Page 106 of Cabin Fever

My father nodded. "I had to pretend I didn't when you mentioned him. But Dash told me two days ago when he came home. The way Dash went on about his nephew, I can't imagine a better man for you, Olivia."

I stood and went over to Carter, sliding my arms around him and it felt like home. He was warm and strong and now; he was finally safe.

"I love you, Mr. Grumpington," I whispered into his ear as he turned and buried his head into my neck.

"Olivia, love isn't a big enough word for how I feel about you."

We stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying being together once again before he stepped back, taking my hand with him. "Come and meet my family."

There was no way I could resist the grin on his face as he said those words, so I followed. Knowing I would always follow him wherever he led me.

THIRTY-FOUR

Carter

"YOU THOUGHT YOU HADme, didn't you? But now the tables have turned," I whispered in her ear. My fingers curled under her chin, I pushed her head sideways and slid my tongue down Olivia's neck.

"But all I wanted to do was tidy up your bedroom. I wasn't trying to trick you, sir," Olivia said as I lifted her black French maid's costume. It was frilly and tight and made my dick hard the moment she walked into my bedroom in my grandmother's townhouse.

I'd been here a week speaking with the FBI and the press, letting the truth be known about what happened to my father and me. I especially wanted to let everyone know that Jason Loch, the man that shot my mother and sister, was being used by President Higgins.

My grandmother had hated the shooter for so long, it took me explaining how his family was destroyed as much as ours for the icy wall she put up around that man to begin to crack. While she didn't know if she could forgive him, she felt sympathy for his family.

She found out his son, the man that broke into my cabin a few weeks back, was jobless. She decided to hire him as an office manager at Unlimited Life, an organization she created to help children with special needs.

I never told Olivia but when I met with the sheriff when her sister came to visit the cabin, I told him I wasn't pressing charges. Since nothing was stolen, the sheriff let the guy go. I planned to go tomorrow to his home in Maryland and offer him the job. It's not much, but I bet he'd be happy for a chance to work.

"With no panties? Bending over to dust and to taunt me with your perfect ass."

I released her chin and my finger traced down her neck past her chest until it found her spiked nipple. Her mouth fell open as I twisted it through the black top.

My other hand slipped from her hip and around to her cheek, digging my fingers into her flesh. Her facade slipped. Olivia's eyes became molten as she groaned. I knew she wanted to beg for more, but it was her idea to roleplay maid and lord of the manor. When she came to dinner at my grandmother's Sunday night and saw the decor, the notion popped into her head.

I tried out my British accent on her to try it out that night, but she put a stop to it immediately. Her only rule—no accents.

"They fell off while I was scrubbing the tub."

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