“Seriously, Chelsea,” he continues, deliberately avoiding my gaze. “You set the rules. It’s totally up to you. We don’t ever have to do anything ever again. But you would make a really fabulous nanny. We would be lucky to have you.”
She smiles, softly at first, then it turns into a genuine grin. “You guys are pretty okay, you know that?”
“Does that mean yes?” I ask.
She squinches her nose, wrinkling up the freckles in a subtle accordion fold.
“I kind of already have a job,” she cringes. “I am completely flattered. Really, honored? And totally tempted! Really!”
I make a mental note to punch Chance right in the face at my earliest opportunity.
Sighing, she lets her shoulders droop.
“And really? I should probably be getting back there. I probably should. But this has been so great.”
My stomach knots up. What the hell just happened here?
“I thought you were staying the whole weekend? It’s only Saturday?” I blurt out like a teenager.
“You can take the car,” Chance smiles gallantly. “You can keep it for the whole weekend if you want to. Live a little. And come back anytime!”
“You’re so sweet!” She sighs wistfully.
Her bare feet make small noises as she slides across the room and leans forward to kiss Chance on the cheek. He glances at me over her shoulder, apologetic and somewhat shell-shocked.
“Yeah, sure,” I mumble as I try to recompose myself. “Come back anytime.”
“I guess I better shower, then,” she smiles prettily. “Thanks so much, you guys, I mean it.”
As she leaves the room, I don’t even know what to say. That is not at all how I saw that going. Chance offers me an apologetic shrug before leaving, but I don’t feel like saying anything at all.
Chapter 10
Chelsea
The car ride back to Evanston is peaceful and relaxing, but I just can’t seem to focus. I’m buzzing like I am high or drunk. Everything is sizzling. I can feel my whole body, from my toes to my hairline.
And my thoughts are swirling. Should I have left so early? Yes. I had to. There was no way I was getting through today and tomorrow without fully jumping their bones. I know myself. This is a whole new level of crazy horny. This is totally unlike me.
If I had stayed in that house with them, we would be doing unspeakable things by now. But I have a job, and a life, and a… boyfriend.
Guilt surges in the pit of my stomach. Ronnie. Oh, shit. What am I going to say to him?
I don’t know. Do we even talk anymore? Not really. I’m practically no more intimate with him than he is with Janet or any other employee. I pretty quickly realized that I thought we were business partners, but he just figured me for another employee. Nothing serious.
In fact, were we ever serious? That’s a good question. If we were, I can’t really remember it.
I am positive I never sat around with my thighs jammed together trying not to feel how wet my pussy was. That never happened with Ronnie.
That is what is happening to me now.
I want to feel guilty… I know I should feel guilty… But thoughts of Jack and Chance keep crowding out anything else that wants to occupy my mind. Chance’s hands on my hips, guiding me, grinding me against his hips. Jack’s soft yet firm lips, prying my lips apart. The sweet taste of his mouth. Isn’t that crazy? I could drink him.
The surge of wetness between my legs is shocking, abundant. It comes with a pang of something almost like pain. Tentatively I reach down and brush my fingers against the outside of my jeans, shocked to find I have practically soaked through. Shocked still to find that just that brush sends tremors of pleasure through my body.
I’m not going to be able to ignore this. I know it. I’m on fire. Those men did something to me, flipped some switch. Turned me on, and now I have to wonder how I will ever get turned off again.
Squinting toward the driver, I take a look at the rearview mirror to see if he is glancing back at me, but he isn’t. The Mercedes is luxuriously large. In fact if I slide way over to one side, he would have to deliberately turn around to really see what’s going on.