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My face burned with shame and I made myself busy with the counters for a few minutes. When the silence had gone on for long enough, I cleared my throat. “So, you think the main house is haunted?”
“Nice change of subject. Watch this, though.” She smirked at me and pushed her dark hair out of her face. “I really do think the house is haunted. It always feels like something is watching me while I’m working there and a couple of days ago, I kept hearing this moaning coming from upstairs. It was loud and it lasted a long time. There was even some screaming. It couldn’t have been anything but a ghost.Right?”
I scrubbed at the counters harder, fear of being judged strong enough to make me panic. “Um, yeah. A ghost…”
She placed her hand over mine and laughed. “Relax, Memphis. I’m just teasing you.”
Meeting her gentle gaze, I swallowed. “You’re not judging me?”
Bea threw her head back and laughed. When she looked back at me, her eyes were bright. “Hell no. I’m jealous. I’d let you clean this entire place whileIsat around watching if you agreed to give me some details.”
I groaned at the sensation of my entire body blushing. Rubbing my cheeks, I looked at her through my fingers. “I don’t think I’m mature enough to talk about it. Look at how hard I’m blushing. I’m such a dork.”
She rolled her eyes and waved a cucumber at me. “Speak through the blush, honey, because momma hasn’t gotten laid in months and I need to live vicariously through you.”
22.
***Boone***
Icheckedmywatchand shook my head. I opened my mouth to complain about Memphis running late again when she came running up the path from the guest house. Her hair was in a cute bun on top of her head with plenty of pieces already escaping and flying around her face as she ran. She was dressed in the same sundress she’d worn the day of the interview, confirming what Remy had thought about her clothing situation. While he thought we needed to rectify the situation and buy her more, seeing the little sundress made me think she had just what she needed and I didn’t want her to change a thing.
When Memphis got closer, I saw her eyes were wider than ever, the lashes darkened with makeup that made them seem impossibly long. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked like she’d gotten a little sun. Her smile as she reached our side was forced. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I wasn’t sure what to wear and I only brought a few things with me, so I had to try them all on a dozen times. I should have my things delivered, but-”
Remy opened the car door and grunted. “We’re taking care of that.”
She bent forward and climbed into the car without question. The back of her dress rose up enough to flash her delicious ass at us. The pale pink panties seemed too innocent for the vixen we knew she could be. They also covered too much.
After she was settled in the car with her seatbelt on, she crossed her legs and squeezed her hands in her lap. It was the first time we’d seen her since we’d fucked her and she was clearly nervous. “What are we taking care of?”
I sat next to Remy across from her and took my time taking her in while Remy held her attention. Just seeing her was enough to get the blood pumping to my dick. I fought to control my desires, but it wasn’t easy.
“You didn’t bring much. You need clothes and other things, I’m sure.” Remy didn’t look up from his phone. “You can hardly be expected to live in the few dresses you brought for the next five years.”
“I’m going to have my parents’ housekeeper send me some of my things. They’re not exactly happy with me, though, so it may take some time.” She frowned and shook her head. “I’m fine, honestly. There’s a washer and dryer in the guesthouse. I can do my laundry just fine. Haven’t you ever heard of clothing waste?”
I bit back a grin. “You don’t want new clothes?”
She shook her head again, making her bun wobble. “Not really. I’m okay with what I have. I’ll need…maternity clothes…but that’s later. Much later.”
Remy put his phone down and tapped his fingers on the back of it. “It’s not a debate. You need more than what you brought. There’s a yoga instructor coming to start doing prenatal yoga with you. Will you do crowning kid or whatever the fuck they do in your pretty little sundress?”
Despite his rough tone, Memphis smiled a real smile for the first time that day. “You think my sundress is pretty?”
He picked his phone back up and ignored her. I knew him well enough to know that she’d gotten under his skin and he was doing his best to shut her out. Too bad for him, I wasn’t sure there was a way to give Memphis the cold shoulder, not with her accent and her genuine sweetness.
“It is pretty, Memphis. You need more, though.” I ran my eyes over her body, remembering all the places I’d touched. My stomach tightened and my dick was a steel rod. “Most women would be happy.”
Her eyes flashed and a touch of her fire slipped free. “I’m not most women.”
“No, you are not.” I nearly laughed at the way she pouted when I agreed with her. “We took time out of our schedule to go with you. This is something we’d normally push off on one of our staff.”
“So, it’s something you do a lot? Treating the women around you to shopping sprees?” Memphis crossed her arms and looked out the window beside her. “Then I really don’t need it.”
Remy growled and tossed his phone down next to him. “You’re being a brat. We pushed off important work tasks to be here with you. Wells would’ve come if he could. Do you think you could just say thank you and let us do this very simple thing for you?”
Red cheeks and downturned lips, Memphis uncrossed her arms and gripped her knees. “I’m sorry. You’re right. Thank you for thinking of this for me. It’s not something I would’ve thought to do for myself.”
“Good girl.” Remy’s voice had lost the annoyed edge and he even offered a small smile.
