Normally, I would have poked at him until he confessed his attraction to me, then I would have fucked him just to blow his mind and confirm that he was indeed made from darling dick stock. Instead, the new version of me was steering clear of anything that could jeopardize my job.
It didn’t change the fact that whenever he walked into a room my body went fucking nuts and I had to physically restrain myself. When I saw him standing at the island wearing a pair of red and gray sweats and a matching hoodie, I thought I would flood my fucking leggings because I damn sure didn’t have on panties.
The way he effortlessly switched between a suit and tie and streetwear was fascinating. I, on the other hand, only had one mode. Fabulous. At. All. Times.
He shifted around playing on the line of who he portrayed versus who he was.
I liked both versions.
I wanted to fuck both versions.
“Are we back to that?” I sighed. “I thought you were calling me by my first name.”
“When you behave, yes.” God, did he have to look at me that way? His eyes were brown like the whiskey he always drank. They had the same effect too. I was dizzy from one glance.
I couldn’t figure out what the hell my obsession was with Evander. I wanted to strip naked and ride his dick until I came even though I knew the sex would be mediocre at best. Maybe it was something I needed to get out of my system.
“When I behave?” I folded my arms across my chest and glared at him. “You see this gorgeous girl over here?” I rubbed Frankie’s back. “She’s your kid. Not me. I don’t have to behave.”
“Okay, guys. Cut it out. You’re messing up my pancakes.” Frankie pushed out a frustrated huff then shook her head at the lopsided pancakes she was piling up on the plate. I swallowed my amusement and squeezed her shoulder.
“Those are perfect, Frank. At least now they’re less glob-like and more oval-like. You’re getting closer.”
“Are you being serious or…” She wrinkled her button nose at me.
“I’m serious,” I smiled. “Just because I like to roast you a little doesn’t mean I’m not serious. You are getting better.” I caught a glimpse of Evander looking at me over his coffee mug but I didn’t call attention to it. Even though it made me tingle.
“I’m sure they’ll taste great, sweetheart,” Evander chimed in. “Make enough for your mother to have some. She’s stopping by so we can all talk before you go to her house.”
“All?” I said, jerking my eyebrow up.
“Yes, Xari. All. Me, you, Frankie, and Alexis. I’m putting an end to this childish nonsense she’s putting us through. It’ll be a lot easier if she fills out the papers the school is asking for instead of constantly picking you up late from school.” His whiskey brown eyes flicked to Frankie, then back to me.
Lingering. Clinging to my skin.
I forgot I had on a silk pajama short set until I felt my nipples press against the cool fabric, tightening until they ached. I was hyper-aware after Evander licked me from head to toe with his eyes. I glanced over my shoulder to see if Frankie noticed but she was focused on her pancakes. They were getting rounder each time she flipped one off the griddle.
“You’re doing good, girl. Now, let me go upstairs to get dressed before the lovely Miss Alexis comes over.” I poured so much sugar on my words both Evander and Frankie laughed.
Honestly, I wanted to get the hell away from Evander’s intensity. It had a way of working under my skin then pounding away at me until I paid it some attention.
Since the guesthouse wasn’t completely done, I was still in the main house with Evander and Frankie. My room was two doors down from his and across from Frankie’s. I didn’t spend too much time decorating it because I didn’t know if I’d make it past the one-month trial.
My clothes were hung neatly in the closet and the dresser was full of my perfumes and skin oils. My bags and shoes remained in their boxes until I was certain I’d be staying. Then I’d stock my closet accordingly.
Since I knew Alexis hated me, I knew my outfit had to make her want to vomit. I was pretty good about killing her with my fashion game but today, I wanted to make it extra special.
I stood in the modest walk-in closet and tapped my chin while surveying my options.
Then it hit me.
Alexis constantly called me nanny, so why not play the part? My style senses tingled as I flopped on the cushy bed and pulled up my Pinterest board full of Fran Drescher outfits.
Don’t judge. She was a 90’s fashion icon.
When I scrolled past Fran wearing a red turtleneck with a black and white checkerboard skirt, I gasped. That was it. I had a long-sleeved red shirt that wasn’t a turtleneck but it hugged my body and I had a black and white checkerboard skirt.
Bingo, bitch.
My red shirt showed midriff but it was cute as fuck and it hit the nail on the head. If Alexis wanted to call me nanny like it was my name, I was going to be the motherfucking nanny. I let my high puff down and spritzed my curls with rose water then I did my makeup and picked out a pair of chunky red Balenciaga heels that were sure to pull the rest of my outfit together.
“Xari! Breakfast is ready!” Frankie called upstairs. I spritzed myself with Baccarat Rouge 540 then hurried down the steps.
I fully expected to see Evander sitting at the breakfast table like he usually does when he’s home from work but he was
