Page 9 of You Keep On Giving

Oh no.

York is going to say something and Bea’s going to fire me. I’m going to be stranded in a state that I’m unfamiliar with. I’ll have to move back to Texas.

No, I can’t move back to Texas. Maybe I could find another personal chef job? I have experience now…

No, no that wouldn’t work. No one is going to hire a personal chef without a reference and I can’t ask for a reference with what I did last night.

I’m so screwed.

My life is OFFICIALLY over.

Well, I guess there’s no point in delaying the inevitable. I take a deep breath to fortify myself. I will not cry when Bea fires me. With another deep breath, I make the long trek up the stairs. I’m not entirely ready to face my fate but I’m not about to drag out the inevitable.

YORK

WEDNESDAY

Iwas still fucking hard when I woke up this morning. No unsexy thoughts nor a cold shower helped. I was stuck giving myself an angry jerk while trying NOT to think about the curvy temptress in my basement. Yeah, that went as well as walking in a mouse trap factory and not getting an injury.

I'm disgusted with myself.

My mother would be disgusted with me. Mars and Reese would be disappointed. Sybil would probably never let me around my niece and nephew ever again. I can’t even think of the possible lawsuits.

Sexual harassment, anyone?

Good lord. I’m stuck in a loop of loathing, mindlessly cutting up a waffle and bringing it up to my mouth. I don’t taste anything, it’s basically one step up from ash at this point.

“Oh, Sage! Come fix a plate. I can’t say it beats a breakfast spread from you but it does the job.” My mother’s words pull me out of my loathing loop, my gaze darting around the room until they settle on the brand new bane of my existence.

Goddamnit.

She’s dressed casually but she might as well be in the silkiest lingerie known to man with how hot looking at her makes me. The fact that I know what she looks like under those skin tight leggings and oversized t-shirt pulses in my brain like a migraine. I’m barely able to hold in a groan as I shift my hips to try and find a more comfortable arrangement for my dick.

Apparently my body wants to return the flashing favor.

What the hell is wrong with me?

My stomach clenches as I fight the animal part of my brain trying to take over, wanting me to cross the dining area and sweep Sage up in my arms, take her upstairs and lock her in my room until everyone else leaves, and keep her in my bed while I keep my head between those luscious thighs until she’s mine.

Yeah, that’s a ticket straight to jail.

I do need to get her alone, though. I really need to apologize for last night.

I’m doing my best to not act like an absolute creep, keeping my eyes off Sage like a normal person, watching her in my periphery, but my mother took it upon herself to sit Reese, my little brother, right next to Sage at the end of the table so she only has Reese to talk to.

Mother and Sybil are playing with the children in the living room and Mars is washing the dishes. Sage has a smile on her face as Reese goes on about something that happened at the farm he’s working at. Some kind of prank between the owner’s sister and one of the managers.

I can’t just interrupt their conversation, it’s so obvious they are having a good time. I clench my fist, this is so inappropriate, I need to leave the room. Coughing, I push back from the table.

“I, uh, have an email or two I need to respond to. I’ll be in the office for a bit.” No matter how hard I try, I can’t keep my eyes off Sage as I announce my departure. Our eyes meet for half a second, and those pretty green eyes send a spark of lust down my spine. Her cheeks flare that pretty shade of pink and I feel my dick twitch.

Yeah, I need to get out of here right now.

It’s been two hours, all I’ve done is move my mouse back and forth to keep my screen on just in case someone walks in. It’s Wednesday, only five and a half days and then I will never have to see Sage again. Unless mother insists Sage joins us again next year.