He growled and sat up. “I think I’m offended.”
“Be offended in your room.” I nodded to the door. “Go.”
Groaning, he pulled himself to his feet and tucked his still-hard shaft back into his shorts. Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “I’m only leaving because I’m a gentleman. I’ll be back, though.”
“Don’t bet on it.”
Gently ruffling my hair, he backed away. “You’re sexy when you’re fighting your attraction to me.”
I tossed my broken bikini top at him. “Out!”
“See you in the morning, Autumn.” And then he was gone, leaving me sitting on my floor with his seed leaking out of me, still shaking from a wild orgasm.
I ran my hands through my hair and stared at the door, wondering what the consequences would be for that wild orgasm. I knew I shouldn’t have done it. It was truly a bad decision I’d made. With my body utterly relaxed and a delicious soreness already forming between my thighs, I couldn’t find it in me to be too upset, though. Not yet, anyway.
There’d be time for that later. After all, I wasn’t even a week into the summer.
Chapter 9
***Autumn***
In the playroom, holding Grace after Jones had pushed her, I was miles away from whatever euphoria I’d felt the night before. Already that day, I’d been startled awake by GraceandCaroline before being smugly told by Jones that he would be taking his breakfast in his room. His jerk of a father had just shrugged and allowed it. So, I’d delivered room service to Jones, listened to three Caroline meltdowns, and was debating how I should punish Jones for pushing his cousin. All before lunch. All before I was able to grab any food of my own.
Something had to give with Jones. His father clearly wasn’t going to step in and do anything, so I was going to have to take the chance of punishing him. If his dad didn’t back me up, then so be it. I couldn’t be another adult in his life that let him get away with anything and everything.
And none of my crankiness had anything to do with the fact that I’d heard in passing that Zeke had left that morning and no one was sure when he’d be back. I didn’t care what he did. Hell, it was easier to ignore whatI’ddone when he wasn’t around. It was fine. I wasn’t feeling like the slutty help at all.
I was just standing up to tell Jones how I felt about him pushing Grace when movement in the doorway caught my eye. Expecting one of the brothers, or Greta, I was shocked to find a woman I didn’t recognize. From around the house, anyway. I’d have had to have lived under a rock for the past decade to not recognize her at all. Stacy Laray. She was a supermodel.
Shocked by her sudden appearance, I stood up. What was a woman I recognized from the magazines in the teacher’s lounge at work doing in the house?
Caroline spotted the woman and squealed. “Mommy!”
Jones looked up, and his frown lessened, marginally. He stood up and looked at Stacy, his hands fidgeting in front of him like he wasn’t sure what to do.
Stacy squatted in her tight dress and stilettos like a graceful fairy, all delicate and smooth. Her smile was tight as she took Caroline into her arms and looked over at Jones. “Come here, Jones.”
He walked over and let his mom hug him, but his arms stayed limp at his sides. If his mother noticed, she didn’t say anything.
She turned her gaze on me and frowned. “And you are?”
“Autumn. I’m their nanny.” I forced a smile. “And you’re their mother? It’s nice to meet you.”
“Of course, I’m their mother. And I’m taking them out for lunch.” She looked me over and clearly found me lacking. “You’re dismissed.”
Caroline jumped against her mom’s side. “We get to go with you?”
“Dad said—”
Stacy cut her eyes at Jones and shook her head. “Your dad is not my concern. Come on. Let’s go and grab lunch.”
I cleared my throat. “No one mentioned anything about the kids going out today.”
If looks could kill, I would’ve been a burn spot and a trail of smoke from the look Stacy gave me. She scowled and took a step closer, her eyes ice-cold as she took me in. “Look, Pollyanna, these are my kids. I’m taking my kids for lunch, and you can try to stop me if you want, but you’ll be something I have someone clean off my shoes tonight. Stay out of my way. I’m their mother. You’re the hired help. How dare you try to stop me.”
Thoroughly chastised, I just scooped Grace into my arms and nodded. “Of course.”
Stacy scoffed once more. “Stupid whore.”