met.’
‘I didn’t get much choice, did I?’ I flash back.
My cheeks flame. Every time I think about the night Xan sneaked into my room, I burn with embarrassment.
God knows why I didn’t just scream and throw him out.
Some guy climbs in your bedroom window in the middle of the night, Jenna, puts his hand over your mouth, climbs into bed next to
you, and you just
let him?
But there are mitigating circumstances. One, I was so relieved it wasn’t Marc trying to get a leg over, I forgot to be scared. Two, I recognized him immediately as Clare’s brother
from the photos in the sitting room. And three . . . three, he’s fucking
gorgeous
. I mean, would
you
throw Daniel Craig and Ashton Kutcher’s love child out of bed?
So instead of yelling my head off and crying rape, I tugged the duvet up to my chin so he couldn’t see the crappy old T-shirt I was wearing (and, more importantly, what I wasn’t
wearing underneath) and moved over to make room for him.
‘Why the fuck don’t you just ring the doorbell and come up the stairs like a normal person?’ I demanded.
‘It’s three in the morning,’ he pointed out.
‘Hel
lo?
’
‘Look, I had a bit of a run-in with Marc last time I was here. He found my stash under the bed – just a few Es, no big deal . . . Anyway, it seemed easier all round just to climb in
the bedroom window and lie low till he’d left for work in the morning.’
‘
My
window,’ I hissed.
‘OK, OK. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out. My ride let me down, I didn’t have any cash on me, and I didn’t feel like walking five miles home to Fulham. I
thought I’d crash here.’ He smiled ruefully. ‘I’d forgotten Clare’d hired a nanny. Nice of her to give you the best guest room.’
‘I don’t mean to be rude,’ I said stiffly, getting out of bed and opening the door, ‘but I think you should go now. This is my first day and I’m sure you’re
very nice but if you don’t mind, I’d rather not get sacked or spend the rest of my life in Holloway. I’m sure you can see yourself out—’
‘I do
love
that T-shirt.’
I clapped my hands in front of my bush, flushing scarlet. ‘Please go.’
Clare’s brother unfolded himself lazily from my bed and headed towards the door. At the last moment he stopped, so close to me I could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
His hand slid between my thighs. My eyes widened with shock as he shoved his fingers inside me. His other hand found my breast, pinching my nipple hard enough to hurt.
His eyes never left mine as he found my clitoris with his thumb. I gasped as a hot bolt of lust zipped from my groin to the tips of my fingers and toes. If he’d wanted to throw me back on
to the bed and fuck me there and then, I’d have let him. And he knew it, too.
With a dark smile, he released me, and licked his fingers.
Then he was gone.
The memory triggers a sudden heat between my legs now. I bend to put the twins in their baby seats, hiding my blushes behind my hair. I’m not going to let the cocky bastard win. If he
thinks he can humiliate me again, he’s got another think coming.
I jump as Davina stalks into the conservatory. Of Xan, there’s suddenly no sign.
‘Is everything all right?’ I ask nervously.
‘Naturally. My daughter is at her commanding best. Where’s Alexander?’
‘Alexander?’
‘My son.’
‘I think he left.’
Five minutes later, Marc and Clare come back in. Clare looks OK, but you’d think Marc’s been dragged through a hedge backwards. He’s just wearing a tight white T-shirt and a
clingy pair of boxers, and I have to force myself not to check out his lunchbox. He’s nowhere near as cute as Xan, but he’s still pretty ripped. I don’t want Clare thinking I
fancy her bloody husband. I need this job.
Davina doesn’t come back to say goodbye. Marc’s still steaming when he roars out of the drive, and nearly runs Xan down as he staggers across the road.
Clearly Marc would be
‘I didn’t get much choice, did I?’ I flash back.
My cheeks flame. Every time I think about the night Xan sneaked into my room, I burn with embarrassment.
God knows why I didn’t just scream and throw him out.
Some guy climbs in your bedroom window in the middle of the night, Jenna, puts his hand over your mouth, climbs into bed next to
you, and you just
let him?
But there are mitigating circumstances. One, I was so relieved it wasn’t Marc trying to get a leg over, I forgot to be scared. Two, I recognized him immediately as Clare’s brother
from the photos in the sitting room. And three . . . three, he’s fucking
gorgeous
. I mean, would
you
throw Daniel Craig and Ashton Kutcher’s love child out of bed?
So instead of yelling my head off and crying rape, I tugged the duvet up to my chin so he couldn’t see the crappy old T-shirt I was wearing (and, more importantly, what I wasn’t
wearing underneath) and moved over to make room for him.
‘Why the fuck don’t you just ring the doorbell and come up the stairs like a normal person?’ I demanded.
‘It’s three in the morning,’ he pointed out.
‘Hel
lo?
’
‘Look, I had a bit of a run-in with Marc last time I was here. He found my stash under the bed – just a few Es, no big deal . . . Anyway, it seemed easier all round just to climb in
the bedroom window and lie low till he’d left for work in the morning.’
‘
My
window,’ I hissed.
‘OK, OK. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out. My ride let me down, I didn’t have any cash on me, and I didn’t feel like walking five miles home to Fulham. I
thought I’d crash here.’ He smiled ruefully. ‘I’d forgotten Clare’d hired a nanny. Nice of her to give you the best guest room.’
‘I don’t mean to be rude,’ I said stiffly, getting out of bed and opening the door, ‘but I think you should go now. This is my first day and I’m sure you’re
very nice but if you don’t mind, I’d rather not get sacked or spend the rest of my life in Holloway. I’m sure you can see yourself out—’
‘I do
love
that T-shirt.’
I clapped my hands in front of my bush, flushing scarlet. ‘Please go.’
Clare’s brother unfolded himself lazily from my bed and headed towards the door. At the last moment he stopped, so close to me I could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
His hand slid between my thighs. My eyes widened with shock as he shoved his fingers inside me. His other hand found my breast, pinching my nipple hard enough to hurt.
His eyes never left mine as he found my clitoris with his thumb. I gasped as a hot bolt of lust zipped from my groin to the tips of my fingers and toes. If he’d wanted to throw me back on
to the bed and fuck me there and then, I’d have let him. And he knew it, too.
With a dark smile, he released me, and licked his fingers.
Then he was gone.
The memory triggers a sudden heat between my legs now. I bend to put the twins in their baby seats, hiding my blushes behind my hair. I’m not going to let the cocky bastard win. If he
thinks he can humiliate me again, he’s got another think coming.
I jump as Davina stalks into the conservatory. Of Xan, there’s suddenly no sign.
‘Is everything all right?’ I ask nervously.
‘Naturally. My daughter is at her commanding best. Where’s Alexander?’
‘Alexander?’
‘My son.’
‘I think he left.’
Five minutes later, Marc and Clare come back in. Clare looks OK, but you’d think Marc’s been dragged through a hedge backwards. He’s just wearing a tight white T-shirt and a
clingy pair of boxers, and I have to force myself not to check out his lunchbox. He’s nowhere near as cute as Xan, but he’s still pretty ripped. I don’t want Clare thinking I
fancy her bloody husband. I need this job.
Davina doesn’t come back to say goodbye. Marc’s still steaming when he roars out of the drive, and nearly runs Xan down as he staggers across the road.
Clearly Marc would be
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