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I found myself wondering what would’ve happened if Seth had made a move. A grin formed, I knew the answer. The only question was if he’d give me what we both wanted.

Chapter 7

Seth

My encounter with Gen had been far too close for comfort. As I made my way down the hall away from her room, my cock half-stiff, I was in shock at how close I’d come to giving into what I’d wanted from the moment I’d laid eyes on her.

Goddamn, had she looked good. Her flushed face, her sleepy eyes, her parted lips... I’d wanted nothing more than to push her onto the bed, shut the door, and fuck her brains out. Feelings like those weren’t common with me. But there was something about Gen that brought them out.

What was it about her? Sure, she was stunning, quite possibly the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. But there was something more to her than that, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Whatever it was, all I could think about was indulging my desire, taking her for myself.

When I reached the door to Bobby’s room, I took a few moments to compose myself. I could hear the little man babbling on the other side, a smile taking hold as it always did whenever I was around him.

I opened the door and entered. Bobby was there, along with Liza, one of the members of the house staff. Liza was tall and trim, with short black hair and a long face. She loved Bobby, and never passed up the chance to play with him.

“What is this?” Liza held up a toy dinosaur, Bobby’s favorite kind of animal.

He didn’t respond with words, instead he stood up, stomped his foot, and let out a big roar. I laughed, folding my arms over my chest and leaning against the door.

“And what is this?” she held up a stuffed dolphin. Again, Bobby didn’t respond with words, instead swooshing his palm through the air in the way a dolphin might move through the water.

At this point, Bobby noticed that I was in the room. His blue eyes flashed, and he hurried over to me with his arms outstretched.

“There’s my man!” I opened my arms to greet him, pulling the guy into a big hug. “You having fun with Miss Liza?”

He stepped back, nodding slowly without saying a word.

“How’s he been?” I gave Bobby’s shoulder one more squeeze as I stood up.

“Excellente,” she replied. “I happened by as he woke up, and figured I’d take the chance to give him a little more time to practice speaking.”

I glanced down at Bobby, who’d already gone back to his toys. The issue of him not speaking had been weighing on our minds heavily for the last couple of months.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Liza smiled as she spoke. “But trust me when I say now is too soon to worry about such things. My oldest, Thomas, didn’t say his first word until he was just over two.”

“Bobby’s just over two.”

She pursed her lips. “I understand. But every child learns at his or her own pace, and you have to remember that he’s suffered a trauma with his parents suddenly being gone from him. The important thing is that he understands you. He knows what a dolphin is, knows what a dinosaur is, and so on. Only a matter of time before he starts talking.” Another smile. “And take it from me, once they start chatting away part of you will miss those days when they only babbled and laughed.”

I smiled back at her, glancing down at Bobby as he played.

“Thanks for your help, Liza.”

“Mon plaisir. If you’d like me to spend a little more time with him, I’d be more than happy to. I only ask that you let Mathilde know that you request I do so. I’m supposed to be tidying the hall and she’s a little bit of a stickler when it comes to staying on task.”

“Thanks, but I can take it from here.”

She nodded. “Of course.” Liza turned to Bobby. “Bye-bye my little man.”

He waved at her, the closest he came to real communication. Liza gave me one more polite, professional smile as she stepped out, leaving Bobby and me alone. I watched him for a time as he played with a fire truck in one hand and a dinosaur in the other, knocking them together in some kind of animal-vs-machine battle.

“What’s going on here, bud?” I went over and sat cross-legged in front of him.

Bobby responded by holding up his fire truck and letting out a babble that sounded like “burrow trah,” which I supposed was a little like fire truck.

“Very cool. Mind if I play?”

He smiled, showing off all his baby teeth as he dropped the fire truck onto my lap and held up the dinosaur. I picked up the truck and started where he’d left off, getting into a playful fight with his dinosaur. It wasn’t long before he wanted to do something else, setting down his toy and heading over to his big box filled with other toys, taking out a big, plastic package of Legos and opening it, turning the bag over and dumping it onto the floor.

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