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Of course, I couldn’t say no to that. Not only was it adorable, but it also gave me the perfect getaway from Desmond and Alex. Right now, I cannot handle more of them, at least not without risking spontaneous combustion.

Thankfully, Addy is so tired that she doesn’t request a story, though Nathan said she usually does, which is fine. I have no problem reading to her; it’s the idea of being stuck reading to herwith Alex or Desmond that scares me. However, if I really stop to think about it, being stuck with Nathan isn’t much better. It’s not as if he’s less sexy. He’s just not openly flirting with me and saying dirty things in front of everyone.

Despite all of it, I can’t get them off my mind. I know when I close my eyes tonight, they will be there the same way they have been since our night together, and Nathan has been for the last few weeks now. It’s all very confusing and exhausting.

Why couldn’t Desmond or Alex have picked Addison up from the school when I was still just her teacher? This whole situation could have been avoided, and while it wouldn’t have helped me with Nathan because that probably would have ended any kind of flitting thing we had going on, or I thought we had going on, at least I would have understood what was happening.

Now I work for him. I am a Lawson employee who dreams of fucking not one but three of the Lawson men, and while I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels like this, it feels wrong.

I’m just going to need to buy some better toys and hope to god I can keep my hands to myself, despite it being one of the last things I want to do.

Chapter 16

What’s that saying, three days is a habit?

God, I hope not. If that’s the case, I’m one night's sleep away from inappropriate sex dreams becoming my normal, and I’m not sure I can handle that.

Just like I can’t seem to handle this damn coffeepot regardless of the few YouTube videos I’d pulled up in hopes of them explaining it.

Groaning in frustration, I exit the video and put the cup back in the cabinet, giving up on it for now. Maybe one of the guys can help me when they wake up. As of now, I haven’t seen anyone else yet, minus Ruby, of course, who sleeps a few feet away. The second I left my room this morning, he seemed to appear out of nowhere and hasn’t left my side since. Nathaniel had been a bit worried at first, but he seems to like me. I've never had a dog before, so it’s kind of nice.

“You're not supposed to be in the house.” A voice says from behind me, and I let out a shriek and just about jump out of my skin.

Turning around, I find Oliver standing in the doorway. What is with these guys and that doorway?

“So which one of them did you sleep with?” he asks, his voice harsh and nothing like it had been when I last spoke to him when he dropped off Addison at school.

“I’m sorry, what?” His question catches me off guard. I mean, I slept with his father and his cousin, but there's no way he could know that, right? Despite being almost positive, he doesn’t know that I feel my cheeks heat.

Damn my fair skin.

“Funny, I thought you were different. You really had me going there for a second, acting like you care about Addison. I should have known better.” Shaking his head, he pushes off the wall and walks into the kitchen, stepping around me to go to the coffeepot I’d just abandoned. “You're not supposed to be in the house,” he says again as he passes me, his lips pulled down in a frown.

Unfortunately for him, I didn’t get enough sleep last night to deal with his attitude without having coffee first.

“Actually, I am supposed to be here.” He stops turning to look at me with a raised brow, and I get the feeling he has more to say.

Too bad.

“For your information, I live here. As of yesterday, I started as Addison’s live-in nanny,” I tell him and get the satisfaction of watching his eyes go wide.

Serves him right.

“Shit.” He pushes a hand through his hair, messing up the perfectly combed look he had despite the early hours. Something tells me Oliver is a lot like Nathan, though, and that the time of day doesn’t matter when it comes to his appearance.

“I’m sorry, I thought…” he trails off, but he doesn’t need to finish. I know damn well what he meant. He made it abundantly clear.

His ears turn red, and despite being annoyed with what he said and the way he handled it, I can’t help thinking about how adorable he looks like this.

Damn my brain, I’m going to blame my dreams.

I decide to take pity on him, waving him off. “How about you help me make some coffee, and we call it even, because I’m about eighty percent sure that thing is made to confuse people.”

Oliver’s eyes narrow for a moment, turning to look at the coffeepot before turning back to me.

“Yeah, I can do that.” He sounds almost unsure, but I don’t question why. Right now, Ireallyneed caffeine.

I turn back to the cabinet and retrieve the coffee mug I’d just put away not two minutes ago. Despite the way he’d come in here, I’m actually happy he did. Maybe I can watch him and learn how to use the damn thing.

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