I deadpan Sam as he smirks at me. “What?”
“I’m going to ask Flo out tonight. Are you cool with that?”
My tongue twists in my mouth, and I clamp down on it. Did I hear that right? “Why are you asking my permission?” I try my hardest to keep my voice straight, but it comes out in a bite.
“Maybe because of that reaction.” Bennett cocks his head at me with curiosity.
“I… don’t care if you ask Flo out.” What a fucking lie. It’s taking everything in me right now not to wrap my hands around Sam’s neck and choke him until he promises never to look in my nanny’s direction ever again.
“Okay, cool. I was thinking of taking her to this awesome sushi restaurant that just opened up.”
My lips flatten. “Flo doesn’t like fish.”
“What does she like then?”
“As if I’m going to help you seduce my nanny.”
Bennett chortles beside me. “Sounds like someone’s a little bit jealous, West.”
“I’m not jealous.” I glare at him, shaking my head.
“Is that why you’ve got steam coming from your ears?” Sam grins at me. His eyes are encouraging me to speak up now, or he’s going to pounce.
But I can’t. Flo doesn’t usually work in the evenings, so I can’t tell him she’s busy looking after Leo. I've already expressed my eagerness to spend tonight with my son to the guys, and even if I were to tell Sam that I despise the idea of him dating my nanny, what am I supposed to say?
Actually, she walked in on me showering the other night in New York, and we ended up masterbating together, so no, you can’t ask my nanny out?
My sister would be growling at me right now. She’d demand I tell Sam where to go, that I don’t want him touching the woman I’m living in denial about wanting and needing. But the fact of the matter is, I can’t be that selfish.
She has a life to live. She’s wild and free.
The bottom line is that I have no choice but to let her go.
“It’s not my business what Flo does in her spare time. If she wants to date a scrawny little Sid the sloth look-alike such as yourself—” I nudge his shoulder as I force a sideways smirk—”then she can.”
God, I really amnotselling it to them. How do actors do this shit?
“I’m going to ignore that subtle little dig just because you’re jealous, but thanks. Do you think she’ll be all good with going to The Salty Dog? They serve pretty good food in the evenings.”
Sam’s understanding of pretty good food is limited to cheese-covered fries and deep-fried mozzarella sticks, but Flo isn’t a snob, and it’s a place she loves to eat.
“She has to say yes first, Sam,” Bennett reminds him, and Sam throws him a middle finger as he wanders through the tunnel towards the locker rooms.
We follow, and Flo appears in the hallway with my son on her shoulders, clinging onto her long locks as if they’re reins and she’s the horse. As soon as she spots me, she beams but blinks as Sam appears in front of her.
Flo and I haven’t discussed what happened between us properly. Sure, she’s made some jokes that hold truth about having a damn good orgasm with me, and then sends me a wink and gets back to whatever she was doing, but now that I’m looking at her holding my son, wearing that jersey he refuses to take off, I’m positive that this woman isn’t out of my system. She’s been injected into my veins, and like a heroine addict, I need more.
We’re far enough away that it doesn’t look like Bennett and I are eavesdropping, so I lean against the hallway wall and remain quiet, trying my best to listen in, much to Bennett’s amusement.
“The Salty Dog?” Flo’s eyes slide over to me, but when I don’t make a move, she narrows them, gaze settling back on a beaming Sam, who’s staring at my nanny with heart-shaped eyes.
“They serve killer cocktails. I’ll get you a Sex on the Beach, on me.”
Flo hikes an eyebrow up just as I do, and I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from saying anything I can’t take back. “We don’t really have beaches in Montana.”
“I was talking about the drink.”
“Sure you were, bud.”
