Sadie’s eyes narrowed. We stared at each other for a solid thirty seconds, and then she opened the door and stepped inside. Closing the door behind her, she asked, “Is everything okay? You seem . . . upset.”
Don’t check her out.
Keep your eyes on her face.
“Everything’s fine.”
She tilted her head and assessed me.
“Are you sure?”
My eyes dropped to her stomach. I just couldn’t help myself.
God, you’re such a dick, Maxwell.
Eyes back up.
Raise ’em up.
Come on. You can do it.
Sadie stayed quiet. I couldn’t even tell you if she was looking at me. Because my eyes were all over her . . . tracing the curve of her waist, salivating over her flat stomach . . . fantasizing about that sparkly diamond in her belly button.
She took a few steps and started to walk toward my desk.
Maybe it was the wine, but my heart started to beat out of my chest. I attempted to lift my eyes to her face, and this time it worked. Well, sort of. They raised, but unfortunately, they snagged on her chest.
What are those, C cups?
Nice.
Very nice.
I bet her cleavage gets really sweaty doing that yoga.
Hot sweat dripping down from between her luscious round tits to that belly button.
By the time I managed to drag my eyes up enough to meet hers, Sadie was standing right in front of my desk.
She rocked back and forth ever so slightly. “What are you doing, Sebastian?”
Our eyes locked, and the wicked hint of a smirk made me think she’d just heard all my thoughts. I swallowed. “Nothing.”
“Nothing, huh? So you’re just sitting there . . . looking around, then?” The corner of her lips tilted upward.
What a smart-ass.
She knew exactly what I was doing.
I straightened up in my chair and cleared my throat.
“If you’re done. You can show yourself out.”
“Is that what you’re sitting there thinking about? How much you want me to . . . leave?”
A knock at my office door made me blink a few times.
I was thoroughly confused when I looked over and saw Sadie pop her head into my office.
What the . . . ?
Wasn’t she . . . ?
I glanced to where I could’ve sworn she’d just been standing. It took a few seconds to snap out of it and realize that I must’ve dozed off from the wine and had been dreaming.
Jesus.
Sadie smiled. “We’re all done. Why don’t I walk Birdie down to her sleepover for you, since I’ll be heading out anyway?”
“Umm. Yeah. That would be great. Thank you. Let me go say good night to her.”
I walked out to the living room. Birdie was already standing there with her backpack on, a pillow and sleeping bag in her hands. “Looks like you’re all ready.” I squatted down to her level. “How about a hug for your old man.”
My daughter threw her arms around my neck with a huge smile. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
“Marmaduke did great today! When Sadie clicks the clicker, he sits now.”
“Is that so?”
She nodded.
“Alright.” I gave a gentle tug to her ponytail. “Why don’t you get going to your party.”
Birdie turned to start to walk away but then ran back to me. Her tiny hand cupped my cheek. “I’m right down the block if you need me.”
My heart squeezed and I smiled. “Thanks. I’ll remember that.”
She kissed me one more time and then skipped off toward the door.
“Anything you want me to tell the parents?” Sadie asked.
“No. I’ll text Renee and check in later.”
“Okay.” Apparently that nap and my ensuing fantasy had done me some good. I managed to have a civil conversation with Sadie and didn’t eye fuck her like I’d done in that dream. Though when she turned around to follow Birdie to the front door, I just couldn’t help checking out her ass in those yoga pants again. I mean, it was right there, so in my face. What man in his right mind wouldn’t take a peek?
“Oh, I almost forgot . . .” Sadie turned around, and my eyes jumped to meet hers.
Fuck.
She caught me.
If I hadn’t been sure I’d just gotten busted, the knowing smirk Sadie flashed would have confirmed she knew what I’d done.
She didn’t even bother to try to hide it. Extending her hand, she held out the clicker. “This is yours.”
I looked away as I took it from her hand. “Great. Thanks.”
After she walked out, I hung my head behind the closed door.
God, you’re a jackass, Maxwell. You need to get laid.
Since I had the night all to myself, maybe that’s exactly what I should do. I’d been talking to this woman Irina for a while, a busy advertising executive who I’d met online and who was seeking the exact same type of arrangement as I was. But I had blown her off for the last few weeks. Maybe it was time to get back in touch.