Page 90 of The Baby-whisperer and the Brute
The house was quiet, which was to be expected—the girls were always in bed by this time.
My heart skipped a beat, anticipating Angelina’s reaction when I dropped to one knee and presented her with the tiny box.
Would she cry? Probably. I’d kiss away the happy tears and any others that occurred for the rest of our lives.
I checked the living room, the kitchen, even the laundry room for her. Where was she?
Maybe she’d gone up to take a bath as she loved to do most evenings. Maybe I’d join her. That thought got my pulse humming and had my cock straining my zipper.
Reaching the tall central staircase, I spotted something. It was small and red, lying on a stair about halfway up. Thinking it must be one of the girl’s toys, I climbed toward it and bent to pick it up.
It was a rose petal. What was that doing here? A few steps up there was another one. And then another and another.
I followed the trail of petals to the top of the stairs and down the wide hallway. It led to my bedroom.
With each step the butterflies in my stomach increased their frenzied flapping. I was shocked by Angelina’s very clear and very tempting invitation—she’d gone from virgin to advanced-level temptress in record time.Thank you, romance novels.
But of course I was fucking thrilled. She was the most desirable woman I’d ever known. I was deeply in love with her and eager to show it every chance I got. In fact, I planned to make it my new mission in life to ensure Angelina would never even think about another man.
Pushing open the bedroom door, I announced, “I’m home, Angel.”
All the warm feelings rushing through my body iced over in a flash freeze.
There in the middle of my bed, with the bed sheet barely covering her bare chest, was Anouk. She was smiling like she’d not only eaten the canary but had picked the bones clean and licked her fingers afterward.
“You’ve never called me Angel before,” she purred. “I like it.”
“Whatare you doing here?” I roared, then remembering my daughters were sleeping and Angelina was somewhere in the house, I stepped into the room and closed the door.
Moderating my volume, I demanded, “Get out of my bed.”
“Why?” she pouted. “Did you want to fuck me somewhere else?”
“No. I don’t. Why are you even here? What are you doing in Eastport Bay? I thought you were in Bali and then going to Paris.”
I glanced nervously over my shoulder at the bedroom door. Angelina could walk in here any minute. As far as I was concerned, it was her bedroom now, too, and after what we’d shared earlier today, she’d certainly expect to come in without a knock.
I didn’t even want to think of what would happen if she were to walk in onthissleazy scene.
When I looked back in Anouk’s direction, she’d gotten out of the bed, but the situation was no better. She was completely nude, strutting toward me in a brazen display of toned flesh she clearly expected me to admire.
“I missed you.” Reaching me, she stretched her arms up, as if intending to wrap them around my neck and press herself to me.
I took a step back. “Put some clothes on. There are other people in this house you know.”
“The girls are asleep.” She gave me a challenging grin. “Oh—you mean thebabysitter. I dismissed her. I’m sure she’s long gone by now. Where were you by the way?”
“Dismissed?” My voice was at a roar again, but I couldn’t help it. “What does that mean? You gave her the night off?”
“Is that not the right word?” Anouk asked. English was her second language, and sometimes she was uncertain of her vocabulary. “Let me clarify. I relieved her of her duties… fired her, let her go.”
I let out a frustrated sound, and my hands came up to clench in my overgrown hair. Better my scalp than my ex-wife’s neck.
“You had no right to do that. God only knows what she’s thinking right now. Where did she go?”
Anouk gave a delicate shrug. “How should I know? And why are you so upset? Oh dear, you two weren’t ‘fooling around’ were you?”
She made air quotes when asking, obviously assuming the answer was yes.
