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Thank God. I let out a sigh of relief. But no sooner do I step out of his car than I realize he might be lying. He must’ve at least heard my moans. Shit. I should’ve seen it coming with all those frequent fantasies about the man. I’ve been doing it every night, haven’t I?
Chapter 4
Henry
I help Mila out of my car and we walk uphill toward the lot where we’ll meet our client. She wobbles a bit on her high heels, and my hand flies to support her. She shivers as soon as my hand touches the small of her back, and then giggles. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have worn these heels if I had known I would be climbing hills.”
“You should take my arm,” I say to her. The hilltop lot is quite a distance from the street.
“Thanks but I’m fine,” she says stubbornly.
I do not insist, but I stay close to her side and get ready to lend her support as soon as it’s needed. As we climb uphill, I hear her panting and my cock twitches. I recall her earlier moans. I lied to her about not being able to hear the words she muttered. The truth is I heard every single word. I still don’t believe what I heard. Was she begging me to fuck her in her sleep? Who else could be thesirin her dream? Holy crap. It can’t be what she wants. She’s probably thinking about another man. Or maybe she was simply cursing.Fuck me, sir, that’s a lot of work.But no, she did not sound like she was cursing. Her voice was throaty, and she was squirming in her seat. Not to mention those loud moans.
The little girl was definitely having a wet dream about me. Fuck. My cock jolts at the realization. Ever since the day of her interview, I haven’t stopped thinking about her either and have jerked off at least once a day fantasizing about her. I’ve kept my lust in check because I know those thoughts are inappropriate. I’m her dad’s best friend, and I’m her boss and twice her age. I’ve been doing a good job hiding my feelings for her, and she’s also acting like a little adult. I wouldn’t know she wanted me if it weren't for that nap. Well, I felt chemistry between us that day. When I touched her hair, she blushed. She blushed the entire time when she was in my office. She was reluctant to speak to me. She was quite a puzzle to me. In one minute, she was stiff, looking as if she hated me. But in the next minute, she was checking on me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on her. It all makes sense now. This feisty little girl wants me. Holy fuck. How am I going to behave with that knowledge in mind?
The path becomes even steeper the higher up it gets. I hear Mila’s laborious breathing, and the breeze delivers her intoxicating perfume into my nostril. I grunt. I’m familiar with women’s perfumes and I’ve even bought them as gifts. But I’ve never smelled anything like this. It’s unique. It makes me think of ripe fruits and sweet juices… Damn. Get a grip.
As I’m fighting my dirty thoughts, Mila’s foot slips and she loses her balance right next to me. I grab her by instinct and steady her.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, I am,” she says, breaking free of my hold. But as soon as she puts weight on her foot, she yelps with pain.
“Damn. I must’ve sprained my ankle.”
I squat down and tell her to put her hands on my shoulder as I get hold of her injured foot. I remove her shoes and massage her ankle. “Does it hurt?”
“A little,” she says with a wince.
“Let me carry you,” I say.
Her jaw falls. “What? No way.”
“Why not? I’ve done it before. No big deal.”
Her cheeks turn pink. “But that was like eons ago.”
I chuckle. “I’m not that old, am I?”
“Sorry. It isn’t what I mean. You’re my boss, and I’m a grown-up. I’m too old for a piggyback ride….”
I don’t wait for her to stop talking. I stand up and sweep her into my arms. “You’re right. You’re too old for a piggyback ride,” I say. “But not too old forthis.”
Her eyes widen as she stares at me. “This is crazy, boss,” she whispers.
“Believe me. I prefer better ways to work out. But our client might be waiting, and I don’t want to be late.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to cause any trouble.” Her brown eyes look repentant.
“I know. But you’re also disobedient. If you had listened to me and held on to my arm initially, this would not have happened.”
Mila presses her lips together to fight back the tears, reminding me she has never been a crybaby. “Put me down, please. I can walk—fast.”
“Not a chance,” I say firmly. “I’m not going to let you hurt your other foot too.”
She wants to argue but swallows back her words.
I stifle a smile. “You’d better hold on to me tight if you don’t want to fall onto the ground.” I mean to scare her but my voice comes out gruff.
