They are loud and crazy, but you can see they all have love for each other. It reminds me of spending Christmas with my family before they decided to pack up and move to London. Don’t get me wrong, we’re still close, we just don’t see each other.
“So Nate, what is it you do for a living anyway?” Charles asks as we finish up dessert.
Addilyn’s eyes widen a bit and I squeeze her leg under the table. She needs to stop giving away her fears so easily and have a bit of faith in me.
“I’m in personal investments,” I say, sipping my coffee as I toss my arm over Addilyn’s chair.
“Oh, that sounds interesting. What is it exactly?” Bridget asks.
“Sounds like he’s trying to hide the fact he doesn’t have a job,” Andrew mumbles. That guy is a dick and I’m gonna end up punching him in the mouth. But, I get it, overprotective brother and all.
Clearing my throat, I look around the table at them all, pinning him with my stare. “No Andrew I do in fact have a job. A very good paying job actually.” Turning to Bridget, I grin. “I listen to what it is people want and I help them build that dream.”
“Wow Addie, you did good. I mean he’s good looking, smart, and has money. Don’t screw this one up,” Abigail says, laughing as she sips her wine.
“Jealous?” Addilyn asks and it makes me fucking grin. There’s her confidence.
“Jealous? Please, you’ve envied me for years,” Abigail comes backs with.
Charles stands up and everyone shuts up. “Enough girls. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Nate and I are going to the basement.”
Kissing Addilyn on the cheek, I stand. “Lead the way.”
I can hear the complaining of no one else being invited to come to the basement. It makes me chuckle as I follow Charles. Once down there he flicks on the lights and it comes to life. He goes on and on about where he got each piece of the train set. How it took years to get the display like this. The amount of time and money he’s spent trying to find just the right piece. It’s not my thing, but I have to give him credit that he loves what he’s doing.
“So, I guess you and Addie are getting pretty close, huh?” he asks, puffing on his cigar.
“We’re definitely in a good place,” I say, trying to cover up the truth.
Slapping me on the back, he smiles. “She’s a good girl, I’m glad she’s found such a good guy.”
For the first time I feel a cluster of guilt for what I’m doing. She’s going to end up having a mess to clean up after I walk away and I don’t like that thought. Not at all.
When we finally make our way back upstairs it’s late and everyone has gone to bed. I get into the bedroom and Addilyn is making a bed on the floor.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, picking up the pillows she’s just thrown down.
“I’m exhausted so I’m making my bed,” she says, trying to pull them away from me.
Shaking my head, I toss them on the bed. “Don’t be ridiculous, get in the bed. You’re not sleeping on the floor like a damn dog. I’m not going to touch you, just sleep next to you.”
Chewing her plump bottom lip, she keeps looking from me to the bed. “I don’t know.”
Pulling off my shirt and stepping out of my jeans, I stand there in just my boxers. I pull back the covers and pat the bed. “Well I do, so get your ass in the bed so we can go to sleep.”
I climb in and finally she does too, but making sure to keep a huge distance between us. She’s wearing this small T-shirt and panties, that’s it. How do I know? Because I can see her hard nipples poking through her shirt and I need to adjust my cock. Maybe she’s right, maybe this is a bad idea because for the first time ever I’m attracted to a client. What I said to her earlier in the bedroom, it was all true. Mix that with how beautiful she is and her sexy body and it makes for a bad situation. Or a good one depending on how you want to look at it.
