I can do this. I can answer without embarrassing her. It won’t be my first tightrope act.
“I’m not sure.”
She lifts an eyebrow. “You don’t know what I was dreaming about, but you woke me? Was I having a nightmare?”
“No. And you should never wake someone in the middle of a nightmare.”
“Why did you wake me, Zane? You’re holding back. What is it?”
Damn. Guess I’m not as good at balancing on a tightrope as I thought.
“You were wiggling and moving around.”
“Why would you wake me….” Her voice trails off, and she drops her chin to her chest. “Tell me I wasn’t having a sex dream.”
“You weren’t having a sex dream.”
“Tell me I wasn’t having a sex dream about you.”
“You weren’t…” She lifts her gaze to mine and I trail off with a shrug.
“Could this be any more embarrassing?”
“I’d find it pretty embarrassing if you were having a sex dream about another man while in my bed.”
She snorts. “As if any other man can capture my attention.”
Say what? I roll over until I’m on top of her. “Have I captured your attention?”
She rolls her eyes. “You know you have.”
I don’t know shit. Until she moved in to help me with Adele, she ignored me or snapped at me. I thought she hated me. But then I learned about her asshole dad.
I brush the hair from her forehead. “I’m not your dad. I’m not some player who would abandon a child.”
“I know.”
My heart squeezes at her admission. “Does this mean you’ll let me make you feel good?”
She squirms beneath me. “It’s not a good idea.”
I press my hard cock into her stomach. “I think it’s an excellent idea.”
“My friends are friends with your friends. I work for your sister-in-law. I’m your temporary nanny. We live together. How many more reasons do you need to realize this is a bad idea?”
I’ve never had to convince a woman to have sex with me before. I’m not certain how to proceed. But I won’t push her. This has to be her decision. I won’t be a regret.
“I don’t do relationships.”
She drops her gaze to my chest. “I know.”
I pinch her chin and force her to meet my gaze. “But I don’t run away either. I won’t fuck you in this bed and then ignore you.”
“You can’t ignore me. I’m your daughter’s nanny.”
Which is why I should let this go and walk away. If we have sex and she gets upset or runs away, I’m screwed. I need her. Her help, I amend. I need her help. Not her.
“Okay,” I give in. “But at least let me give you an orgasm.”
