“Spell. It. Out.”
She looks down at me then. And just like that the teasing drops. Not all of it, but enough. Underneath it she's suddenly,genuinely shy. Her teeth catch her lower lip. Her eyes drop to the water between us.
In weeks of living in my house she’s been bold and sharp and funny and furious. I’ve never once seen her shy.
But she is when she speaks now.
“I'm a virgin.”
Chapter 14
Blame it on the Whiskey
WALKER
Fuck. It’s bad enough I’m obsessed with my nanny, like the most cliche man to ever walk the fucking earth.
Now it turns out I’ve been wanting to do unspeakable things to a virgin. An innocent.
I’m going to hell and I deserve it.
I scrub a hand down my face.
“Jesus,” I mutter. Because I need him.
She rolls her eyes again, but it doesn’t disguise her blush. “Oh, come on. It’s not that bad. There’s nothing wrong with me. I just haven’t done it yet. I mean, I’ve done other stuff, but…”
I don’t want to hear about the other stuff she’s done with other guys.
“Of course there’s nothing wrong with you,” I interject. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”
Just with me.
“So why do you look like I just poleaxed you with that revelation?” she asks.
I down the rest of my drink. “Don’t you worry about me.”
“I just haven’t found the right person,” she continues. “I guess this means I should start dating again.”
Every muscle in me tenses. “Excuse me?”
Her eyes widen at my tone.
Fuck.Tone it way the fuck down, Walker.
“I mean…” I clear my throat. “What’s the thought process there?”
“If I want to have sex with someone I trust, I have to get to know them first, right? That means dating a guy.”
“Makes sense,” I grit out.
She tilts her head, studying me with those big blue eyes that see too much. “Are you... upset about this?”
“Why would I be upset?” The question comes out harsher than I intend. “You're a grown woman. You can date whoever you want.”
“That's what I thought.” But she's still looking at me like she's trying to solve a puzzle. “So why do you look like you want to murder someone right now?”
Because I do. This hypothetical man who gets to touch her, kiss her, be her first…
