Page 24 of Royal Fling
Dear Lord, what sort of ghost had possessed me? I was thinking and acting like a pubescent teenager.
But even so, the promise of a night with him made me giddy and impatient.
Seven
Luke
“What do you like for breakfast? How do you take your coffee in the morning? Do you drink coffee?” Fisayo asked yet again. More questions that I was eager to give answers to.
“Nonny, relax. You’ll make his head explode with all those questions,” August said, and I threw him a sneaky glance.
Had we actually kissed, or did I dream it? I had no idea came over me and made me do it, to close the distance between us and taste him, but I had, and I could still feel the warmth of his lips on mine.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” I told him and then turned to Fisayo.Nonny, as August liked to call her.
It was sweet to hear a grown man call his nanny by a pet name, especially with that mixed accent that made everything that came out of his lips pure perfection.
When August told her he’d invited me to stay the night, she practically jumped for joy. The whole evening had been a bit of a dream in all honesty. It was hard to believe I’d had dinner with my birth mom, someone who loved me without even knowing me. And it was obvious she did by all the food she’d prepared for me, how she looked after me, how she watched me.
It was an alien feeling, and not just because my mom had passed away so long ago.
There was a bond between Fisayo and I that I couldn’t quite explain, but it was this sense of familiarity you sometimes had with a stranger, and you didn’t want to go too fast too soon or risk freaking the other person and yourself out.
It was actually how I’d felt with Leo at first. After twenty years apart, he’d felt like a familiar stranger, and it had taken me a while to get used to him again. And the idea that he wouldn’t abandon us again for another twenty years.
“I’ll take you to the guest room,” Fisayo said, and I smiled, following her.
Just before we left the living room completely, I turned around and glanced at August, who gave me a warm, affectionate smile.
It sent flutters around my chest, making my heart pump faster.
Had I misjudged him at the airport? He’d appeared so arrogant and full of himself, but since last night, he’d been warm and sweet, albeit a little bit stiff. He was still rich, but seeing this side of him, the side that called Fisayo “Nonny” and the side of him serving our food instead of letting his housekeeper do it, painted a very different picture of him. A picture I liked.
Fisayo took me through a long corridor and then opened the door to an elegant, spacious room with clean sheets and a wonderful view of the London skyline.
“It’s a shame Beth couldn’t stay,” she said and opened the closet.
“She’s got an early start tomorrow, and she didn’t want to impose.”
I didn’t want to impose, either. But for some reason, the promise of more of August’s lips had thrown that concern out of the window.
Did that make me a terrible person? The fact that I was only spending time in my birth mother’s house just so I could kiss her employer?
“We’ve got some robes if you want to get more comfortable. They’re August’s, but I’m sure they’ll fit you just fine.”
I was sure they would. And the idea that they might smell of him was an added bonus that my cock also liked the idea of.
Now was not the time to get a boner. I shook my head and looked at the robes inside the closet. They were dark, earthy colors and looked made of silk.
“If you need anything, just ring the bell by the bed, and I’ll be right up,” she said and pointed to the bed.
Beside it was a table with a single lamp and a button on the wall behind it.
“What exactly do you do for August?” I asked. “Why do you live in?”
She smiled and dismissed the question.
“Because he needs me here,” she said.
