Oh friggin’ hell, fudgesicles. How was she supposed to keep her heart intact and view Speedy only as her boss if he was going to walk in from outside working with his shirt off?
She’d been a nanny for Speedy for a week. They’d returned today from Sunday lunch. Speedy had said that with the warm weather, he wanted to build a dirt track for him and Deacon to race motorized trucks on.
When Speedy had gone outside, he had a long-sleeved shirt on, but now she could see his chest, including his belly. He didn’t have a six-pack, but he also didn’t have a gut. She couldn’t keep her eyes off the trail of hair that led down his stomach and disappeared below his belt.
This was not fair at all. It was bad enough seeing him with his hair tousled from sleep and wearing the pajama pants and shirt that Regina had given him, with matching ones for the kids.
Violet knew that most women loved sweatpant season because of what it highlighted. Violet’s kryptonite was now pajama pants,slung low on his hips and highlighting everything Violet was trying to ignore about her boss. HER BOSS.
The man was paying her to watch his children, not to fantasize about what it might be like to have him kiss her or run his lips down the side of her neck. Nope, she should not be thinking of his big hands palming her breasts and lifting them to his mouth because he wasn’t interested in someone like her. No matter how far away her mom was, Violet couldn’t get the woman’s words out of her mind telling her no one would ever want Violet with her thick thighs and fat ass.
“Violet, Violet, are you okay?” Speedy’s voice brought her back to the kitchen and away from her mom’s voice.
“Sorry, did you say something?” Violet asked.
Speedy grinned at her, his eyes gleaming. She wasn’t sure what he was smiling about, but darn it, now all she could think about was his lips and how his close-trimmed beard would feel against her skin.
She needed to get it together.
“Yes, I asked if you knew if we had any D batteries. I wasn’t sure what all they stocked us with,” he said.
“I haven’t seen any, but we stock a huge amount at the daycare. I’m sure we could get some there and then replace them later. Do you want me to go check?” she asked.
“Thanks, but I think I’ll check with our neighbors before we go all the way over to the daycare. How’s Tessie?” he asked.
Violet motioned to the bassinet in the family room. “I laid her down after her bottle just to run to the restroom, and she was asleep when I came back.”
“Well, feel free to relax. You don’t need to be working twenty-four seven. I can always have the baby monitor outside,” he said.
Violet appreciated him wanting to make sure that she had free time, but he didn’t understand that she adored these kids. Shewasn’t sure what she would do when the time came and he didn’t need her anymore.
“Why don’t you let me run next door and see if they have D batteries? Do the remotes need them too?” she asked.
She hoped he said yes because she needed to get some space from Speedy and his body she couldn’t quit staring at.
“Oh yeah, triple-A batteries. Sure, if you want to, then Deacon and I will continue on the track,” Speedy said, smiling at her.
At this rate, not only would she need new panties, but she’d need new jeans. She wanted to rub her thighs together to assuage the ache, but it might be too noticeable.
“I’ll put on tennis shoes and go check,” she said, leaving Speedy’s presence to go into her room. At least in here, she could breathe. She’d never thought that a man sweating could smell sexy, but Speedy had proven that wrong.
Violet finished putting her shoes on and ran a brush through her hair before going out the front door. As she walked next door, she told herself to quit fantasizing about her boss. Ignore his beard and those full, luscious lips that she was positive would feel incredible on her skin.
“Why do you need to quit fantasizing about him?” Clara asked from across the street.
Violet paused, staring at Clara. Friggin’ hell. Had she said that out loud?
“Yes, you did. Now come over and sit on the porch with me a little bit,” Clara said.
“Speedy needs D batteries and triple-A batteries for the remote-control trucks they want to play with,” Violet said.
“Blake, come here please,” Clara called. Blake opened the front door.
“Yes?” Blake asked.
“Could you grab those packs of D batteries and triple-A from the pantry and run them over to Speedy in his backyard?” Clara asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Blake said.
