Page 17 of Love Me Not

No, there was no doubt that she recognized me.Because, even if she had never taken off her mask, I would've recognized her.

But as she held the door open for me, her posture gave nothing away.She acted like this was the first time she was seeing me.Like I truly was some stranger that she had just randomly hired to look after her kid.

She looked taller than she did at the club, standing at least a foot over me as she looked through me with those deep brown eyes like I was nothing.

Maybe it was because she was on her knees between my legs most of the time we were together.Or crawling on top of me.Or behind me, her head buried in the crook between my neck and my shoulder, teasing me as she brought me to orgasm over and ove?—

Enough.

It was bad enough that she was suddenly my new boss.I didn't need to make it worse by replaying everything that happened that night at the club.I could pretend not to know who she was too.It was probably better this way.

But I made a mental note to immediately call my boss as soon as I was off.I knew this job was too good to be true.

A rich family with additional pay and a bonus?That should've tipped me off right away.But I had been too blinded by the stress of having money only to realize that it would actually be gone in no time if I didn’t work at all.

I didn’t know what was more surprising.That I’d meet her again so soon after she fucked me better than anyone ever had or that she had a child.

Lux didnotseem like the motherly type.Hers was more of aDon’t fuck with mevibe than aCome on, baby, let me get you a juice and a snackvibe.I couldn’t even imagine her changing diapers, let alone taking care of a child well enough for her to last until the age of eight.

Since the job was so last minute, I didn't get to study the file like I normally would have.I actually just glanced at it before I got out of the car and noted that I would be taking care of an eight-year-old named Bella, who had gone through almost every single nanny in our agency.Which meant trouble for me for sure.

But there was a bigger problem than the eight-year-old.There was no way I’d be able to see this job through with her being my boss.No matter how much I still wanted to, I couldn’t spend my days thinking about fucking her.There were some lines I wouldn't cross.

I was a professional, after all, which was why I was so highly rated—and recommended—at my agency and why I was able to keep up this job for so long.

Selfishly, I let my eyes drift down her lean, suited figure.Heat ran through me at the small bit of tattoo peeking out of her cleavage.Back in the club, I had gotten a lot closer to that tattoo.She had never fully undressed, but she had unbuttoned her shirt enough for me to get a good glance at the way it worked its way down from her chest to her stomach.

I fantasized about licking it.About following that trail down and seeing just how far it went.

She cleared her throat, forcing my eyes back to her face.

“Done checking me out?”

Holy shit.

My face heated and I let out a panicked laugh.Yeah, this is definitely a different side of the girl who made me come enough times that I forgot my own name.

“Just curious about the tattoo,” I lied.“Beautiful house.”

I walked in, looking around at the massive space in front of me.Never in my life had I lived in anything so magnificent.Crown moldings, shiny marble flooring, black leather sofas that matched the black tables and other furniture splashed all around.

She had a very specific style.Dark, sleek, elegant—much like her as a human being.It fit her well, and it almost seemed a little bit too intimate to walk into it.Like I was seeing a part of her that strangers never would.

Strangers.That includes me, the girl she fucked once at a BDSM club.

The house was large and open, giving me a perfect view into the kitchen and backyard.I took it all in, noting that even with a child, everything was pristine.

“Bella is in the back,” she said, shutting the door behind us and walking past me.I took it as a cue to follow her.“Her chef is out at the store.She’ll be back later.Her driver’s number is on the fridge, but for today, please stay here.”

I let out a little hum of agreement, not really expectingthislevel of richness when my boss warned me about them.

If she had a million dollars for a single night with you, it’s no wonder her house looks like this.

Maybe that’s how she managed to raise a child.By throwing money at her.Buying her people to take care of her instead.

I bit my tongue trying to stop the rude thoughts from swirling through my mind.

There was nothing wrong with having the means to give all this to a child.If I did, I’d also want to give my kid everything I could.A chef to make them nutritious meals.A private school to make sure they got the best education.All the beautiful clothes money could buy.

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