Page 89 of Beneficial Misfortune

No, that’s probably a bad idea. I should honestly pick up a Bible or something at this point.

Tonight, Addison was asleep not even five minutes into the story, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. She was always so sure she would be able to make it to the end that she would pick two books. So far, she has yet to make it halfway through one.

“Kat.”

I’ve only made it a few steps down the hall toward my room when Nathan’s voice stops me in my tracks. Turning back around, I find him standing just outside of Addison’s door that’s now closed behind him.

“If you could pack an overnight bag and meet me down by the front door, I’d like to take you somewhere for the night.”

It’s not exactly a request, but there’s still enough wiggle room in his words that I feel I could decline should I want to. Not that I do, but it’s nice to know it’s an option.

“What about Addison?” I ask instead of the hundreds of other questions swirling in my mind. Of all of them, that seems the most important, considering my job is as her nanny, and he’s her father.

“Oliver’s here and happy to spend the time with her.” His answer makes sense. I can’t imagine any of them would ever mind having her around, not with the way she has them wrapped around her finger.

Yet I still can’t help but feel bad.

He hired me to look after her. Not to mention, how will she feel when she wakes up and I’m not here? Will she think I abandoned her?

“It’s only for the night,” Nathan says as if he can read my mind, and I nod, biting my lip when I look up and see the way his eyes all but bore into me. How is it that he’s down the hall, but it feels like he’s right here? “Addison is more than used to us having toleave. She’ll be fine. Oliver will ensure she hardly has time to miss us.”

I bite back the urge to assure him that’s not my issue because it feels kind of silly to remind him of what he hired me for.

“Thirty minutes,” he tells me when I remain quiet. His voice is deep, almost that same authoritative tone I’ve heard him use with Addison, yet somehow sexier.

With that, he turns and makes his way down the hall opposite of me, toward his study, and I’m left staring after him, trying to convince myself to turn around and go to my room like I’d been before.

The faster we get ready, the faster we get to see him again and apparently spend the night with him somewhere that’s not here.

Shit, I probably should have asked him where we were going…

Shaking myself from my little trance, I quickly turn around and head toward my room instead of standing around wasting more time.

It takes me longer than it should to pack for a single night. Mostly because I have no idea what I should be packing. My brain goes through about a million different scenarios before I finally get frustrated with myself and just settle on a pair of pajama pants and a tank top, as well as a nicer bra and panties. I might have also changed out the set I’m wearing now for a nicer set because a girl can dream, damn it.

So far, Nathan hasn’t really touched me like that, at least not while I’m awake, but something in his eyes tells me he wants to, and damn it if I don’t want him to as well.

Only problem is the man makes me weak. I’m like a girl with her first crush around him, unable to do anything but drool and babble and hope for the best.

You’d think I’d be able to tell him what I want and how I feel after he watched Alex fuck me over his desk. I saw the way hewatched us together and felt his eyes as they lingered over every inch of my skin.

He wants me the same way I want him; I know it.

I just don’t know what’s holding him back.

I grab a few basic necessities from the bathroom and shove them in my bag before heading out. That took me way longer than it should have, but thankfully, not the whole thirty minutes. I’m not sure why, but I get the feeling Nathan wouldn’t appreciate me being late. The thought almost has me turning around as I come to a stop on the steps, debating what to do.

I might not mind him coming up to my room after me…

No!

What the hell, Kat? Get it together.

I make it the rest of the way down the stairs just as Nathan enters the foyer as well. Unlike me, he has no bag and, as always, has yet to dress down. I swear it’s like he sleeps in a suit; only on rare occasions do I see him in anything else, but even that is still somewhat formal.

With the exception of his bathing suit.

No, that’s not formal; if anything, it’s dangerous. Boss, father, important billionaire businessman, I don’t really care what label you pick. He’s still in shape, that’s for sure.

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