“I know,” I say, hating to admit it.
Finn rises and offers me his hand.I take it, and he pulls me up and into his arms.He carries me to his shower.We stand together under the multiple streams of hot water.
We’ve done this enough that we take care of each other without thinking, without asking.Finn uses his fingers to massage shampoo into my scalp and run conditioner through to the ends.Then he tenderly washes between my legs with body wash.
I lather him up everywhere, usually making him hard again as I wash and rinse his big cock.I can’t do a good job on his hair, though, unless he lifts me off the shower floor.That’s usually a lot of fun, but we don’t have time for that today.
The best part of these showers is that I get to spend the whole rest of the day smelling like Finn—his body, his cum, and his fancy toiletries.
I wonder if anyone’s noticed.
I’m not sure I’d care if they did.
It hits me then, as it does at least once a day.We’re still a big secret.He’s still my boss and I’m still his housekeeper.
And I wonder how long we can keep this afloat.
CHAPTER 53
Emma
“Twelve times twelve,” I quiz Jasmine the next morning.
“One hundred forty-four.”
I pick up Jasmine in my arms and swing her around.I parked down the street from her school, and we had breakfast together at the diner to do some last-minute studying for her math test.We also like to walk to school together, hand in hand.I’ve been taking her to school for the past week, and it’s become so natural for me that I wouldn’t miss it for the world.
We walk up the school’s front steps together and into the lobby.She hugs me, and I wish her good luck on the test.
“If I get an A, will you make pancakes for dinner?”
“I’ll make you pancakes for dinner no matter what grade you get.”
Her eyes twinkle, and she wraps her arms around my middle for a bear hug.I’m shocked when tears sting my eyes.I blink quickly to whisk them away.I’m not sure where this emotion is coming from, but I suspect it’s a mix of many things.
This little girl is so special to me.And I think of all the fellow foster kids in my life who would cling to me, and rely on me to be their anchor in chaos.I’m so grateful that this child is surrounded by love, and I mourn for all the little ones who weren’t as lucky.
“Jasmine!”It’s her friend Tiffany.Jasmine runs across the lobby to meet her, and I watch the girls laugh and talk as they head to their classroom.
While I watch her leave, the principal waves to me.“Emma?Do I have your name right?”She scurries toward me.
“Yes.”She puts her hand out, and I shake it.“It’s nice to officially meet you, Mrs.Greeley.”
This is a tiny school in a tiny town, and I know who she is.She’s a middle-aged woman with short, spiky hair and glasses, about my height, though both her face and body are on the round side.This morning, like every time I’ve seen her, she’s wearing a cardigan.Even in the summer Nevada heat.I get a feeling it’s a uniform of sorts for her.
She’s not the warmest person I’ve ever met, but I know she’s busy.
Mrs.Greeley is also the school librarian, and the school’s library doubles as the town’s library.It’s such a small place that people tend to do double duty.
I have infinite respect for librarians.Libraries saved my life when I was a kid.I would spend hours in the cool safety of books and periodicals, reading everything I could get my hands on.School was pure hell for me because I changed schools so often and was picked on for being a foster kid, but my mind came alive in those libraries.
It’s where I taught myself math and world history.Where I discovered the wonderland of cookbooks.And escaped into the sweetness of stories with happy endings.
“We’re down to the last three weeks of school before our summer hiatus, and one of my after-school volunteer mamas will be out for the rest of the year.Do you think you can fill in?It’s not hard.You just help a little with homework if they ask, make sure they don’t kill each other, and work with the other volunteers to plan events.It’s from two to five.I can count on you, right?”
She doesn’t wait for me to answer.She’s already turned and followed the stream of children into the school.I’ve been drive-by volunteered.I’ve heard of this, but I’ve never seen it happen.
And it’s certainly never happened to me.
