“You’re home late!” Angela exclaimed. She grinned lasciviously. “I take it that means you had a good time?”
I flopped down on the couch, grinning. “It was the best night of my life,” I said softly. “I feel like I’m falling in love.”
Angela grinned. “Good,” she said. “That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear.” She winked at me and together we burst out laughing.
I had no idea what the future would hold, but that night when I went to bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about Thomas and the way he’d touched me. I’d never experienced anything like it…and I’d do anything to make sure that I felt it again.
Chapter Seven
Thomas
As I watched June’s perfect ass walk away from me, my cock was so hard that it ached. I could barely wait to get home – I desperately hoped Brett was asleep – so I could lock myself in my bedroom and jack off. June was intoxicating. Everything about her was fresh, lovely. I’d never been around such a naïve woman, but then again, I’d never met anyone as charming as June, either. In the jaded world of New York City, June was a fresh breath of air. She was magic, she was perfection.
And I wanted to fuck her so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.
By the time I got home, Manhattan was dark. I handed the keys of my Porsche over to Ernesto, the valet of my building, then took the elevator to the penthouse suite. I’d known that I was going to be late, so I’d asked Hannah to watch over Brett. It was much too late for Isabelle – she normally got here at five in the morning, an
d I’d given Hannah three hundred bucks just to order a pizza and hang out with my son for the night.
The foyer was dark.
“Brett?” I called quietly. “You awake, bud?”
Inside there was no sign of Brett or Hannah. I frowned, kicking off my shoes and unbuttoning the first buttons on my shirt. In the living room, the television was stuck on muted cartoons. I frowned. As I got closer, I saw Brett curled up on the couch, fast asleep with a throw blanket over his lap.
Anger ripped through my body. As gently as I could, I shook Brett awake.
“Hey, buddy,” I said. “Where’s Hannah? Why didn’t you sleep in your room?”
Brett yawned in my face, sending a wave of pizza-breath over my senses.
“Come on,” I said. I scooped him up in my arms and carried him down the hall, nudging his door open with my foot and carrying Brett inside. By the time I set him down in bed, he was practically asleep once again. After I tucked him in, I gently closed his door and started stalking down the hall. I had no fucking idea what made Hannah think it was okay to let my kid fall asleep on the couch and then leave. She’d had explicit orders from me to stay until I returned home. And even if some kind of emergency had taken place, she could have left a note! She could’ve called me!
I pushed open the door to my bedroom. Hannah was lying on my bed, clad in a jade silk robe that barely covered the round cheeks of her ass. When she saw me, she gave me a sexy smile.
“I thought you’d never come home,” Hannah said in a sleepy, purring voice. She stood up and stretched. The dark green silk parted, showing a black lacy bra and panties.
“What the fuck is going on,” I asked, trying to keep my voice low for the sake of my sleeping son.
Hannah pouted and walked closer, swaying her narrow hips. “I thought you’d be pleased,” she said. She stuck out her lower lip.
I drew back my arm and slapped her across the face.
“You fucking ignored my son all night,” I growled, grabbing the collar of the robe and pulling Hannah close. “You fucking let him fall asleep on the goddamned couch and then what? Stayed here, waiting for me? What the fuck were you thinking?”
Hannah’s eyes filled with tears. She puckered her lips and tried to kiss me but I shoved her away.
“No,” I snapped. “This is fucked up! You don’t get to try to seduce me, you fucking understand?”
“Thomas, I love you,” Hannah said. “We should be together. I’ve always wanted to be with you, and now is our chance.”
“You’re fucking insane,” I roared. “And you’re fired. Now!”
Hannah crossed her arms over her chest. “You can’t fire me,” she snapped. “I could sue you for sexual harassment!”
Up until then, I’d tried to keep my anger as contained as possible.
“Fuck you,” I snarled in her face. “You think you could sue me and win?” I laughed hollowly, throwing back my head. “I could crush you in court,” I said. “No one would ever believe you.”