It's Complicated (Awkward Love 1)

Me: Well, there is the minor complication of my father.

Kayla: Okay, so that’s the minor… Is the major complication the size of his cock? Speaking of which…???

I snort and look up just as Nick is walking back into the room.

“Something funny?” he asks as I put my phone down.

“Nope. Well, not true. There are plenty of funny things. Like the fact that my dad thinks you're tutoring me,” I say with a wince. Nick laughs.

“Well, that’s not too far a stretch, is it? Would it help you feel better if we actually talked about architecture?” He grins at me. “I mean I still haven't shown you my special project. Want to see it? It lights up and everything,” he grins.

“Are you still harping on about your special project?” I groan, teasing him. I really did want to see it, but I was having too much fun pretending I didn’t. I roll my eyes. “Do you have a white van and a bag full of candy to go with your special project?” I tease.

He laughs. “Hey, in all seriousness, I do want to share this with you. It’s something that's pretty close to my heart. I mean, it's not the biggest or the most exciting project I’ve ever done, but it means a lot to me.”

“They’re the best kind of projects, aren’t they?” I say wistfully. The thought of designing something that I was still just as passionate about in fifty years’ time made my heart race. “I'm looking forward to doing things that make a difference. Even if it's just a difference to me, I really want to do something I love, and not just do it for the sake of doing it.”

He pulls me over into his lap, stroking my arm.

“I think that’s a great perspective to have. I love that you want to do something you enjoy. Do you want to know what I enjoy doing?” he murmurs.

“What?” I say.

“You,” he says with a grin. I chuckle, and move down the bed, positioning myself between his legs.

“Well, that’s a coincidence,” I say with a grin. “And since you brought it up, Dad said I should repay you for helping me with my work,” I say.

Nick smirks. “And this was what he had in mind?”

“No. His idea was washing, but I hate doing washing,” I say. I lick my lips as I cup my hands around his cock. “But this is way more fun.”Chapter Ten

NickAfter I drop the kids off at school, I head to the office, where Anna was waiting for me by the side door. I probably shouldn’t see her at work like this, but it’s becoming so much harder to find time to spend together without her father being suspicious.

Today is one of Shirley’s days off, so it all kind of fell into place. I pushed back an early meeting and rearranged a few phone appointments so we could take advantage of the one morning where our schedules didn’t clash and talk.

Okay, so maybe we have very little intention of actually talking, but still. Not all forms of communication are verbal.

“Hey,” I say, letting her in. I glance around to see who’s watching.

Meeting Anna at my office in the middle of the day probably isn’t the foolproof plan I thought it was, now that I think about it. All it takes is one person to see her here, and half the town would be making assumptions as to why she was there. They’d be right, but that was beside the point.

“Hey to you, too,” she smiles. “The more I think about it, meeting here probably wasn’t our smartest idea.”

“I was just thinking the same thing,” I say with a wince. “But since we’re here now…”

I point her to my office. I'd come in earlier to set everything up. She has no idea what I have planned, but that was the beauty of surprises. You don’t know when they’re coming. I walk into the tearoom and pull out the bottle of wine from the fridge, and realize I’d forgotten wine glasses. Oh, well. I grab two plastic cups from the water fountain instead.

When I walk back into my office, Anna is smiling at me. She glances down at the picnic I have set up on the floor.

“This is so sweet,” she says with a grin. “When did you do this?”

I shrug, my face heating up. “I may have come in earlier today,” I mumble.

“You got up early and did this for me?” She walks over and wraps her hands around my waist. “I'm impressed,” she says, her eyes sparkling. “I feel like a princess.”

“Then sit down and let me peel you a grape,” I quip. She laughs and sits down, grabbing a handful of grapes.

“Thanks, but I think I'm good like this,” she says. “The idea of skinless grapes makes me think of testicles.”