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“What are you going to do?”
I don’t know yet. I just know that I need to get away before I do something stupid. Like drag Megan to my bedroom and strip her naked on my bed. She didn’t come here for a fuck.
Although I am feeling selfish for hoping that she did.
Chapter 8
Megan
IwatchJoeltakethe stairs two at a time, looking like he wants to get away from me. That hurts a little, but I can’t blame him for his reaction. He is probably angry at Anna and doesn’t want to start ranting about her in front of me.
Not that I’d care. I would probably join him in doing that.
I want to sleep, hide away, but I’m feeling too antsy to do it. Everything feels twitchy, and I can’t stop shuffling from foot to foot.
That bitch thought she could do something so sick at her engagement party and think it was okay. I shudder to think what she’s going to do at the wedding. If she hadn’t paid me for my work, I wouldn’t have anything to do with it at all.
Finding out what she planned to do to me has solidified my decision to not go. Visiting Mom is definitely a better option.
Shooting a quick text to Clark to make sure he doesn’t worry about me, I start exploring the house. I’ve been inside a few times, but I’ve not properly explored it all. Joel has a lovely house on the outskirts of the city, and it seems to sprawl everywhere. To me, it was far too big for one person. Natalie said this was the family home until her mother screwed that up and left, followed by Anna and Natalie as they went off to college.
If it were me and my children had left home, I would’ve downsized. Then again, given how gorgeous the house is, I don’t blame Joel for holding onto it.
I take my time going through the rooms, marveling at how beautiful the decor is and how tasteful the furnishings are. Not something I would have expected from Joel. How have I not seen any of this before? It feels odd that I’ve not really paid attention.
But I was always here for work, not for pleasure. Although, this is hardly called pleasure, given the situation.
After going through each of the rooms downstairs, I finally get ready to go upstairs. Then I realize what I’m doing and I have to slump onto the stairs to take a moment. God, I’m making this feel like we’re about to have sex with Joel for the first time. He’s just allowing me to have somewhere quiet to lay low for the night, nothing more.
It’s not happening. Just lock yourself in one of the rooms and try to forget about the hot older man only a few inches away.
That’s going to be interesting.
Anna had fucked with my head more than she anticipated. Now all I can think about is Joel naked. Did he sleep naked?
I need to stop.
Gathering up my bag, I go upstairs, pausing at the top. Did he say his bedroom was on the left or the right? I’m sure he said left, but-
I’m too tired to think about it, and I enter the bedroom on the right. It’s then that I hear the shower going in the adjoining bathroom, and there are clothes on the floor.
Crap. This is Joel’s room. I should leave before he comes in and finds me.
But instead of going to the door and leaving, I find myself moving toward the partially open bathroom door. Along with the sound of the shower, I can hear something else. It sounds like someone groaning.
Could it possibly be that he is…?
Get out of there now!
Despite my conscience telling me to go, I slowly push the door open. Joel is in the shower, propping himself up with his arm on the wall as he strokes his cock, his hand moving with fierce, slowly increasing movements.
I can’t take my eyes off his cock. Damn, I’d suspected that he was big when I rubbed against his erection but seeing him like this is something else. And the rest of his body is incredible. All sinewy muscles, from his firm-looking legs to his broad shoulders. Everything just looks amazing.
It makes me want to touch him.
As I watch him masturbate, his hand stops. I can hear him gasping for breath, but nothing happens. Then I feel his eyes on me. My heart in my mouth, I look up and see that he’s staring at me, his eyes so dark they could have been black, arousal etched into his face. How did he notice that I was there?
For a moment, neither of us say anything, the only sound coming from the water cascading onto Joel. My mind is racing but my body is frozen. What do I say? Do I apologize and leave? Do I run and pretend I didn’t see anything?
