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“Theo...” She beckons with her arms and that soft exhale. The way she says my name, my heart flips, squeezes.

I kiss her, sweetly, deeply, taste her musky flavor on her tongue and hold her but it’s not enough. I want to haul her to her feet and fuck her against the counter. I want to carry her to my bed and make love to her. I want…

She looks up, confused as I raise a finger in warning.Footsteps approaching.

Her eyes widen in horror, matching my expression, no doubt. We scramble to our feet with my heart pounding so loudly I’d swear it could be heard a mile away. She shoves me towards the pantry right before a small figure appears in the doorway.

“Ms. Quinn? Are you down here?”Holy shit!

“I’m here,” Quinn answers, hurrying towards Jill who’s clearly half asleep but awake enough to have sought out her bedmate. “Let’s go lie back down, okay?”

She shoots me a look over her shoulder, begging me to stay back and silent. As if I’m going to give my kid reason to question what her nanny and I have been up to.

The pair of them are disappearing back up the stairs but I hear Quinn tell Jill she was wanting some cream like a pussycat and I smirk to myself in the darkened kitchen. Her cream, her pussy.Mine.

She’s my employee, my children’s nanny but she’s something else. I’m not sure what that’ll mean tomorrow but I know one thing. The next time I have her, it won’t be on the kitchen floor and I’m going to lap up every bit of her cream behind a locked door before I’m done with her.

For now, I’m still doused with warm milk and in need of a cold shower.

16-Quinn

Jill had gone back to sleep quickly after disrupting my late-night encounter with her father. I hadn’t slept another wink despite the mind-blowing orgasm. What did wedo? What does thismean?

I don’t know.

I doubt he does either.

The following days don’t bring me answers as we’re busy with our routines, the children and are never alone. I think we’re both walking around on eggshells with each other. I know I am. We’re going to have to talk about it at some point. The thought of talking about it makes me nervous.Nottalking about it makes me nervous, too.

Today though, I’m stupidly excited, like Cinderella before the ball. Time to go dress shopping. I usually don’t care much for shopping. Go figure.

When I’d told my sister I needed a fancy dress for something this weekend, her eyes had gotten huge. She knows how the thoughts of a room full of people can undo me. And, upon being told who I was going with, she’d been stunned into silence for several minutes. Not a very encouraging sign. I can only imagine what she would’ve said or how she would’ve looked if I’d told her about Friday night in the kitchen.

“Do you think this is a bad idea, me going to the banquet with him?” I ask her as we head to the upscale boutique Lucas’s mom recommended.Do you think sleeping with him again would be a terrible idea? Because I’d really like to.

She gives her response some thought. “I think,” she says at length, “that this will complicate things, blur the lines. Granted, they were already complicated but, if you’re only ever going to be his kids’ nanny, it’s probably unwise.”

Disappointment bubbles up. I love being Ryder and Jill’s nanny but, secretly, I’m craving a different role in their father’s life.So, so stupid.

Once we reach the shop, I see the smartly-dressed saleswomen sizing us up within five seconds of walking in the door. We’re in jeans and our handbags are not designer. I really didn’t need to live thePretty Womanexperience, you know. At least, Isa’s with me.

However, when I explain that my employer has asked me to buy a dress for a black-tie event and hand over Theo’s American Express Black card, their eyes light up with dollar signs. Typical.

Sure, I could buy myself a dress but nothing like the ones they sell here and I don’t want to feel out of place on Theo’s arm. I think I like the idea of being on Theo’s arm way too much.

“She’ll make sure the card’s not stolen,” Isa grumbles when the saleswoman, who won a not-so-subtle game of rock-paper-scissors to wait on us, heads to the back to ‘find some potentials.’

Yeah, she probably will but she returns before long with a smile to match the commission she’s hoping to make, a rolling rack of dresses for me to try on and champagne. I didn’t know people actually did that in real life, drank champagne while trying on clothes. I can’t, of course. I’ve got kids to pick up from school in a couple of hours.

“Oh, the red one! It’s so sexy, Quinn!” Isa exclaims as the pair of them sift through the rack together.

“I don’t typically go for…”

“The red would look beautiful on you, miss,” our saleslady, Jena says. “And I think the purple, the ivory, the royal blue and black as well. Why don’t you try them all?”

Two sets of hands give me and my laden arms a push towards the changing room. I comply with partly feigned grumbling. No, I don’t enjoy shopping in general. This is all Theo’s fault.

Smirking to myself, I send him a text:I’m in over my head.

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