The Doctor's Fake Nanny(54)

A range of emotions ran through her mind while she waited. Each image of  her client was getting more atrocious than the last, until she decided  he was a repugnant person who preyed on helpless woman who needed money  because he could afford to do it. She was getting angrier by the minute.

A part of her brain knew that her disgust was a smokescreen of the fear  she still felt inside. She really didn't want to be here. If she were  honest, she was no better than the hookers who plied the street corners  in the dark. She only agreed to this because she needed the money for  her daughter.                       
       
           



       

The thought of Dee helped her resolve. Just moments ago she had felt  trapped, insignificant, and pathetic. However, she did say yes to Ms.  Tillie. No one forced her. And she did buy the darn dress she had on,  and Sheena worked hard to make her look fabulous tonight.

And, just as Ms. Tillie had said, this job would make her more money  than any other work a person with her limited skills could bring in. She  could send money home to mom and dad... and Dee. She would have enough  to travel to Alabama for frequent visits. All she had to do was be  pleasant and look good. She already knew she looked great, she just had  to work on the pleasant part. How hard could it be?

Alright, Cassidy Johnson. Put on a good show for Ms. Tillie and  Sheena... and Dee. Make this monster - God, I hope he drowns in the  shower - laugh. Entertain him with your wit, then get the hell out of  here.

With her mind made up, Cassidy felt better. Nerves made her parched and  she desperately needed a drink of water. She wondered which of the two  hallways led to the kitchen. God forbid she entered his bedroom by  mistake, but she was thirsty and he did say to make herself comfortable,  didn't he?

She turned around, undecided. Just then, the man rounded the corner from  where she heard the shower earlier. She stopped in her tracks as she  watched him approach, rubbing and drying his hair with a white towel  that partially covered his face. He pulled the towel away and slung it  carelessly around his shoulder as he looked up at her.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting …  just arrived when you came in. What the fu - Cassidy?"

For Cassidy, the whole world came to an abrupt standstill. She felt as  though her heart stopped beating. Her breath came in a gasp.

The man standing before her, tousled hair slightly damp, shirtless, and  wearing faded jeans that hung sexily from his hips, was the last face on  earth she expected to see again today.

"Tristan?"

They stood there staring at each other, hardly believing what the other was seeing.





Chapter Thirteen




The look of wonder on Tristan's face was a sight to behold as he crossed the remaining distance between them.

Cassidy stepped back instinctively, like in a dream that was slowly  turning into a nightmare. Never, in all her imaginings had envisioned  that Tristan would be her first date. She was appalled, frightened,  angry, and hurt all at once. She'd made the biggest mistake of her life.  Yes, there could only be one thing worse than getting pregnant by a man  who cheated and lied, and here it was. Tristan in the flesh. His  presence mocked all of her resolve. The first date had turned into an  emotional horror.

A series of questions gushed from Tristan.

"What are you doing here? Where have you been? You disappeared so  suddenly …  I went crazy thinking something bad happened to you. I went to  the coffee shop where you used to work …  the manager said you suddenly  resigned. What happened to you? Why did you just leave without saying  goodbye?"

Cassidy heard the questions, but her mind was in such a chaotic whirl  that she didn't know what to say. She was dumbstruck to see him again.  All the pent-up emotions she had managed to keep at bay came rushing  back like an unstoppable tsunami. The past year unraveled before her  eyes: her joy thinking how lucky she was to have found someone like him,  her shock seeing the videos with him going out with all those women,  the secret life he lived, getting her pregnant and making her fearful  about her own future. All these thoughts slammed into her  simultaneously.

At the same time, she couldn't ignore the lust that bloomed in her  crotch at the sight of his naked chest. Not just his chest, his entire  body. The jeans barely concealed the strength of his thighs; those  thighs that had clasped her body in passion. In truth, the primal ache  overpowered all other emotions that were running through her. Her mind  had split into two opposing sides: one side telling her to rant and rave  at this loathsome creature, while the other side was telling her she  wanted him to fuck her …  hard.

And the way he said her name …  Cass. Like it was an endearment and not  coming from the lips of a sex addict. How could he stand there and look  so innocent? Did he even know what she went through during those nine  months that she was carrying his baby? Did he know what it felt like to  push a head the size of a melon out of a vagina?

Did he? Did he fucking know?

Cassidy's fury gave her composure she typically didn't possess.

"Can I have a glass of water, please?" she asked coolly.

"Some water? Sure. Of course …  anything. Would you prefer wine? I have some in the cooler."

Of course he did. He probably got women drunk before he fucked them.                       
       
           



       

"No. Water's fine," Cassidy replied flatly.

She didn't want any alcohol affecting her brain. An idea was slowly  forming inside her mind; a plan that would settle the score between  them.

He came back carrying a tall glass of iced water. Meanwhile, Cassidy  settled herself into one of the sofas while he was gone. She crossed her  legs, allowing the hem of the dress to open, exposing a leg and her  thighs.

"Thank you," she smiled seductively at him, lowering her eyes as he took the seat beside her.

"You look different," Tristan began. There was a note of uncertainty in his voice.

Cassidy leaned over to set the glass on the table, making sure he had a good view of the mounds of her breasts.

"Different? How? Do you find me prettier now, or am I still the plain  Cassidy you once knew? Do you prefer the sophisticated one, with make-up  and silk and stilettos?"

Her voice had taken on a huskier tone. Her hand crept over his thigh and  casually rested on top of his leg. His lips parted slightly as his body  tensed, sending warm breaths wafting to her cheeks. Powerless to resist  her invitation, he leaned in closer, inhaling her perfume.

She turned to face to him, offering her lips for a kiss. Instead,  Tristan pulled away from her, a move that took her by surprise. His face  was inscrutable as he folded his arms across his chest.

"You haven't answered my question, Cassidy. What the fuck are you doing here in my apartment?"

Cassidy was momentarily taken aback. She had no desire to talk about  things. All she wanted was for him to fuck her, then she would be gone …   for good. That was the plan, but his face was like a mask. There was no  sign of the erection he showed when she first touched him.

"I …  err …  I'm here because …  I'm … " she stammered. She was losing her composure and felt defensive.

The notion that he could still make her feel uncomfortable despite  everything he'd done was upsetting to her. She was the victim of this  monster, wasn't she? She drew back her flagging optimism. She couldn't  lose what she had started tonight.

"I'm here because you called for an escort and the agency sent me." Her  voice was cold, detached, like she was some kind of pro who did this  every day.

"Agency? You work as an escort there?" He sounded shocked.

"Yes," she answered, trying to understand his surprise. "Been doin' it for a while now," she lied.

She forced herself to look at him as he recoiled at her words.

What the fuck was wrong with him? Cassidy thought. She understood his  surprise at seeing her again, but to act like he didn't want to come  close …  that riled her somehow. What was wrong with her, anyway? Wasn't  she just as good as the other girls he'd gone to bed with?

She had to make a move and do it fast. She tugged at the drawstring on  her dress allowing her breasts to fall softly, revealing that she had  nothing underneath except a pair of panties.

"What's wrong, Tristan?" she cooed, flitting nearer. "Isn't this what  you want? You paid for a girl to be with you tonight. Well …  here I am."

Tristan looked at her like she was a creature from another planet. His  mouth was wide open like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Look, Tristan, you're wasting your time …  and mine. I'm a working girl and need to get paid," she sneered.