“I wouldn’t want to impose,” I say. “But thank you.”
“Faye.” Lola walks into the living room, her hands on her hips, staring at me. “What are you talking about? This is a great opportunity.”
I glance at Felix. He’s looking at me with those hard pale eyes, so difficult to read, downright impossible. I could stare into his eyes for hours and still have no clue what he’s thinking.
Or maybe he’s too clouded by my lust, my want.
Every time I look at him, I’m too busy thinking about all the things I’d do, he’d do, to accurately assess what’s going on.
“Wouldn’t I just get in the way?” I ask.
Felix shakes his head. “I could do with the help.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
I want to question him, but I’m aware of how Lola’s looking at me. It’s like she regrets making the suggestion to her dad as if my reaction hurts her.
“Then thank you,” I say, smiling as broadly as I can. “That would be wonderful. I promise I’ll be as useful as I can.”
I make a mental note to speak to him when I get a chance, to discuss the job properly…and to let him know he doesn’t owe me anything just because I’m his daughter’s best friend.
And then he’ll grab me, kiss me, and slide that strong hand down my body between my legs and…
“You’re welcome,” he says huskily.