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Was it just because he was a closet dirty talker?
I shivered as the memory of last night washed over me. Everything is thought about him had been proven different. I’d only ever seen as this funny, sexy guy, who was a great dad.
But, last night sent me a different side of him. It’d shown me this alpha male who wasn’t afraid to take charge, and make me do something that had made me blush as hard as I’d come. I certainly hadn’t expected him to get me off and looked me in the eye while I came.
Yeah.
Dear God. How was I supposed to look him in the eye, knowing that he knew exactly what I looked like when I came?
Jesus, I was a mess.
I quickly washed my hair and soaked off before I got myself into even more of a mess than I was already in. By the time I turned off the shower water, I’d gone over fifty different scenarios about what was going to happen when I finally got to the Cooper house.
All of them involved me blushing like crazy and him smirking at me. Which, to be honest, was exactly what was going to happen.
With any luck he’d be taking the kids out, and I’d be able to just walk in, go upstairs, and get on with it.
I dressed in my usual uniform and towel dried my hair before putting the damp locks into a braid that hung over my shoulder.
The best thing to do was get there and get this over and done with.
Even if it sucked.
***
Unfortunately for me, when I pulled up outside the house, Brantley’s car was parked in the driveway.
Great.
I sat inside my truck for a minute before taking a deep breath, getting out, and grabbing my tools from the back.
My heart thumped a little too hard as I approached the front door. It swung open before I could even knock, and Ellie stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of Disney Princess panties.
Waell, I guess it was better than the inexplicable time Eli had answered the door wearing a superhero cape, his underwear, and red rain boots. At least this one could be explained by her getting dressed.
“Ellie!” shouted Brantley from inside. “Get back in here and finish getting dressed or we’re not going anywhere!”
“It’s Kawi!” she shouted, giving me a cheeky grin before running back inside.
I hesitated only for a second before I walked into the hallway and shut the front door behind me.
“I know it’s Kali,” said Brantley. “I can see her car outside. Will you now please finish getting dressed?”
I took a few tentative steps towards the front room door, my stomach turning as I did. Looking in, I saw that he had his back to me and was currently wrestling with Eli about which hole you are went into which hole your head went into. Apparently, Eli kept putting his head through the armhole, meaning both straps of his tank top were on one shoulder and only one arm was through.
“Daddy, where are my shorts?” asked Ellie. “Dey were here a mimmit ago.”
Brantley sighed, finally getting Eli’s head and arms through the right holes of his superhero shirt. He turned to look at Ellie. “I’m going to say they are wherever you thre them five minutes ago when you were having a tantrum.” He raised eyebrows at her.
Ellie put her hands on her hips. “I did not had a tantwum,” she said. “I was just shawing my annoyance.”
“Whatever you say,” said Brantley. “I’m calling it a tantrum. I don’t care what you want to call it. Just go and find your clothes.”
Eli slowly raised his hand pointing his middle finger up at the ceiling. Brantley tilted his head back to look up at what he was pointing at. I, too, followed the line of sight, and had to stifle a giggle when I saw what Eli had spotted.
Ellie’s shorts were hanging from the light fixture.
Brantley buried his head in his hands.
I guess it been that kind of morning for him.
With a sigh, he stood and pulled the shorts from the light fixture. He tossed them Ellie’s way, with a stern look for her to get dressed.
Then, finally, he turned to me, meeting my eyes. It took all for two seconds for a red-hot blush to work its way through my cheeks. Hell, if he was thinking what I was thinking in this moment—which was how it felt to be against the wall with him fucking me—then I didn’t know how he wasn’t blushing himself.
He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Ellie was getting dressed before walking towards me. A slow, easy smile stretched across his handsome face. “Morning,” he said, his voice low.
I cleared my throat and scratched the back of my neck awkwardly. “Morning,” I replied. “Is all the flatpack furniture still in the garage?”
