Page 50 of A Convenient Secret
I can’t believe I fell asleep at all, but I guess after the previous sleepless night my body just shut down for survival reasons.
I told Cora about Mrs. Whitaker’s sneaky eviction, and I told her a very stripped-down version of the stabbing accident. Since, in my panic, I confessed about it in our friends’ group, I couldn’t avoid that one.
I didn’t tell her that Declan officially hired me. That for a moment there it made me happy, because who knew that childcare was something that fulfills me? It’s not like I would ever do what I had been preparing for my entire life. That life is only a shadow from my past.
At one point, I still believed my exile would be temporary, but eighteen months down the line I accepted that nothing would change. This is my life now. I’m a nanny for two beautiful kids.
My excitement died with that kiss.
My pussy clenches at the recollection, and for a moment I allow myself to relive it without letting theuncomfortable aftermath taint the memory. It was the hottest kiss.
I haven’t kissed many men.
Scratch that. I have only kissed boys in school. Kissing a real man, who devoured me with an intensity that made my ovaries dance a victory dance, is a novel experience.
And what an experience! I bite my lip, trying to recall the savage attack. My hand immediately traces the swell of my breast and travels lower, under the waistband of my panties.
I’m soaked. Just thinking about his tongue, his lips, his possessive grip and expert swirls and thrusts can get me off. But just in case… I slide my finger toward my clit. Circling around the sensitive spot, I moan.
The sound is indecently loud in Cora’s empty apartment. I should stop, but that kiss got me all riled up, and I need to release this tension. Or perhaps the buildup started months ago when I first heard Declan’s voice.
That voice.
My arousal escalates so quickly that a few minutes in, I come. My moan is long and guttural. My release is satisfying somewhat on the physical level, but completely unsatisfactory because it isn’t him drawing it from me.
Him.
Fuck. Declan is my new boss. In the light of day, it was smart that he put a stop to everything. And while my rational mind kind of agrees he made the right choice, the girl in me is hurting.
He didn’t want to even explore this because he needs me as his nanny. I’m just his nanny, and he wouldn’t fuck that up.
Screw him. He’s just my employer from now on. At least his kids are great. And they are the ones I will dedicate my time to.
When he asked me to stay and work for him, I deliberated for a moment, but in the end I decided to push my attraction to the side. Perhaps a mistake.
I pad to the kitchen and get a glass of water when I notice a note.
Help yourself to some breakfast and come over to the bistro. Cora
I take out milk and cereal and pull out my phone to search for an apartment. An hour later, I’m so discouraged by my prospects, I decide to take a shower and get out of here.
I’m about to enter Cora’s bistro when my phone pings.
Declan
I took care of your job at Summit Solutions. They are looking for an apartment for you closer to my place, so you don’t have a long commute.
Efficient as ever. An unexpected pang of anger sweeps through me. Mr. Almighty taking care of the poor homeless girl? Fuck him. Before I think better of it, I reply.
I don’t need your help.
The three dots dance around.
Declan
Are you sure?
Bastard.
