He shrugs. “It’s not my fault you passed out after one orgasm.”
My brow wrinkles. “One orgasm? You make one orgasm sound bad.”
“I wanted to give you another one with my fingers but you fell asleep.”
I blink my eyes as I try to compute what he’s saying. He wanted to give me another orgasm? In my experience, men only give orgasms in order to get their own orgasm.
But Zane didn’t ask for anything in return. He kept his cock in his pants the way he promised. Maybe he is a gentleman and not a player after all.
“Are you decent?” Zane’s mom asks from directly outside his door.
I bury my face in my hands. How did I go from having the best orgasm in my life to humiliation? How?
“Not yet.”
“You always did enjoy sleeping naked. Even as a little boy, you hated wearing clothes to bed. In fact, you hated wearing clothes at all. We had to make a rule for you to wait until you were home to strip. Whenever my friends would drop by, you’d be sprinting around the house with your dick hanging in the breeze.”
“Mom,” Zane groans. “Please don’t talk about my dick.”
“Why? I’m your mother. I gave birth to you. I cleaned your diapers. I am acquainted with your anatomy.”
I shove my fist in my mouth before I burst out laughing. No wonder the Raider brothers are crazy. They come by it naturally. From their mother.
“Don’t you dare laugh,” Zane growls at me.
“I hope your daughter won’t take after you,” I whisper. “Racing around naked all the time.”
“About Adele.” Zane raises his voice for his mom. “I have news.”
“I’ll let you get dressed and then you can tell me your news.”
He sighs. “She already knows. My brothers told her. The assholes.”
I wish I had brothers I could call assholes. But no. It’s just me and my mother. Correction. It’s just me.
He rolls out of bed without incident. Since he passed out in his clothes last night, he’s already dressed.
“Take your time.”
As soon as the door closes behind him, I jump to my feet and search the room for my sweats and panties. I can’t find the panties, so I pull on my sweats without underwear.
Once I’m dressed, I creep to the door. I ensure it’s silent in the hallway before I inch the door open and peek outside. Awesome. It’s empty.
I rush to the bathroom. I glance in the mirror and slap my hand over my mouth before I can scream. My hair is pointing up in all directions, and my makeup is smeared all over my face. I don’t want to think about how bad my breath must smell.
I guess there’s a bright side to falling out of bed. Zane didn’t have a chance to smell my morning breath.
Maybe I should hide in the bathroom until Zane’s mom leaves. It wouldn’t be odd since I usually work late.
There’s a knock on the door. “Do you want chocolate chip or blueberry pancakes?” Zane’s mom asks.
My stomach rumbles. I guess there’ll be no hiding in the bathroom for me today.
“Blueberry.”
“Good. Zane always wants chocolate chip. Maybe with your influence, he’ll eat healthier.”
My influence? What does she think I’m doing in his house? I’m the nanny. Except she arrived while I was pretty much naked in my boss’s bed.
