My legs carry me towards her, and suddenly, I’m close. A little too close. “What were you thinking about?”
Her eyelashes flutter. “I don’t know if you want me to be honest about that, West. We’re trying to be professional, here.”
“Does this look professional right now, Flo?”
She smiles, playful and flirtatious.
And I’m so close to snapping.
“Can we play hide and seek?” Leo’s voice is loud as he appears behind me, and I inhale, taking a large step away from Flo as if she’s about to burn me. He gazes up at both of us with saucer-like eyes, his milky teeth on show as he beams.
“Sure, bud, let’s play.” I need the distraction. Badly.
“I’m sure your dad wants some time for you and him, so I’ll finish clearing up the kitchen and head back to my cabin. Is that okay?” Flo asks my son, who shakes his head with a pouted bottom lip.
“Please play. I want you and Daddy to hide!”
Releasing a laugh, Flo agrees, ridding herself of the dirty apron and placing it in the washer. Leo begins to count, and I put my hands over his and move them to cover his eyes—he has a history of cheating during hide and seek—before ascending the stairs.
I can smell Flo behind me, crisp and sweet, but I tell myself to get it together before I do something I’ll regret. Touching her leg back at Nathan and Mae’s house was probably already going too far, but just having my hands on her did more for me than any woman ever has.
I enter my bedroom and squeeze myself into the closet, which means I have to hunch down so my head doesn’t hit the top. Leo continues to count, but the numbers sound jumbled up, since he only knows how to count to sixteen. For some reason, he always says, ‘Fartteen’ after. I have no idea where he learned that from, but I’d bet good money that it’s Bennett’s doing.
It’s almost pitch black in the small walk-in closet, except for the little crack where the two doors meet, which lets a sliver of light in. I hear more footsteps, closer this time, and then the closet doors fly open, revealing a giggling Flo.
“Move over.”
My eyebrows fly into my hairline. “What? No, there’s no room in here.”
“He’s coming.” She nods towards the stairs where I can hear Leo ascending. “Now move over because there’s no way I’m losing a game of hide and seek like this.”
There’s barely enough room to move, but I force myself aside, and Flo shuts the door behind her. Her shoulder brushes mine, her ass settling against my thigh as she stands in front of me, with there not being enough room for us to stand next to one another.
It smells like cedar and musk in here, but then her apple shampoo fills the air, and suddenly, it smells likeher.Asecret part of me hopes that her scent will rub off on my clothes, so I can smell her all day. Every day.
My eyes slowly adjust, and I glance down to see her peeking through the small closet crack before she peers up at me. “This is the second time we’ve been in a closet together. I feel like it’s becoming our thing.” Releasing a small laugh, she covers her mouth with her hand, realising Leo is padding down the hallways upstairs, calling our names.
Our thing.
It feel like I’m on fire. It’s taking all of my self-control to keep my dick from hardening as she brushes up against me, and I only just got rid of my boner. I close my eyes for a second to breathe, trying to ground myself, and I reach up to brace my hands against the frame above us, fingers twitching.
I need something to do with my hands because I am a millisecond away from shaping her waist, pulling her closer to me and taking her up on that ‘practice’ offer.
“Your dick is rubbing up against my ass.”
My eyes snap open, and I swallow, feeling a frog in my throat. “No, it’s not. Your ass is rubbing up against my dick.” The words flow fluidly from my mouth, and my abdomen contracts with each syllable. “You’re really testing me here, Flo.”
“Why?” I can hear the smirk in her tone. “Tempted by something?”
“You have no idea, trouble.”
Her chest expands at the nickname, and I like the effect it has on her.
“Is that something you say to all your nannies? That they tempt you?”
My voice is barely above a whisper as I say, “No, but I’ve also never been dick-to-ass with one of my nannies, either.”
“I can turn around if it’ll make you more comfortable?”
