Niall had no recollection of the happenings in the night he just woke up thinking he’d had a very intense dream about his wife, something that was natural given the circumstances he was sure. She’d been very good at pleasing him in bed, but how many others…
He cut his thoughts off there the pain too raw, too new. As Nettie placed a plate of ham and eggs in front of him he looked down at the food without seeing it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten.
“Why don’t you have a little something to eat sir? You haven’t eaten in days and you’re already starting to lose weight.” Bridgette lifted a forkful of eggs to his lips like she’d have done with one of the children and he found himself opening his mouth to her.
She smiled coquettishly as she slid the fork between his lips and did it again. Nettie stood at the sink with a look of total disgust on her face, slamming the dishtowel down across the lip of the sink before turning to leave the room.
“I’ll be upstairs tidying the rooms. Do you want me to change your bed today Mr. Niall?”
“What? Oh yes, sure, whatever you want.” Bridgette, who had been holding her breath for his answer released it with a come hither smile. He’d refused to have anything touched and she was sure it was his way of holding on to his dead wife. But now it seemed something had changed.
Maybe it was all the talk of the affair that was on everyone’s tongue. She’d even got one of her lovers who work at the post office to hint at such when he came to deliver the mail yesterday. She’d told poor Nigel that she was too afraid to do it herself but that the poor man needed to know the truth.
Since Nigel liked Niall, in fact he’d liked both the Davises, one of the only couples to give him a Christmas bonus every year, he’d seen no harm in it. Sure he felt bad for the poor guy. But men who marry much younger women should expect something like this to happen. Granted she didn’t need to die over it.
“What do you have planned for the day Bridgette?”
“I was thinking of spending the day in the pool.” No she hadn’t; it was hell keeping up with all three children in the pool, but she saw an opening and was about to take it.
“I figure it’s going to be hot today and since the pool is enclosed and it’s nice and cool in there it would be the best place for them, get them out of the house and back to doing normal things. I’ll just wait until Ms. Nettie is through with her chores so she can help me keep an eye on them.”
“Why wait? I’m here; I’ll help you keep an eye on them. Why don’t you get them ready and I’ll meet you there in five?” Her panties were already getting wet from the look in his eyes as he got up and left the table.
She hurried the children upstairs and got them all ready before leaving them in the nursery with a mountain of toys to distract them and headed into her room to get changed.
She tossed the old one piece she was accustomed to wearing when Sonya was alive to the back of her closet and pulled out the sexy micro mini two piece suit that matched her eyes from its hiding place. She couldn’t get into it fast enough.
She pulled a sheer wrap around her and headed back to the children, crossing paths with Nettie on the way. She ignored the sour look the older woman gave her and smiled secretly. You just wait until I become mistress here; you’ll be the first to go. She was sure the older woman wouldn’t approve of her and Niall’s new relationship, but she didn’t care one wit, it’s not like the old bag could give him what she could.
Niall felt like he had a new lease on life. He was determined not to spend another day, another minute on Sonya; life goes on. And though he didn’t plan on catting around town, giving credence to the ugly whispers that he was now coming to believe were true, there’s no reason he couldn’t enjoy what was right under his roof and seemingly on offer. He hadn’t missed the looks the young girl had been giving him at the breakfast table.
With that thought in mind he headed down to the pool, the enclosed pool, to join the delectable nanny and his kids. And when he remembered some of the things he and his dead wife had gotten up to in there, he hurried his step even more.