She looked up, her gaze met mine, and then she gave her full attention back to her book.
Ouch.
I unloaded the groceries, leaving the beer and whiskey out for dinner since Rosalee was on some kind of strike, not cooking any longer. At least not for me. I took my beer and a triple shot of whiskey to the sofa, sitting on the end opposite the quiet nanny, who didn't move, didn't give any acknowledgment she even knew I was there.
I sighed and twisted off the bottle cap, tossing it on the table where it danced and spun until it fell flat and lifeless. "You're not fired," I growled reluctantly. "And Violet is definitely mine. The results came in yesterday."
There was a long pause, and I held my breath, beer bottle perched right in front of my mouth as I realized that I was nervous about her reaction. "Good. And congratulations. You must be thrilled—about Violet, I mean, not me. Obviously," she said with a smile as she rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, thanks. I am," I assured her and turned my gaze to hers. "About both."
Her cheeks turned an alluring shade of pink, and her long, blond lashes fluttered like butterfly wings. She didn't know what to say. Good, now she knew how I felt. She froze when her phone buzzed on the table, reaching for it slowly with a frown.
I spotted an unknown number on the screen before she tapped the ignore button with too much force. I wanted to ask her what was going on, if she wanted to talk about it, but I couldn't, not when I'd made such a big deal of her minding her own damn business. So I said nothing while I sipped my beer and watched her read. I watched as the blush on her cheeks intensified, her breathing turned shallow, and then her tongue darted out and slicked across her bottom lip.What the hell is she reading?Whatever it was, it must be good because unless the beer hit me harder than I thought, she was exhibiting clear signs of arousal.
My cock hardened instantly and painfully. "What are you reading?"
"What?" She looked at me and then back down at her book, a smile on her face. "Oh, just a romance book."
Bullshit. "Yeah? What's it about?"
"Oh, you know," she answered, trying to sound casual. "Boy meets girl, likes girl, sexes girl, and then screws up. I'm at the part where he's just realized that he screwed up."
"Read some to me."
"What? No." She shook her head, all but confirming she was reading something dirty.
"Why not? Maybe I'll enjoy it."
"I'm sure you would,ifyou're open-minded enough. I'll loan it to you when I'm done, how about that?"
"Nah, I want a sample. Now." My pulse increased, and my cock and balls ached. "Please."
She licked her lips again, that pulse in her throat beating a wild tattoo. "That would be inappropriate."
My brows dipped together in confusion. "A sweet little romance is hardly inappropriate, Rosalee."
"It is sweet, but the characters are adults, and they express themselves in a way that is normal for adults, Xavier." Her tone was snippy, and I couldn't help but smile. She opened her mouth to say more just as Violet whimpered through the monitor.
"You are a horrible liar, Rosalee."
She laughed and pushed off the sofa, still smiling. "And you, Xavier, are completely incorrigible."
"Maybe so," I half-agreed, my gaze fixed on the swing of her hips as she walked past me wearing another pair of flannel pants, which I swear I never in my life found sexy until they became her favorite thing to wear every damn night.
After a few minutes passed and Rosalee didn't return, I went to my room to relieve the aching pressure in my cock to the image of her in those sexy-as-fuck, unsexy pajamas.
Chapter 16
Rosalee
My conversation with Xavier had gotten inappropriate. Again. I didn't know what it was about him that made me act outside of myself. Something about him, probably that devilish smile he unleashed so rarely, called to a different part of my personality. One I hadn't known about, or that had never really existed before now—I wasn't sure. But now that Violet was fed again and sleeping off whatever was bothering her, I knew I needed to apologize.
So I crept across the hall to his room, arm raised and ready to knock, when I heard a strange grunt. And then another. "Fuck, Rosalee"—the words came out along with a wild roar that sounded a lot like agony.
I knew I shouldn't have done it, but the door was open just a sliver, and I couldn't not look to see if Xavier was in trouble. A storm raged outside, and if he were hurt—or worse, sick—then I wouldn't be able to get him and Violet down the mountain. But I was not at all prepared for what I saw: Xavier, naked and flat on his back, with his long, thick cock gripped in his hand, stroking himself furiously and calling out my name.
I was transfixed by what was in front of me. Xavier was beautiful from head to toe, more so with his face twisted in carnal agony. He was all golden skin and rippling muscles. Gorgeous.
