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Too irritated to continue, I left the date early and high-tailed it home. Honestly, I should’ve never gone on this date to begin with. I only agreed because the others said I should give it a chance. Though True was the real convincing factor. It’s hard to say no to her when she asks for anything. Especially if she calls me sir.
That woman has been slowly getting more and more under my skin since she started working for me. And witnessing how great she is with Coop and how much he adores her has made it impossible to imagine having anyone else care for my son.
Which is probably not a good thing. I want a mother for Coop, but that can’t be True. Yet, the thought of one day not needing her anymore to help care for him puts a pit in my stomach. But there’s no avoiding it. One day I’ll meet someone, or she’ll meet someone and her job will be done. The heartbreak Coop will feel when she eventually leaves is going to wreck him. But it’s not like I can have her. She’s my nanny. That’s it. No matter how gorgeous and funny I think she is. No matter how amazingly she takes care of my son. That’s all she can ever be.
I don’t know why, but that thought just worsens my already bad mood.
When I get home, I call out to see if anyone is there. I knew Clay was preparing for his gallery event and Bellamy would be at the club, but as far as I knew, True had no plans.
When I don’t get an answer, I assume she’s just gone out and head to my room. I’m halfway through getting off my shoes and unbuttoning my shirt when I hear a noise coming from my bathroom.
“True?” I say her name again but hear no reply. Getting up, I slowly stalk to the bathroom door and see that it’s cracked open, and the light is on. I push it open and step inside.
That’s when everything becomes confusing. One second I’m seeing True bathing in my tub and her eyes closed, the next I’m in the tub and a very shocked looking True is standing next to the wall in only a towel and her hand over her mouth.
“True? What was I doing in the tub and why are you in here?” I ask her, not understanding how I got in here. I’m getting flashes of images, but they’re not fully formed or making sense.
“Uhhh…” she hums, looking in every direction but at me when I peek at her. I’m doing my best to keep my eyes on her face, but it’s proving difficult when she looks as good as she does in just a towel.
“I was using your tub because the other one broke and you came in. You scared me, so I jumped out screaming, which then scared you, and then you just went slipping and sliding all the way in!”
I rub my head, which is starting to ache a bit. “I did?” I don’t remember any of that. Maybe I hit my head on the way down.
“Uh yep. That’s what happened,” she replies quickly. “So I’m just gonna go get dressed and make us some coffee.” Before I can say anything, she rushes from the bathroom, leaving me alone to scratch my head at all of it.
I’m not too sure how I slid from the doorway to the tub, but I guess it makes sense. I feel like I’m missing something, though. This night is just a mess. Shrugging it off, I go back to my room and change out of my wet clothes, still mulling everything over as I do. After I’m dressed, I meet True in the kitchen, where she’s got the Keurig going and is now dressed in silky pink pajama shorts and a matching silk, short-sleeve button-down.
I can’t stop myself from picturing her back in that towel, though, and part of me is imagining her naked in my tub. It’s an excruciatingly exciting image that makes me have to adjust myself before facing her.
“So how was the date?” True immediately asks when she notices me. Her words are fast, like she’s nervous about something. Maybe she thinks I’m upset she used my tub.
“True, it’s fine. I know the other tub is broken, so I don’t mind you using mine,” I reassure her, taking the mug of coffee when she offers it up to me.
“I appreciate that, but I think I’ll just stick to showers from now on,” her reply is quick and she doesn’t seem any less nervous.
“Are you okay? Something happen?”
“No! Everything is fine! I’m just antsy to hear about your date.” I’m not convinced, but decide to drop it.
“It was a disaster. She doesn’t even know her own kid. She’s not good enough for Coop if she has no time for her own kid. Maybe I should just stop trying,” I tell her, feeling a bit more open to her than usual.
“I don’t think that’s the answer. I’m sorry it didn’t go well, but you’re a great guy and you and Coop both deserve someone special. She’s out there,” she tells me confidently, a bright grin aimed my way.
Or maybe she’s here already, and I can’t have her.The thought invaded my mind so abruptly, I almost staggered. What is wrong with me?
“Thank you, True. For that and for being so good to Coop. I don’t think I’ve told you that before.”
Her smile softens. “It’s my pleasure.” When she says the word pleasure, I’m hit with yet another image of her in my tub, her head tilted back and a look of ecstasy on her face as she moves her hand between her legs beneath the water.
I shake the image away quickly and clear my throat as I set down the coffee. “You know, on second thought, I think I’ll skip the coffee and just go get some sleep. It’s been a long night.” Long doesn’t even begin to explain the weird shit going on in my head right now.
“Of course. Sleep well, Milo,” she says, taking the mug and walking off toward the living room with it.
I grab a few pills for my headache and go quickly back to my room, hoping that whatever is wrong with me will be fixed with a little shut-eye.
Except, that night, I dream of a certain red-haired woman pleasuring herself in my tub before throwing her up against a wall and having my way with her.
Again, what the hell is wrong with me?
