“Then jack off in the shower like a normal person.” I lift my eyes to find Elodie staring down at me, her brows lifted. Mouthing ‘sorry’ to her, I point to the phone next to my ear. “My friend.”
“What?” Warren asks.
“Nothing.”
“Dude, my hand is turning into the claw with how much I’ve been yanking the one-eyed snake lately.”
“Please don’t ever fucking say that again.”
“You know, you might want to start watching your swearing. You don’t want Remy’s first word to be fuck,” Elodie whispers while reaching for my daughter and picking her up from my chest.
I roll my eyes and turn my attention back to Warren. “Where are you even going?”
“Riley’s.”
“The sandwich shop? Dude, you must be desperate if you’re looking to score at The Happy Belly Deli.”
“No, fucker. Riley’s Office. It’s a new bar in Asheville. Just opened a few weeks ago, so there’s new clientele.”
I groan again, but as I look up, I see Elodie putting Remy in her high chair to feed her dinner.
I know the routine for the rest of the evening—dinner, bath, play time, bedtime story, sleep. Midnight feeding. Three in the morning feeding if she’s still hungry. Waking up by six.
And Warren is right. I do have a nanny.
But I also don’t want to leave my girls.
Then Elodie bends over to pick up something off the floor, and the crease of her butt cheek peeks out of the bottom of her denim shorts—that delectable, smooth skin that I’ve been dreaming about all week.
Fuck. Maybe I need to get laid too.
I know the talk I had earlier today with my sister is in the back of my mind, but maybe I just think I have feelings for my nanny because I haven’t been with anyone in a few months. This is the longest dryspell I’ve had, and I literally have temptation living in my house with me.
If I can take out my frustration in another way, maybe all of my problems will disappear.
Fuck, it’s worth a shot, right?
“Fine,” I finally say.
“You’ll go?”
“Yeah, give me a couple hours and then swing by and pick me up.”
“Hell yeah! Awesome, see you in a bit.”
I end the call and look up to find Elodie studying me. “Where are you going?”
Bracing my hands on my knees, I stand from the couch and stare down at her. “Warren wants me to go out with him tonight.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“I honestly didn’t want to, but he needs a friend right now.” Elodie doesn’t need to know that “friend” really means wingman.
“He’s not commissioning you to jack him off, is he?”
“What?”
Fighting her laughter, she says, “Your comment from before. You told him to jack off like a normal person.”
