“Frankie begged me to stay the night. She wants me to sleep in her room while I’m having my things moved in. I told her it was fine. Plus, it means I’m already here for the morning. I can make sure she eats and get her off to school on time.” I must have been much drunker than I thought. Miss Lucas sounded responsible. If I thought she was irresponsible I wouldn’t have hired her at all but she definitely was not on top of things like Navy.
Navy didn’t make my dick hard though…
I shoved the acknowledgment of my erection in the back of my mind. I had to focus. She was Frankie’s nanny. Not eye candy.
“I take it you’re not a fan of my pajamas? I thought they were very TLC Creep chic.” She shrugged and ran her hands along her curves.
“And what does your young ass know about TLC?” A deep laugh rolled from me easily. Miss Lucas shot me a glare then leaned over my desk giving me a clear shot down her shirt. It was war of the fucking worlds trying to keep my eyes level with hers.
“I’ll have you know I’m a 90’s R&B connoisseur. I was born in the wrong era. I would have killed in classic Versace and Chanel. Ugh. Anyway, I’m clearly a Chili.”
“Definitely more of a Left Eye, but whatever floats your boat. Now, what can I help you with?”
“Left Eye? I mean, she’s fucking fantastic but you think I’m crazy?”
“Bubbly. Unrestricted. Playful. The crazy part has yet to be determined.”
“Fuck you, Freeman,” she laughed. “So, I’m guessing you’re drunk and you don’t remember telling me you’d help me with my budget?” She batted those thick, long lashes at me and managed to look innocent. I guaranteed she wouldn’t look so innocent with my dick in her mouth.
Under the desk, I gripped my hard cock and tried to think about anything other than her nipples under that silk. Or how easy it would be for me to slide my hand under her shirt and pinch them until she whined.
Fuck. I had to stop letting my mind wander.
“You’re right. I did promise I’d help.”
She walked behind the desk and I quickly angled myself away from her so she couldn’t see my erection tenting my sweats. “What the hell are you working on, Freeman?” Xari Lucas had no boundaries when she was curious. I was learning that daily.
“Can you at least maintain some modicum of professionalism, Miss Lucas?”
“Like you are? In your sweats, drinking, and listening to Method Man. Which, by the way, has anyone ever told you that you look like him? It’s uncanny.”
“Nah. Never.”
“God, you’re like two different people. The suit and tie Freeman and then…this.” Fire sparked in her brown eyes when she looked at me. I knew that look. She was curious. She turned her eyes to my laptop and I pulled it closer to me. “What’s that?” She asked, her eyes growing wider. “I saw the word pussy. You have to let me see the rest. I’m already sold.”
“Miss Lucas…”
“Call me Xari. I’m off the clock now.”
“No. Now, move to the other side of the desk where you won’t give me a goddam heart attack?”
“Nope. Not until you show me what you’re writing. I know good and fucking well there’s no bill in congress that uses the word pussy. If I’m wrong, then maybe there’s a place for me in politics after all.”
“I’m not showing you a damn thing,” I chuckled. I tried to close the computer but Xari launched herself across my desk. Nearly landing in my lap. Her long lean lines were laid out on top of my papers and notes about characters while her leg hung off the side, brushing against my lap.
I pushed the laptop to the edge of the desk but it was too far out of my reach to close it so Miss Lucas got an eyeful of the sex scene I was working on.
Her greedy eyes ate up the words on the screen while my greedy eyes ate up her perfect body. My hands ached to slide down the curve of her back to grip her ass through the silk. I wanted to pull her on top of me and stuff her full of dick while she rode me.
“Fuck,” She said, sliding off my desk…finally. I was paralyzed while she was sprawled out like that. “You um…you have a way with words, Freeman.” When she stood up, her nipples were stiff pebbles.
“Yeah. Thanks. You weren’t supposed to see that.” I pulled the laptop close to me and shut it with a huff. “Look, you want help with your budget or not?”
“Um…yeah. Sure.” Her cheeks turned pink as she tucked a chunk of fluffy hair behind her ear.
“I’m sorry you saw what I was writing. If it made you uncomfortable, I apologize. But you did insist on reading it.”
“Uncomfortable?” A half-laugh escaped her. “You have to get to know me more. I’m rarely uncomfortable.”
“Then what’s that?” I asked, pointing to the pinched-pink hue on her cheeks.
“You really wanna know?” She smirked, showing off a hint of those dimples.
“I do.” I folded my arms and tipped back in my seat once my erection settled down. I knew better than playing this game with Xari but the whiskey helped to erase my common sense.
“This is my turned-on face,” she said gesturing to her gorgeous features. I tipped my head to the side and laughed.
“You got turned on reading that one page, huh? Doesn’t take much for you.”
“It’s a start.”
I intentionally let my gaze drop to her perfect tits, zeroing in on her nipples. I shook my head and ran a hand over my close-cut hair. “Let’s keep things professional, Miss Lucas. I’m sorry for overstepping my bounds.” I turned on the desktop computer and told her to pull up a chair.
“You know I’m never letting you off the hook, right? Now that I know you’re not the buttoned-up human yawn I thought you were, I’m going to fuck with you.”
I wished there was a way for me to let Xari know she was barking up the wrong tree. I understood where she got the idea of me being a stick in the mud from but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. The things I wanted to do to her were proof of that. Thank fuck she couldn’t see inside my mind.
“That’s unnecessary,” I said.
“Whatever, Freeman.” She made sure to enunciate as many letters as humanly possible, making me laugh. “Also, I saw the way you were looking at my tits.”
“You came in here empty-handed. Do you already know all of your numbers?” I asked, ignoring her previous statement.
“It’s all on my phone.” She pulled her phone from her pocket and waved it in my face before she sat beside me behind the desk. Her leg brushed against mine when she crossed one over the other. I had to get away from her subtle floral scent. I walked over to the bar and poured myself another glass of whiskey.
“You drink a lot,” she noted. Her eyes tracked me over the top of her phone.
“You pay too much attention to me.”
“What are you trying to drown, Freeman?” Her voice was a soft purr. She reminded me of a rambunctious, curious kitten that couldn’t stop getting into trouble.
“Let’s look at your income versus your expenses first.” I moved back to my desk and picked up her phone to look at the figures she’d put down. I learned that if I ignored Miss Lucas consistently enough, she’d let go.