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“Do I have to paint her nails and braid her hair aswell?”
“If you’re into that shit, go ahead. She might not be too keen on your offer. This might surprise you, but she’s a pretty privateperson.”
I scoff.Yeah right.If you make the decision to be famous, you’re choosing to give your privacy up and giving consent to all of your dirty laundry being aired out to theworld.
“What did you do with her?” Iask.
Dallas is more of a people person than I am. Maybe he’ll have some decent ideas to get me throughthis.
“We watched movies. I read. Find something you have incommon.”
“We have nothing incommon.”
“Stay optimistic. You neverknow.”
He changes the subject by giving me an update on Lucy and then tells me about Maven starting her first day of school. We talk for a good hour before I hang up to get ready for bed. It’s after eleven, and I’m nowhere near tired, but I don’t know what else to do withmyself.
My bedroom is on the main floor and is what I assume the in-law suite. There’s a bathroom, a full kitchenette, and also a space for the computer monitors that show me a view of every camera on theproperty.
I undress, turn on the TV, and slide into the world’s most comfortable bed. My next three hours are spent tossing and turning. Sleep isn’t coming to me tonight. I get up to grab an Ambien from my bag and open a cabinet for aglass.
Shit.
It’sempty.
I check anotherone.
Emptyagain.
I crack open the door and notice all the lights are off. I tiptoe toward the kitchen and make it around the corner at the same time a light flips on and I collide into something … orsomeone.
“Fuck!” a high-pitched voicescreams.
I stumble back to find Stella standing in front of me with her hand settled on her chest as she takes in deepbreaths.
“You scared the living shit out of me,” she says, in-betweenpants.
It looks bad, but I can’t stop myself from sweeping my gaze down her body and appreciating the view she’s giving me. My dick is enjoying it as well. Purple silk shorts small enough to be considered panties stop at the base of her thighs. Lace wraps around the edges, and my hands itch with a need to run my fingers overit.
A matching tank stops above her belly button, showing off the tan of her hips and a blue belly-button ring. She has curves for days that I could explore for even longer. Every trace of makeup is gone. Her hair is in a messy ponytail at the top of her head, a few tendrils sweeping in front of her wideeyes.
My first day on the job, and she’s already trying to killme.
“Shit,” I finally stutter out. “I’m sorry. I thought you’d beasleep.”
She waves off my apology, but I can tell she’s still startled. “No biggie.” She seems to always be on edge like she’s waiting for a killer to barge through the front door with achainsaw.
The room falls silent, and I start to get uncomfortable when her eyes drop down my body, not going any further than my cock. She tilts her head to the side as if she’s studying my junk. I understand why when I glance down to see what the problemis.
I’m not wearing anything but boxerbriefs.
And they’re not regular boxerbriefs.
They’re the ones Dallas gave me as a gag gift lastyear.
The wordsTake Me To Your Beaverare written across mycock.
I clear my throat, and it takes a good second before I gain her attention. She can’t hold back the smirk on her face when she finally looks atme.
