“What? How do you know that?” I put the lid back on the sauce.
“He just told me, and then he asked me what he should do next. I said he should ask you.”
I nod. “Good. thanks.”
“But flowers and an apology that he might have hurt her feelings is also a good place to start.”
I let out my breath and lean in to kiss her.
“Thank you for that too.”
Knowing Grey is hiding in his room, I press my lips to her once again, let the kiss linger.
What I wouldn’t give to have a repeat of her kitchen yesterday. The thought of her on my table, open and bare to me, leaves my cock straining against my jeans.
I back up.
“Maybe we leave any more touching till after dinner.”
“Oh, you think I’m staying that long, do you?”
“I hope you are. Plus, I have something I want to show you.”
She moves to grab some plates and puts them on the table, moving around freely as if this is as much her home as it is mine.
Another thought crosses my mind.
What if she lived here with me?
I watch her set the table, letting the idea sink in.
Obviously, I’m not going to ask her. That would be insane. But the idea remains, mostly straying into what-ifs. The other part of it says it’s too risky.
I focus on my breathing, hoping she won’t pick up on my inner battle.
I don’t know another single person in the world who looks at love the way I do. Something to be feared instead of welcomed.
Grey runs down the stairs, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say it was a herd of elephants before he runs into the kitchen, sliding across the floor on his socks and picking his spot at the table.
Conversation comes easy between the three of us, and when the topic of planning our week arrives, I’m half tempted to tell Greer that I don’t need her. It feels wrong to sleep with her and pay her to watch my kid.
But her words from the other day come back, and I know there is no way I can take this job from her.
After dinner, we pick out a movie, some new action movie on Netflix. Grey falls asleep before the ending, so I carry him up to his room to put him to bed.
When I come back down, Greer is picking up the living room and folding the blankets we’d been using.
“You don’t want to finish the movie?” I ask.
She smirks. “As if you were going to come back down here to watch it.”
I take the blanket from her hands and toss it on the couch.
“You’re right. I have other plans for you.”
I grab her hand and lead her to the basement.
“Where are we going?”
