Page 23 of Spoil
Understanding strikes, and her face softens.
But she stubbornly refuses to ask.
So, I do it instead. Adopting a high-pitched girly voice, trying to imitate her, I ask, “So, Daniel, girlfriend? Fiancé? Wife? Asking for a friend...”
She rolls her eyes at me and huffs.
“Why, thank you for asking, Penelope,” I tease. “No. You can tell yourfriend:No girlfriend. No fiancé. No situationship. No one thinking we’re anything, where I keep it intentionally vague. No friends with benefits. No women in my life whatsoever except for my coworkers. And I have a strict rule about coworkers.” I drop my voice and pull her closer to me.
We never got a chance to talk about what we wanted from each other. So, I’m happy that she’s upset about it. That she seems jealous. But she’s not done. She still won’t meet my eyes.
“But there’s more...”
She huffs out another annoyed breath. “I couldn’t sleep last night because I was thinking if the cum-soaked sheets I clean were any of yours,” she admits quietly, her voice strained with pain.
I wrap my arms around her.
“I’ve never used any of the rooms with someone else. I haven’t touched another woman since this one girl in a private lesson stole my damn heart when she left.”
She looks up at me, shocked. “What do you mean, with someone else?”
I wince. Please don’t let this be a deal-breaker. “I’ve put on a couple... solo performances...”
Her eyes get a faraway look in them as she works out what I mean.
“Fuck,” she says on a sigh.
“But I’ll stop them if you want me to. No one gets to see this anymore than you. If that’s what you want.” I pull back to watch her face.
“I think I want to watch,” she confesses, still sounding dazed.
“I’ll put on a show for you right now if you want.”
She shakes her head. “I want to watch people watch you.”
I nod slowly, wrapping my head around my kinkier-than-I-thought Nell.
I escort her inside and set her bag down on the counter. “And you?” I ask.
“Me?”
“Any boyfriend? Fiancé? Husband? Asking for me now, not a friend.”
Her smile is shy, and I know I made the right decision by crashing her work shift. I had debated whether it was too pushy, but if she can’t get time off, I want to spend time with her working.
She shakes her head. “No one else for me, either. I got busy with work and being a mom, and dating never seemed worth it. I was content.”
“Were?”
“I’d had one magical, incredible day with a man, and I just knew no one would be able to top that. So, that memory kept me warm at night.”
I pull her against me again, tracing my thumb down her lower lip. Getting to touch her again feels like a fever dream.
“Can I kiss you?”
She pushes off of me gently. “I have work to do.”
I let her go and clap my hands together. “Great. Kiss after work.”
