipped my dress slacks, running my hand down my stomach and beneath the waistband of my trousers. I was stiff as a board already.
Because the truth was, as much as I hated to admit it, I’d wanted Haley since the first day I met her. She was strong, beautiful, smart, and an Olympic contender, for fuck’s sake. But she also didn’t take my crap, which I respected.
Respected enough to now reduce her to the most primitive form of who she was and make her into material for my “spank bank.”
I would have been disgusted with myself if it wasn’t for the fact that I was so horny at this point I was seeing double.
I wrapped my hand tightly around my hardened shaft and stroked it, my legs trembling as I did. Outside of the encounter with the rich baby daddy chaser, I hadn’t been coming.
