Page 93 of Mr. Infuriating

“It’s good, thank you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her staring at me as she ate, so I turned and asked, “What?”

“I’m just very confused right now. I haven’t heard from you since…” she trailed off as she glanced at Jake, who was happily working on his pudding. “And you show up tonight, a month later, and act like everything’s fine. And worse, I’m letting you.”

I knew she’d accepted my apology too easily.

“Let me explain…”

She cut me off. “No need. You don’t owe me anything. I just can’t figure out why you’re herenow.”

“I told you; I have a proposition for you.”

“Right, a proposition. Not to sound like a broken record, but why now?”

“Your phone call today made me realize how badly I owe you an apology. Plus, I thought we could help each other out.”

She took a quick intake of breath, and I noticed her nipples were pointed diamonds. Which, of course, made my dick jump.

Down boy! She’s not interested.

But her nipples hadn’t been stiff a minute ago, and it wasn’t cold in the kitchen, so I had to wonder what was up with her tits.

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Gretchen

I swallowed hard as my mind raced to what I thought his proposition was going to be.

I couldn’t decide if I was flattered, insulted, turned on, or a combination of all three.

“Like I said, I don’t think we should discuss that now.” I motioned my head toward Jake. “Maybe we could have lunch or something this week.”

“What time does he go to bed?”

My attention went to the clock on the microwave that read 6:19.

“Around seven-thirty.”

“I can wait. Or, if you’d rather me not be here that long, I can come back.”

“We have play time, then he gets a bath, and then we read a story… I don’t want you sitting around twiddling your thumbs.”

“I don’t mind. I’ve got my computer in the truck, so I can get some work done. I’ll stay out of your way.”

Of course he would. God forbid he have any more interaction with my child.

Although I did have to give him credit for how well he’d behaved around Jake tonight. A far cry from the first time they’d met, when he’d practically tripped over his feet running to his truck.

Fortunately, that interaction had been so brief, Jake had been none the wiser.

“I done!”

I took one look at my little guy and burst out laughing. His face and hair were covered in pudding.

“Oh my goodness. Did any of the pudding make it into your mouth, child?”

He just grinned at me in return.

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