Billionaires' Indulgence 1 , Irresistible Attraction(34)

 

Slowly, I move the heavy arm cradling my naked body and I slide off the bed. I grab my clothes and make my way to the same bathroom I used yesterday to freshen up on my arrival. I quickly jump into my jeans and pull on my shirt. I take one look at myself and shake my head while scorning myself for being so impulsive. I quickly comb my fingers through my hair so I don’t look too disheveled, hoping this ruse will erase last night like a kid erases childish scribbles from a magic board.

 

Who the hell are you fooling? You look like a royal mess.

 

I open the door and tiptoe down the wooden steps, praying they don’t squeak under my weight. I’m so afraid to wake Jake up, I hold my breath trying to be as quiet as a mouse as I make a run for it.

 

How am I going to face him later today? Thousands of unsettling thoughts collide in my head with each step I take. My eyes are glued on my feet to ensure I don’t trip because the blood rushing from my heart to my brain is nearly blinding me. I’m halfway down the stairs when I think I’m home free and I start rejoicing silently.

 

I lift my eyes and stop, frozen.

 

Please God, this can’t be so.

 

I blink a few times hoping my mind is playing tricks on me, but no, I’m face-to-face with Isadora.

 

Shit. I didn’t realize she starts her day at Jake’s house. The woman standing in the kitchen raises her hands and puts them on her hips before lifting her eyebrow.

 

“Allison, did you just come from upstairs?” She asks the obvious question while bouncing her gaze from the top of the stairs to my guilty face.

 

“Uh…” I’m paralyzed with fear at the idea I’ve sabotaged the perfect job within twenty-four hours of my arrival in Colorado. I open and close my mouth like a goldfish in a tank, but nothing comes out.

 

“What are you doing here in Jake’s home so early in the morning?”

 

Crap. I’m so screwed. How do I explain to my boss’ nanny-slash-housekeeper I’ve spent all night being thoroughly fucked by a man who’s given me more orgasms in one evening than I’ve had in the eighteen months I spent with my ex?

 

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED…