Page 28 of That First Night

“Peyton.” I let out a sigh. “This is your house now too. I invaded your personal space. You had every right to yell at me the way you did. I’m the one who needs to apologize for not being able to take my eyes off you.”

She blushes at my statement but makes no move to remove my hand from the top of hers. “Y-you avoided me tonight.” It’s a statement, not a question.

“Admittedly, yes and I’m sorry for that. I just felt really bad about barging in on you like that when you’ve only been here for a few hours.”

“Apology accepted.” She turns her head to give me a faint smile.

God, she’s so fucking cute.

My eyes scan the front of her sweatshirt and it’s as if she can sense me wondering about the university logo on the front. Her eyes shoot down to scan the shirt she’s wearing, and I can see her cheeks turning red when her gaze returns to mine.

“I didn’t go here,” she admits with a smile. “It’s not even a real school.”

I tilt my head to the side to give her a questioning eye.

“D-Dean DiLaurentis,” she stutters. “He’s a character in one of my favorite hockey romance books. I won it in a bookstagram giveaway and it’s the coziest sweatshirt I own.”

I am not even going to attempt to understand what a bookstagram is.

I breathe out a sigh of relief and I feel my mouth curve into a smile at the realization that the sweatshirt doesn’t actually belong to a boyfriend.

“So, you said you were hungry?” I move to get up from the stool and shuffle through the junk drawer full of take-out menus. “What’s your pick for dinner?”

“Are you in the mood for tacos?” she says enthusiastically, like she’s praying I say yes.

“I could totally go for some tacos,” I laugh back at her cuteness.

“Old Jose has the best tacos,” she says. “And they make an awesome buffalo cauliflower taco dish!”

“Old Jose it is. I’ll order and have Eddy grab it for us.”

“Eddy?”

“He’s my driver. He runs any errands for me, drives me to work and brings James to and from school.”

“Wow.” Her eyes widen. “Here you are with a whole driver, and I don’t even have a car.”

“Correction.” I lean in close. Her scent taking over the space between. “You have a car now.”

She nods. “I guess I do.”

“I’m going to shower, and I'll meet you in the living room.”

We both make our way in that direction, and I watch her as I make my way up the stairs slowly. She makes herself comfortable on the corner spot of the couch. She’s surrounded by pillows and pulls the blanket down from the back to cover herself up.

I peek in on James to see he is sound asleep before I head into the shower. The thoughts of her covered in soap from earlier and her perfect tits hovering just about the water line take over my brain and I find my hand reaching for my cock in the shower. One hand lays on the tile shower wall and the other is fisted tightly around my dick, stroking it to every thought of her I have had since she returned back into my life. Her tight pussy convulsing around my fingers years ago, her cum dripping down my wrists, and the sundress she wore to my office. Cum spills out of my dick, harder than I have ever come before and I find it hard to move out from under the hot water flowing down my back.

I allow myself this one last time to think these thoughts about her.

She’s my son’s nanny.

She’s here for my son.

She can never be anything more than that.

I wake up to light pouring into my room and I realize I’m in a strange place. I’m not in the apartment with Kali and Avery, nor am I in the new room I was supposed to be in. I am sprawled out on the softest couch I have ever been on, surrounded by pillows.

I’m still half asleep when I feel a tiny hand tug on my arm.