“Seriously?” Faith questioned with wide eyes and took off her outerwear. “You like pineapple on your pizza too?”
Sweet. Faith bought the distraction. Elle, on the other hand, didn’t. She continued to eye me as if I were a puzzle with a missing piece she couldn’t quite place until she blinked and saw the mess on the floor. A coat, hat, and mitts discarded without a care in the world. She heaved a long sigh and went to pick up Faith’s mess, but I beat her to it.
“Um...” I made a disgusted face and hung up Faith’s jacket on a coat hanger. “Not exactly.”
Elle smiled in bewilderment as she watched me and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Elle laughed. “Who doesn’t like pineapple on their pizza?”
“Almost everyone.” I shrugged. “Fruit on pizza is weird.”
“You are weird.” Faith stuck out her tongue at me.
“Yeah, weirdo,” Elle taunted me, licking her lips. “Pineapple is delicious.”
You’re scrumptious.
Christ. I wanted to nibble at her tongue, to dance around in her wetness, kissing her in front of her daughter and not give a fuck, but that was inappropriate. I refrained from my dirty thought.
I gave my head a shake and tossed Faith’s mitts along with her hat into the closet.
“Whatever,” I grumbled and kicked off my boots. “I need to take a piss.”
I had to get away from Elle. I needed some damn space because she was suffocating me with the reminder of what wehad partaken in not even an hour ago. The plan was to get her out of my system, and that had backfired.
I stomped toward the main floor half-bath while Chip hung back with Faith, and I caught a quick glance of Elle taking out her cell phone. The sound of her sultry voice followed me down the fucking hallway. I shut the door, fully intent on cutting her out, but goddamn it, I could still hear her.
She ordered two pizzas. One medium meat lovers and a large Hawaiian with extra cheese. Goddamn ridiculous choice of pizza if anyone asked me.
I whipped out my dick and peed. An instant sting shot through me while I leaned a hand on the wall and fully regretted my hard-on. Not once. Not twice, but multiple. This was what I got for desiring a woman I shouldn’t crave.
Christ. I was an asshole. A damn dickhead who couldn’t keep my hands to myself, but here I was, urinating in little Elle’s bathroom, about to have dinner and decorate a fucking tree as if we were a family.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Everything.
“Goddamn no good...” I mumbled at my reflection in the mirror of the small washroom. “Slimy fucking dirtbag asshole who wants to be a best friend’s daughter fucker. Yeah. That’s who you are.”
A soft knock sounded at the door.
“Are you okay, Mr. Timber?” Faith interrupted my rambling.
Shit.
“Ah... Yeah. Everything is—” I zipped up my pants.
Christ!My nut sack almost snagged in thezipper. Fuck.
It’s okay, Jack. Cool it. Gabriel won’t kill you. This was only you taking care of his little girl. Supper, along with some tree decorating, won’t hurt anyone. You got this. Take a deep fucking breath and put a damn smile on your face, but don’t forget to wash your hands.
“Mr. Timber?” Faith knocked.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I said through clenched teeth and vigorously washed my hands.
Chip sniffed under the crack of the door, and I could see his wet nose.
Jesus!Can’t a man get any privacy?
