I feel like I had longer than a week with her, and the fact that she’s so comfortable with me, even after having the other nannies in her life now, touches me.
“I’ll be right back,” Grayson says, stretching up from the couch. “The pasta just needs heating up. Wine?”
I nod. “Sure.”
Then the smell hits me. “Grayson,” I groan.
He just grins from the doorway to the kitchen. “What?”
“I could heat up the pasta whileyouchange the diaper.”
He laughs and disappears into the kitchen. “You don’t know which container it is.”
I looked down at Evie. “Your dad is trouble, you know that?”
We meet back at the coffee table, me with a cleaned up Evelyn and Grayson with a bowl of baby food and two plates of pasta.
He puts her into her jumper and pulls her up to the coffee table and we all sit around eating and talking.
Seeing Grayson sitting on the floor to eat should be a surprise, but after this afternoon with him, I realized there’s nothing that could surprise me about Grayson Ross now. There are layers to this man and he’s not as uptight and set in his ways as I thought.
Either that or I’m getting to him. Or Evelyn is making him more laid-back. Or maybe it’s Honeysuckle Harbor.
Perhaps a combination of all of those things.
Whatever it is, I like it.
Except that a more easy-going, smiling Grayson Ross is even more devastating to my libido than the growly, bossy Grayson Ross I first got to know and developed a crush on.
After we eat, we play with Evelyn until bath time, then give her the bath together. We fall into the routine easily without even asking one another what we’re doing. We put her down for bed, then settle back on the couch together. We’re sitting with my bare legs draped over his lap, a throw blanket over them, so I don’t get cold, though with his hand sliding up and down from ankle to midthigh, overheating is a much more likely scenario.
I think about giving him a rundown of all the ways we could have fun that don’t involve him putting his cock into my pussy and I am right on the verge of being that blunt about it when the front door to his apartment swings open.
Startled, I look over and sit up straighter when Kyle walks in.
The night nanny draws up short, clearly just as surprised to see us on the couch together.
“Oh, hi,” she greets, closing the door behind her.
“Hi,” I say, suddenlyveryaware that I’m pantless.
I look at Grayson. He doesn’t seem surprised to see her.
Right. It’s night time. Kyle is the night nanny. She doesn’t have Saturday nights off.
And it is Saturday night.
How did I not think of this?
I immediately get up, wrapping the throw blanket around me.
“I…” I realize I don’t actually need to explain anything to her, which is good because this is exactly what it looks like.
Grayson and I slept together.
Except…it was so much more than that.
And I don’t want to explain any of that.
