Page 25 of The Forbidden Sitter
Jasmine’s face lit up like a Christmas tree as a thought crossed her mind. “I’d love to meet your son, Gannon. Oh, please, allow me to come to dinner. I just have to meet him. Please.” Batting her thick false eyelashes, she was working hard at getting the invitation. “Maybe—after your sitter puts the boy to bed—you could do the same for an old friend. A friend who’s been aching for a good old-fashioned fucking for months now. You do recall how great we were in the sack together, don’tyou?”
How could I forget? The woman had been nearly insatiable. She’d done anything I wanted her to and then some. Fucking her could have replaced a workout, it was so intense and physical. But it wasn’t love. It was justfucking.
Why am I thinking aboutlove?
I didn’t love anyone. So why not take Jasmine up on her offer? Why not let her come over and take her to my bedroom for thenight?
Because you care about Brooke, youdumbass.
Ohyeah.
But I had to put that behind me. I had to do something to make that happen. And if I took Jasmine to my bedroom, Brooke would definitely see that, and she’d start to look at me differently. Not the way she was currently looking at me. Like a nice guy. Like a guy she wanted to lose her virginity to. Like a guy she cared about, and who she thought cared about her in away.
Looking at Jasmine as she bit her lower lip, deliberately trying to entice me—a thing she wasn’t doing in the least little bit—I made a decision. One that might do something that would end this idea that Brooke and I could be anything more thanfriends.
Even as my brain told me to go forward with this plan, even as I looked at Jasmine and saw her as a big phony fake woman, I knew I had to do something to stop the thing that was progressing between my best friend’s baby sister and me. But damn, I didn’t wantto.
“I don’t know,Jas…”
“Please, Gannon.” Jasmine batted those lashes again as she moved her hand along the inside of my thigh. “Gannon, I need you. You left me high and dry, without a word to let me know what I’d done to lose you. I was devastated. I know you didn’t know that, as you didn’t bother to call and see how I was taking ourbreakup.”
“We weren’t really together, Jasmine. We spent some nights together, but we weren’t a couple. Both of us were free to do as we pleased. No words of love were everexchanged.”
She held up her hand to stop me. “Oh, I beg to differ, Gannon. I told you on most of our sexual occasions, once you’d made me come like a demon, that I loved the way you fucked me. Words of love wereexchanged.”
Howshallow.
How unlikeBrooke.
And how perfect for Brooke to see me as the man I really am, instead of the man I am with her and myson.
“I’m not promising you that you can stay the night or even come into my bedroom, Jasmine. I’m not sure I want that sort of thing going on now that I have a child in my home. I want the kid to grow up respecting me. And having women over just to fuck them isn’t a thing I want him thinking isright.”
She smiled. “How progressive of you, Gannon. Perhaps this boy is bringing out the man in you. The man I always knew you could be. So, let’s take this thing slowly then. Dinner tonight, and we’ll go from there. I think I’ll adore this new man you seem to have become. Fatherhood suitsyou.”
“Should I send my driver for you?” I got up, getting ready to leave as I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable about the wholething.
“No, I’ll have mine take me. Around eight?” she asked as she got uptoo.
“No. Around six. Braiden, that’s his name, goes to bed at eight. So we eat at six.” I looked up for a moment, asking my parents up in heaven if this was the right thing to do. And just like always, they didn’t answerme.
“I’ll be there.” Then her hands were on my arms, and I looked down at her. She caught my lips with a soft kiss. A kiss that did absolutely nothing for me. “Bye,Gannon.”
“Bye,Jasmine.”
As I walked away, I couldn’t help but feel I’d just made a terrible mistake. But what could I do to fix that? And should I fix it, or leave it like it was? It would probably do the trick. It would probably have Brooke looking at medifferently.
Each step I took had me thinking more and more about that. Did I want Brooke to look at me differently? Or did I want her to always look at me the way shedid?
Part Three
Chapter16
Brooke
Braidenand I were sitting in the playroom I’d made him in one of the never-used living areas of the massive home. He and I had gone to the store earlier to find things to put in it. I’d found all types of fun, colorful educational toys to use to help him, and a potty chair too. I He was a little behind developmentally, probably because of the total lack of love from his mother, but I was sure Braiden was super smart and would make up for lost time with my help. He was definitely eager, and more than willing to play all kinds ofgames.
When the door to the room opened, and there stood Gannon, looking at us as we were sitting on the floor playing with blocks that had letters and numbers stamped on them, I looked at my cell to see what time it was. “You’re home. I guess the time got away fromme.”
