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“I won't do it again unless you ask for it,” I tell her with a playful smirk, and slowly, ever so slowly, lean in to kiss her, testing her reaction. Her gaze is locked with mine, and she hesitates.
I hope she will make the request.
But she looks away and turns her head. With a serious expression, she replies, “That is not going to happen.”
With my cock pulsating with need, I sigh and release her.
Something is holding her back. Very likely, someone.
Her boyfriend.
That man who is always at her side.
Frustrated, I release my grip.
“Let’s just forget any of this happened.”
CHAPTER15
ANA
After a full dayat the office, I’m getting ready to start a restorative yoga practice in my living room. Doing it on most evenings keeps me nimble and sane despite sitting on my butt the whole day.
Just as I settle into my first downward dog, Brando's name flashes on my phone.
It’s been a few weeks since he announced to the world that Sanders International is going green.
And since he asked to kiss me again.
Ever since that afternoon, he has maintained a safe distance from me, while always staying friendly and respectful.
There must be a good reason that he is calling me after hours.
“Is everything okay?”
“Addison’s nanny, Megan, just called me. She has a family emergency and needs to leave. I have a long meeting coming up, and it starts in an hour,” Brando explains hurriedly. “All my other backup sitters can’t make it on such short notice. I know you don't have any children, but do you know anyone who could watch Addison for a couple of hours?”
“She can stay with me,” I offer. “Can you bring her here?”
I should have confirmed this with Race, but then again, I’m sure he will be cool with it. He is an awesome friend.
“We'll be there in fifteen.”
I alert Race that we will be having a visitor, and we settle on the sofa watchingSeinfeldreruns while we wait for Brando and Addison. Once the intercom rings, Race buzzes them up and cracks the door open.
“Welcome to our humble abode!” he announces giddily as Brando and Addison step in.
“Oh! Hi! You're… uh, Ana's friend.” Brando sounds uncomfortable.
“Race. We met at the protest last month.”
“Right. And this is my daughter, Addison,” Brando states as he gently sets down a backpack, encouraging Addison to follow him. “I'll be back in a couple of hours, no later than eight. Thank you again, Ana,” he says, then kisses his daughter on her forehead. “I love you, pumpkin.”
“Bye, Dad! I love you, too!” Addison chirps back as Brando closes the door behind him. Turning her attention toward me, in a voice filled with excitement, she asks, “What are we doing tonight?”
Race and I exclaim together, “Pizza and Uno!”
The smirk on Addison's face does not bode well for us.
