Page 42 of The Christmas Nanny

“Yes, Sir.”

He returned to the chair and motioned me forward. I crawled to where he sat, and he patted his lap. “Come to me.”

I crawled onto Quartermain’s lap, and he held me against his chest. The man really had changed since our time together years ago. He moved my hair back away from my face and kissed my forehead.

“I don’t understand what’s going on,” I said. “If you wanted me, why not just come to my apartment and say so.”

“That’s too easy, my slave. You needed to see what you would be missing by saying no.”

“Why me? You have all that fucking money and could have any woman you want. Why do things like this?” It was a question I needed answered.

“Do you remember what you told me our last night together?” He raised my chin, and I met his blue eyes. The gray at his temples made him look astute, intelligent, and, most importantly, desirable. “You said if you had my kind of money, you’d make sure you never lost it.”

“I remember that.”

“Someone has been snooping around my business dealings, and I think it’s Stephanie. I think she’s going to try to take everything I have.”

“That’s why you want me to get information from Jacob.”

“Not anymore, Christine. I don’t want you around that young man.” He moved his hand between my legs, pressing a pinky finger against my pussy. “I want you to keep an eye on Stephanie. She’s doing it. It has to be her.”

“Okay,” I said. Shifting in his lap, I put my arms around his neck and straddled him. “Will Sir make love to me?”

Quartermain reached between us and freed his cock. He pulled me forward, and his cock slipped inside, filling, pleasing, his hands on my hips. His eyes stayed on mine as I rode him. I came, and he didn’t, though he stayed hard. Everything about him had changed, and I couldn’t deny it anymore. I wanted to be with him. I wanted someone who could care for me. I pushed away the thought that someday he could toss me to the curb and find himself someone younger, sexier, and more gullible.

Chapter fourteen

Jacob

“You let him run you off,” Stephanie said. “That’s exactly how he retains his power—people doing what he says.” She walked past Slim Shady, ignoring him, and sat on my bed. “You’re not getting her back.”

“What makes you think that? Christine isn’t interested in a man like Quartermain.” I grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-kitchen and fixed Slim a food bowl. “Not every woman is a golddigger.”

Stephanie laughed and joined me in the kitchen. Take away the bitch in her, and she was one of the most beautiful women in the world. “I’ll bet you five thousand dollars that she wants nothing more to do with you.”

“I’ll take that bet.” I placed Slim’s bowl on the floor and stepped away while he ate.

“You’ve already proven everyone can be bought. Throw in the older man younger woman trope, and you’ve lost her.”

“As opposed to the younger man, older woman like you and me?”

“I haven’t heard you complain.”

“You act like he’s not meeting your needs,” I said.

Stephanie chuckled and crossed her arms. Her eyes twinkled in the room’s light. “We haven’t fucked in years.” She laughed again, seeing my surprise.

“Why stay with him?”

“I’m trying to figure out how not to.”

I nodded, the answer clear. “It’s his money, not yours. Did you sign a prenup?”

“That’s none of your business, Jacob. I didn’t bring you here to be my financial advisor.” Her smile disappeared, and her eyes stopped twinkling. “Yes,” she said. “But I’ve been putting money away for years just in case.”

“But you won’t live in an eight thousand square foot mansion.”

“It’s ten thousand.” She started to leave.

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