“I trust you, Lex, it’s me I worry about. I can’t keep my hands off you, baby.”
She pops off the counter, padding barefoot across the room, quiet as a mouse. Circling her arms around my waist, she whispers, “I don’t want you to.” Her nipples rub against me, poking me through the thin fabric of her tank. I want nothing more than to strip her bare and kiss her all over.
I breathe her in, getting a whiff of her coconut scented shampoo.
“Get some sleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep.” Alexa’s dainty fingers slip inside the waistband of my boxer briefs. I grab her hand, preventing any further contact.
“Alexa,” Rochelle calls out.
“Go.” I move away from her.
Alexa nods and exits the kitchen. I grip the edge of the counter and let out a breath. I need a joint.
Out in the garage I fire one up. Then like the sorry bastard that I am I jerk off to thoughts of fucking Alexa bent over the hood of my wife’s car.
**
“I’m sorry, sir, but you can’t go in there. Dr. Neville is with a patient.”
I narrow my eyes on her. “Tell him James Thatcher is here to see him about his daughter.”
She finally looks at my cut and recognition dawns on the receptionist’s face. “Right away.” Her throat bobs, and she nearly trips over her own feet as she scurries down the hall.
A minute later the door opens, and the weasel shows his face. “You have no business coming here. We have nothing to discuss.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Your daughter needs a place to live.”
“I no longer have a daughter.”
“No you don’t. Alexa is dead to you, but I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to furnish an apartment to finish out the school year and supply her a car. And if you don’t not only will I make a call about the abuse she endured living under your roof, but I’ll also see to it you lose your license to practice.”
“You don’t scare me.”
“No?” I lift him by his throat and laugh as he struggles to free himself. “Don’t even think about it,” I warn the woman at the desk when she goes to pick up the phone.
I drop him.
He rubs at his neck. “Alexa won’t get a dime from me. Might as well pass her around at your clubhouse, but to be honest I doubt she’d be worth the trouble.”
I lean in close. “If I were you, I’d sleep armed and with one eye open. If I see you even look in her direction, I’ll buttfuck your world so hard you’ll beg me to end your meaningless life.”
The worthless asshole pisses himself.
“I’ll see myself out.”
I’m almost out the door when he calls out, “Wait.” I turn back, and he cowers under my stare. “Let me write a check.”
“No. You lost your chance to do the right thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Alexa doesn’t need you to take care of her. I’ve got her covered.”
“You come back, and I’ll press charges for assault.”
“Right. One eye open.” I slap his shoulder then depart.