Page 43 of Worst Nanny Ever
“You don’t need to?—”
“I’m getting you a different shirt, because yours is transparent, and we’re not done with this conversation.”
Her eyes widen slightly, and I can’t help it. My gaze lowers to her tits again, taking in the sweet curve of them under her shirt. I’m still worked up, and right now I want to push her against a wall and take that shirt off myself. I want to lower my head and lick off the soda.
I feel her staring right back, and the urge pulses stronger as blood funnels down to my dick.
“Your shirt is covered in glitter,” she remarks, reaching over and skimming the hem of it with her fingers. “Are you going to change too?”
I grab her hand, and her gaze immediately darts to mine, full of the same kind of heat that’s pulsing through me. I should drop her hand. I need to. But I hold on and edge closer.
My ringing phone pierces the moment, which is probably for the best, because it’s the ring tone I assigned toher.
To Lilah.
Gold Digger.
I release Hannah’s hand.
“You should get that towel,” I say. “I have to take this.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
I consider it for half a second, even as the phone keeps ringing, then shake my head. “No. I’d like you to stay.” I pause, letting myself take one last look at her before she leaves. “You can grab a shirt from my dresser.”
She surprises me by lifting onto her toes to kiss my cheek, her full lips soft against my skin. Before I can say or do anything, she turns and walks back toward my bedroom. I’m still watching her swaying ass as the ringer stops. Then starts again. My bedroom’s going to keep smelling like her…
I’m surprised by the little voice in my head that says,Good.
I check my phone and am annoyed to discover it’s a video call, and even more annoyed to see Lilah’s in a sparkly red dress, calling me from a restaurant. I answer the call as I head over to the couch and lower down.
“Is Ollie awake?” she asks.
“No. It’s past ten.”
“Tell him I’m sorry I missed him,” she says, but she doesn’t look particularly surprised or sorry. “But I actually need to speak withyou.”
“Oh?”
She plays with a strand of her hair, drawing this out. “Someone sent Roland a glitter bomb and some other unwanted deliveries, and he thinksI’mbehind it.”
I hear a stifled laugh and glance back to see Hannah standing in the threshold leading to the back end of the house. Ido a double take at the sight of her. She has swapped the soaked T-shirt for one of my Garbage Fire T-shirts.
Does she know what she’s doing to me?
Probably.
I’ll bet she likes it too. Not in the way Lilah would—because a man’s desire gives her power—but because she loves to tease and laugh.
“Travis?” Lilah says shrilly, recapturing my attention. “Were you behind this?”
“Are you seriously asking me if I sent your husband a glitter bomb?” I ask, sounding pretty convincing, if I do say so myself. “Does that sound like something I would do?”
There are other things I’d like to say to her, an ocean’s worth of anger I’d love to unleash, but I don’t need more drama with her. The only thing I want from her is her continued absence. She’s already been gone for six weeks. Only two and a half more, and she’ll meet the state’s threshold for child abandonment. So I don’t want to do or say anything that’s going to piss her off enough that she decides to end her little hiatus early and try to take Ollie away to spite me.
She narrows her gaze on me. “Is thatglitteron your clothes?”
A strangled sound issues from behind the couch, but I manage to keep a straight face. “It’s from a school project I helped our son with.”
