She felt herself grow warmer and prayed that her layers of foundation and concealer were holding up and she didn’t look like a strawberry.
“Sorry, that’s too much to tell you, isn’t it? I mean, you probably don’t want to hear about…”
“My nanny and her naked picture catalogue?” Byron raised his glass to cover his smirk. “I mean, it’s a bit of a hard sell...”
Beth laughed nervously. “They weren’t super sexy photos. Just some bikini ones. Some were topless.”
He swallowed. “Plenty of blokes would spend every dollar they had to see those.”
But are you one of them? Do you want to see, Mr Thomas?Beth tried to say it without saying it, and from the look Byron gave her, the message came across loud and clear.
“There was one other photo,” Beth said. “A really bad one. I was in a G-string on my couch, but like… bent over. That was too much, but it was really good. At least I think it looked good…”
She tried to blurt it out as though she didn’t mean to say so much. And she thought she’d succeeded because Byron looked shocked, at least before his pupils expanded to twice their usual size. He cleared his throat. “You, uh, still got the pictures?”
“Why?”
Byron studied her. “I’d like to see that.”
She giggled. “Not for free!”
“So, how much d’you want for them?”
Beth decided to retreat a little. After all, she didn’t want this hot dad to think she was too easy. “Oh, Mr Thomas, I told you I wasn’t serious about that. I don’t want to be a model, and you guys pay me plenty.”
Byron grinned. “Then maybe you should show me? Don’t worry, I’m just teasing. Who took the photo? Your boyfriend?”
“No,” Beth whispered. “I did it with a timer.”
“Then you should get a man’s opinion. See if it’s worth the money?”
Beth pulled her elbows into her body, making her tits swell in her t-shirt. “I don’t want to sell my photos anymore. I’m too shy!”
“Are you now?”
Beth could smell the whiskey on Byron’s breath and see the dark flecks in his emerald eyes. She paused, wanting to kiss himbut scared to move a muscle. He drew closer, and her lips parted by themselves. Byron hovered closer, then seemed to come to his senses.
“Sorry,” he said, sitting back. “I shouldn’t… I mean, I know you’re not actually…”
“It’s okay,” Beth said quickly. “I was the one who brought all this stuff up!”
“Right.” Byron pulled at the knot on his tie, loosening it until it slid into his hand. He tossed it on the table. “I mean it; this is on me. I haven’t been home in a week and a half, and even before then…”
Silence rippled between them, bright and hot.
“Before then, what?” Beth asked delicately.
“Me and Audrey aren’t… we don’t.” Byron grimaced at his whiskey. “You know…”
Beth was almost dizzy with excitement. “I’ve noticed you, um, sleep in the spare room a lot?”
“Yeah.” Byron stared morosely into his glass. “Happens when you get married, I guess?”
Yesssss, Beth thought.Get fucked, Audrey, you fake vitamin-shilling twat!
She pressed a hand to her mouth. “I don’t think so; at least, I wouldn’t want it to be like that.”
The corner of Byron’s mouth quirked. “Yeah?”
