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I’m saved from spilling the real reason I didn’t give him my number by Theo barreling into the kitchen. “What’s taking so long, Daddy?”
Brady looks between Theo and me as though he’s torn on who to give his attention to, but I’m happy to take the out.
“You go ahead. I’ll finish cleaning up.”
He presses his lips together but nods, murmuring, “We’re not done with this conversation though.”
“I think we should be.” I give him a meaningful look.
After a beat, Brady nods, then walks away.
Thank God. Because the only thing worse than having already slept with your boss would be admitting to him that he’s the best sex you’ve ever had and you really, really want to do it again but are trying to be the bigger person.
Eleven
Brady
Afew weeks go by, and I try to bring up our conversation about why Violet wouldn’t give me her number, but she shuts me down each time. She clearly doesn’t want to talk about it, and rather than being some pervy boss trying to force his employee to talk about sex, I let the topic drop.
But it doesn’t mean that I haven’t gone over that night a thousand times in my head, dissecting her every moan and breath, wondering if she was putting on a show for me but wasn’t really feeling it. Could I be that wrong about the connection I thought we had?
Today is the first day of training camp, and though Violet and I have been cordial since our awkward conversation, we haven’t exactly been conversing a lot. In fact, we’ve mostly been avoiding one another unless Theo is around.
Which is why I’m surprised to find her in the kitchen this morning. She knows I get up early too, and Theo isn’t up yet.
“Morning,” she says breezily. “I made you some protein balls and a fruit plate. Figured it’d be a good way to start the first day of training camp.”
Violet looks good this morning. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail and she has a white button-down shirt on with shorts.
But I shouldn’t be noticing her legs at all.
I clear my throat. “Thanks, that’s nice of you, but I normally don’t eat before the first day of camp. I’m too amped up.”
“Oh. Okay, well, I guess Theo can have it when he wakes up.” The corners of her lips tilt down.
“Sorry, I’m just too nervous. It looks really good though.”
She shrugs and pulls open the drawer with the cling wrap. “It’s not a big deal. Honestly.”
Great. As if things weren’t awkward enough with us, now I feel like a total asshole.
Violet covers the plate with cling wrap and sets it aside. “Can I get you anything before I make my own breakfast?”
“No, you go ahead and feed yourself.”
She nods and walks over to the pantry, opens the door, and disappears inside.
I make my way over to the fridge to grab a water but stop when I hear what sounds like grunting and a yelp from the pantry. With a frown, I peek inside to find Violet on her tiptoes, trying to get the large bag of oatmeal from the top shelf. She’s managed to coax it halfway off, and it’s about to tip over and fall. I have visions of the heavy bag falling on her head, so I rush in behind her and grab it.
She stills in front of me, and it takes me a moment to realize that her back is pressed to my chest and my groin is millimeters from brushing against her.
“I didn’t want it to fall on you,” I say by way of explanation.
“Thanks.” Her voice is breathy and reminds me so much of our night together that I have to bite back a moan.
Slowly, I lower the bag into her hands. Once she has a hold of it, we stay in that position, neither of us moving, both of us breathing heavily in the small room.
I should step back.
