Make Me Yours

3

Ruby

“Wake up! Wake up! Church time!” My ears flash with pain as my mother stomps around my room, opening the blinds and talking way too loud. “You want to hoot with the owls all night, you have to fly with the eagles all morning.”

“That’s not how that saying goes.” I growl, pulling a pillow over my head. “Stop being so loud. And turn off the sun!”

I can’t wait to get my own place.

“Get up, Ruby Banks!” She takes the pillow off my head and tosses it aside. “You live in my house, you go to church. Now go and take a shower. We leave in fifteen minutes.”

Rolling onto my side, I look at the clock. It’s not even eight yet. “Church doesn’t start until ten!”

“We signed up to help with the senior breakfast this morning. It starts before Sunday school. Eight thirty.”

“We signed up to help? We?” I like that… I grumble as I stomp to the shower. “I didn’t sign up for anything.”

Warm water rouses me, and the first thing I remember is Remington Key. Hell, what did I agree to do last night? I’ve lost my mind. Or have I?

Remington Key has a straight, white smile and an adorable dimple in his left cheek. He has warm hazel eyes and wavy, caramel brown hair. His hands are long and elegant, and when I slipped off my stool last night, he caught me in the strongest embrace.

His muscles were hard and lined through his shirt, and I didn’t want to let him go. I slid my hands slowly up the hard ridges, imagining what might be under that soft fabric. Water runs down my face, and I tilt my chin up, picturing his sexy lips touching mine, threading my fingers in those soft waves, wrapping my legs around his narrow waist… Damn, that’s hot…

My hand slips between my thighs, and I finger the little bud hidden there. I move my hand back and forth, circling, massaging, rising onto my toes as I imagine his hard dick teasing my entrance, nudging, pushing, pillaging my insides, sliding in and out, all the way to the hilt, pushing me higher, higher…

My jaw drops, my eyes squeeze shut… Oh, god, I’m coming…

“Ten-minute warning!” My mother’s loud voice jumps me out of my orgasm.

“Jesus!” I shout, my heart flying, and my entire body on edge.

“Do not take the lord’s name in vain!”

“Or what?” I shout back, shutting off the tap and feeling very frustrated.

Drying off quickly, I think about what I’ve done. Have I lost my freakin’ mind? I just spent the last several minutes rubbing one out while I dreamed of screwing my new boss…

That does it. I can’t work for Remington Key. He’s too hot.

Then I remember the carrot: Five hundred dollars a day.

Holy shit, that’s fifteen thousand dollars

a month! How loaded is this guy? And why the fuck didn’t I remember meeting him at church?

Shaking my head, I apply light makeup—powder on the nose, cat eyes, pale pink lip. He was drunk. He’s going to call me today and apologize, and I’ll be back on the job market.

Still… He seemed pretty serious. What if he doesn’t back out?

My stomach squeezes, and I swallow a squeal. I could do a lot with fifteen thousand dollars a month. Standing in front of the mirror, I take a few deep breaths and evaluate my appearance. I look responsible, competent, professional. I would trust me with my kid.

If this is for real, and ridiculously hot Remington Key really wants to pay me an insane amount of money to be his nanny, I will do it.

He said he needs help, and it’s the right and Christian thing to do.

I can do this.

Leaning forward, I softly order, “Don’t fuck it up.”