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“And your friends just let you leave?”
“Oh.Shit.I need to text Elyse and let her know you hijacked my good time.”She pulled out her phone and sent the text as we walked to the lot where I left my car.She stumbled again, and I held her arm to steady her.
“That was not going where you think it was,” I said in a low tone.
“You don’t think he wanted me?”
“Not even a little.”She looked at me incredulously.
“How can you be so sure?I’m hot, Mason Davis.That man wanted a piece of this.”She ran her hand down her side.
“You are hot, Candace.Fucking stunning.But trust me when I tell you that you aren’t Rob’s type.”
“You’re just being an asshole,”she said, slurring the words.
“Candace.Rob is gay.I don’t think he’s even kissed a woman since he was twelve.”
“How?”She stopped walking.“How would you know?”
“He’s my brother.”I took her by the elbow and tried to get her to keep walking.
“Well, fuck,” she huffed, refusing to move.“Hang on.”With one hand on my bicep, she steadied herself and removed the heels, releasing a sigh of relief.
“You can’t walk barefoot on the sidewalk.”
“Well, I can’t wear these shoes for another second.”
I took the shoes from her hand.“Watch where you step.Last thing we need tonight is stitches.”
We walked in silence for the last block, Candace staring at the ground to avoid stepping on something.When we got to my car, I opened the passenger door for her and made sure she was fully inside before shutting it.As I rounded the back, I slowed to take a few deep breaths.It had been too long since I last had my hands all over her sweet body and it was killing me.
I dropped into the seat and started the car, Candace babbled away under her breath.Then, to me, she asked, “So, Rob is really your brother?”
“Yes.”
“And he’s gay?”
“Yes.”
“Is his name really Rob?”
“Yes.Well, Robert, but everyone calls him Rob.”
“Including you.Why?You never use nicknames,” she pointed out.
“Because when I was fifteen, he punched me in the nuts and told me if I ever called him ‘Robert’ again he’d make sure I could never father children.”True story.
“So, if I punch you in the nuts will you call me Candi?”Her voice was getting softer, and her eyes were closed.
“Neither of those things are going to happen.”Her hand was resting on the center console, and Ineededto feel her skin.Not touching her for months had been pure torture.I slid my hand close to hers feeling her warm skin brush mine.What is it about her?She hooked her pinky around mine, the simple gesture causing my pulse to pick up.
She mumbled something as she drifted off into a drunken nap.Every few minutes I snuck a glance at her.Damn she was beautiful.
I had been avoiding her for months.I told myself it was for the best.The more people who knew I was fucking my nanny, the more out of control the situation would’ve gotten.She could do so much better than me and my bullshit.
A relationship with her was impossible, but I wanted it anyway.I slid her hand all the way into mine and gave it a small squeeze.She was young, and I brought so much drama she didn’t need, but fuck I wanted it.Not just to strip those clothes off her and touch every last inch of her, but to have her as mine.
Forty minutes later I pulled into her parents’ driveway.“Candace,” I said softly, not wanting to scare her.“We’re here.”
