“Wow.”
“Mommy let me have planes on my bed.”
“She did?”
He nodded.
“This is not a room fit for a boy. We totally need to change this. How about you get changed, and we go shopping.” She clapped her hands together, rubbing them. If Wayne had an issue, she’d take the stuff with her at the end of her contract. The man was colder than anyone she’d ever known.
Unless he spent every single hour away from home, Timothy would invade Wayne’s life, and it wouldn’t be neat and organized.
She liked appointments, plans, and everything that dealt with outside of the home to be neatly organized, but once they were home, she liked to make a bit of chaos. The world outside when they grew up would be nothing but tamping down that wild behavior.
Like Wayne’s assessment of her yesterday. He’d been expecting an old witch with a stern face. Children didn’t need that, at least not from her.
Maybe she had it all wrong. Either way, she wasn’t going to change.
She checked Timothy’s clothes and saw a couple of items were threadbare and well-worn. She made a quick list of everything he’d need, and together they left the apartment.
Temperance always had a car seat in her car, and she strapped him in. “Are you ready for an adventure, Captain Timothy?” she asked, doing her best pirate voice.
He nodded and growled like a pirate back.
Laughing, she climbed behind the wheel and they went toward the first mall she found. Once there, she got sheets with planes on them, along with some children’s nightlights, some toys, and a few things to help him feel like he was in an adventure castle. With that done, she took him to buy some new pants, shirts, and socks. By the time she made it back to the apartment, he was sound asleep. She asked the man on the main desk to help her carry her purchases while she carried Timothy upstairs.
The morning was complete, and it was nearly one o’clock. While Timothy slept, she went through his clothing, placing it in the wardrobe. When that was done, she had lunch ready, and once he woke, they read through the boring contract together.
He asked a lot of questions, and she answered them as best she could, hoping she made sense.
Seeing nothing wrong with either document, she signed both, placing them at the head of the table for Wayne to see.
For the rest of the afternoon, she and Timothy got his room perfect for a mini adventurer. She began dinner afterward, giving him time to play. Temperance didn’t know if she should make a meal for Wayne. There was nothing wrong with having plenty, so she served him some even though he never arrived for dinner.
Chapter Four
Wayne entered his apartment and paused at the sound of the television. He’d totally forgotten about Timothy after Frances got back into the office and let him know that the nanny had turned up on time.
He made his way toward the sitting room and found Temperance sitting on the floor, reading the book in between watching a cooking show. She wore a pair of pajamas with rabbits on the front. Her raven hair cascaded around her face, and Wayne found himself utterly transfixed.
She tucked some hair behind her ear, exposing her neck, and he wanted more than anything to kiss right there. He wondered if she’d melt against him, her pussy burning with need for his cock, or if she’d fight the desire.
As he cleared his throat, she looked up at him.
“Hello,” she said, getting to her feet.
“How was your day?” His cock throbbed inside his pants. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over the nearest sofa and fuck her raw. It had been a long time since he was with a woman, and his desire for Temperance startled him with the fierceness of it.
“It was good. Timothy and I went shopping. His room wasn’t exactly … welcoming. I hope it’s okay. We’ve made a few changes.”
Silence fell, and he sensed she waited for something. For what, he didn’t have a clue.
“Would you like to go and see it?” she asked.
“What?”
“Timothy’s room. He’s sound asleep.”
“Oh, yeah, sure.”
She moved past him, and he followed her. The pajamas seemed to mold to her ass, and he wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and grip the flesh.
Temperance pressed a finger against her lips, opening the door.
Wayne didn’t know what to expect, and he didn’t really care. Staring into the room, he was amazed. Before, the room had been bland and like any other guest room. Temperance had turned Timothy’s main bed into an open cave. A nightlight showed stars on the ceiling, and there was color everywhere. He counted several posters.
Within the space of a few hours, she’d turned Timothy’s room into his own personal space.