The Billionaire's Valentine Vixen

Timor comes over and extends his hand. “I drove her in my truck. Took us five hours. She wouldn’t shut up about getting back here. She knew you had a meeting and figured you could go today if I got her here.” He looks at Alice and nods as Renata lifts Linnie from the pool and wraps her in a fluffy yellow towel.

“You missed your meeting, Mr. Roan?” Renata comes over, holding Linnie’s hand with a motherly concern in her dark eyes. “You can go now, maybe?” She looks at me, then at Alice, then back to me, raising an eyebrow.

“Alice,” I start, heading over to the pool stairs and waving her to me as I hold out an oversized matching yellow towel to Linnie’s. “Alice stayed with Linnie last night. She’s a friend of Martel and Bria. I flew out and back early this morning.”

“Ooooohhh.” Renata bobs her head back and forth on a smile. “I’ve been replaced.”

“No ma’am.” Alice steps from the pool and I drape the towel over her shoulders. “Just a cheap imitation stand in until you got back.”

“You’re not a cheap imitation!” Linnie yells and her little voice echoes in the tall glass space. “Just different. She knows sign language!” Linnie tells Renata, who give me a friendly, wide-eyed look.

“She’s a good one then.”

“And, she slept in Uncle Roan’s room last night.” Linnie giggles and Renata raises her eyebrows toward me and I hear Timor choke back a laugh.

“No, it wasn’t like that…” Alice starts, her face flushing. “I was in his room, but he wasn’t home.”

“Okay, okay.” Renata stands, walking toward Alice, her arms outstretched. “Doesn’t matter. Anyone that Linnie likes, I like, now give me a hug. Thank you for taking care of my baby girl.”

Renata’s arms tug Alice into a warm embrace.

I look over to see Timor’s gaze drift to Alice. I’ve known him since he was ten and he’s a good man now, but still, the idea of his eyes on Alice’s body right now has me seeing red.

Linnie watches us, then she does something I only see her do when she’s way tired. She pops her thumb in her mouth.

Renata sees it too, lets Alice go and her warm dark eyes rest on my niece. “Come, come. Timor will give you a piggyback ride. I’ll make you some cocoa and we can read a chapter of The Inferno, then take a little nap.”

“I’m not tired,” Linnie protests around er thumb.

“I know, I know,” Renata says, then gives Alice a wink. “But I am. You will put me down for my nap then. Alice, you will stay for dinner, yes?”

Alice opens her mouth but hesitates and I answer for her.

“Yes, she will be here for dinner.”

Timor gives me a fist bump, offers a polite nod to Alice, mounts Linnie on his shoulders and out they go into the enclosed walkway back to the house, leaving me and Alice alone.

Finally.

“That was fun,” Alice remarks, toweling her hair as I stare at the indent of her pussy lips under the bathing suit fabric between her legs. She’d put any Sports Illustrated swimsuit model to shame.

“It was fun,” I start, biting the inside of my cheek as I watch her simple movements, feeling the hot blood already rising in my greedy dick. “Seems we both do know how to have fun.”

“’Tis true.” Her smile is tentative, and we haven’t had a chance to talk about what happened earlier this morning.

I step into her space, her nipples still poking out, and I’ve given up trying to keep my boner under control. My heart is beating just for her and being cock-blocked by Linnie has only made the desire to take what I know to be mine more intense.

“You okay?” I ask as she clutches the towel against her chest like a shield between us.

She chews on the inside of her bottom lip, her eyes thoughtful, then she twitches a shoulder to her ear. “I’m fine.”

Her docile answer has an anger growing inside me. Not at her, but at me.

“Please, make me a promise right now.”

“I’ll try, but you have to tell me what it is first. I don’t make promises not knowing what they are.”

“Don’t ever fucking say ‘I’m fine’ to me. It doesn’t tell me anything important. I want to know what you are feeling. In here.” I kiss her forehead. “And in here.” I flatten my palm over her heart. “And everywhere else inside you. If you feel it, I want to know it, as silly or inconsequential as you may think it is.”

“What if it might hurt you? Make you angry, irritated, bored…”

“Then hurt me, anger me, irritate me but you will never bore me. Just don’t keep shit from me. Don’t lie to me.”

Hesitation still lingers in her eyes as a wet strand of hair snakes down her left cheek. I grab her face, my palms on her cheeks and my fingers digging into the sides of her neck.