Page 145 of Dirty Husband

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"I uh…" Her expression gets sheepish. "I'm sorry I fell asleep last night. I wanted to—"

"Don't be. I've never had a better compliment."

Her cheeks flush. "I just, uh… I guess we should look happy here?"

No, we should fuck against that wall. Take off your panties. You're coming on my cock. Now. "We can get away with tired."

"Right." Her eyes pass over me slowly. It's different than the way other people look at me. More like she sees me. Like she sees something beyond a ruthless businessman. "I did appreciate the kettle. Thank you."

"Of course."

"And that oolong. Did my dad recommend it?"

I nod.

"Do you talk to him? Just the two of you?"

"Only about you."

She raises a brow.

"And Mariah."

"He deserves better—"

"She's a widow."

Oh.

"Her husband is her late husband. She hasn't been able to—"

She nods, immediately understanding. "Do you think they're… oh my God. Is it okay for her to work for him? Is that totally wrong? Should we find someone else?"

I can't help but smile. "Don't ruin his sexy nurse fantasy."

"That's my dad!" Her face turns bright red. Like she's a teenager, embarrassed by her parents kissing.

"We do mostly talk about you."

"He's probably having sex with her."

"Is that so bad?"

She looks at me like I'm crazy.How can you ask that!?!?!?

It erases the tension in my shoulders. Takes me back to a lazy Sunday afternoon, on the couch, watching one of those old movies she likes. "He did lecture me about treating you well."

"Well… in a normal way? Not a sexual way?"

I can't help but chuckle. "He didn't specifically mention that."

She stares at me like she's going to kill me. "You're evil."

I brush a hair behind her ear.

She shakes her headtrue, pure evilas she shakes the bell.

The softness fades immediately. No more memories of quiet afternoons or easy kisses or sunny skies.

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