Page 96 of That First Night
At that moment, I feel her presence before I hear the faint sound of heels against the hardwood floor. I take one more sip of whiskey before I place it on the cart. I turn around and the second I do, my heart stops.
She’s breathtaking.
Air is trapped in my lungs as I stand where my feet are planted. My mouth parts as I take her in. My eyes begin to scan her from top to bottom. She’s wearing the most beautiful black gown with a neckline that dips well below her breasts, exposing the perfect cleavage line of her tits, which also shows me that she is not wearing a bra.Fuck. Me.My eyes continue to scan down her body and they land on the slit of her dress that exposes her long, slender legs. My tongue instinctively runs over my bottom lip as my eyes graze down to her heels. She’s wearing black open toe shoes and I can see a mark of red on the edge of one of them.
Fucking red bottoms.
A grin forms on my face as my gaze travels back up her body until our eyes meet and I can see the smile on her face, too. Her hair is pulled up in a bun on top of her head. This isn’t one of her usual messy buns, but a perfectly placed elegant bun with small wisps of hair to frame her face.
She’s simply stunning.
I finally move my feet to walk towards her, my eyes never leaving hers. The closer I get, the more she has to tip her head up to keep eye contact with me. I take a closer look at her features, and I take note that she is barely wearing any makeup. She doesn’t need it, honestly, because she is flawless without it. However, the makeup she is wearing is the perfect amount to bring out her long lashes and brighten her pink lips.
“Is this okay?” she asks as she breaks the silence.
“This is more than okay.” I smile down at her. “Peyton, you are so fucking beautiful. You’ve taken my breath away.”
She takes a small step back and gives a little twirl. “So, you like it?” She beams up at me as she finds her footing again and her hands land on my chest.
“This dress was made for you, baby.”
“Thank you,” she says as her cheeks turn the lightest shade of pink.
My hand finds the side of her face and my thumb lightly strokes her cheek bone. I can’t take my eyes off of her. “Listen,” I sigh. “I have to tell you something.”
The smile vanishes from her face, only forcing my smile to grow.
I don’t wait for her reply before I continue. “You’re fired.”
“What?” She gasps as she takes a step away from me and begins to shake her head. “What do you mean? Why? I can’t be fired, Thomas. Did I do—”
I cut her off by stepping back into her space, wrapping my hands around the sides of her face, thumb resting on her jaw line and silencing her when my lips crash against hers. At first, she doesn’t kiss me back but as I kiss her harder, she melts into me. There is no better feeling than kissing Peyton and feeling her body relax into me. Her arms wrap around my head, and she kisses me back with as much desire as I kiss her with.
After our moment, I pull away and she looks perfectly sated. Her lips are swollen from our kiss, and I am sure I am wearing some of her pink lipstick. I run my thumb across her bottom lip. “I can’t date my son’s nanny, Sunshine.”
“So,” she pauses to gather her thoughts. “Because I’m your date tonight? Do I get my job back tomorrow?”
She’s so fucking cute when she’s delusional.
“No.” I shake my head.
“But, Thomas… I need this job.”
“And I need you.” She doesn’t respond to my comment but her eyes snap back up to mine. “I need you, Peyton. I need you as more than just James' nanny. I want to makeusofficial.” She shivers. “I want you in my bed every fucking night with your legs tangled in mine and the heat of your body pressed against me. I want to wake up with my head between your legs for breakfast before breakfast,” I chuckle. “And I…” Fuck, saying those words are hard.
“I know.” She silences me with her finger pressed to my lips as if she can sense my nerves. “You don’t have to say it, Thomas.”
“Peyton,” I drag her name out, and I’m sure she can now sense the desperation in my voice.
“I want all of those things too, Thomas.”
“Tell me you mean that.”
“I do.” she nods her head. “I really do. I want you. I want it all with you.” I answer her with a kiss, but she pulls away. “What am I going to do about work now?”
“About that.” I run my hand through my hair. “I got you a parting gift.”
“A parting gift?” She laughs. “Is this a ‘hey, you’re fired’gift?”
