Temptation (10 page)

"No, I don't trust Alyssa in it and normally
Cassie switches to the Escalade when she picks Alyssa up, but the
Escalade is getting detailed today so we had no other choice."

"If you have a vehicle for her to drive, then
why do I always see her driving that piece of shit to the
club?"

"I don't know, T. I think she feels weird
using our stuff. She has a room here, too. It comes with part of
the job description of a live-in nanny, but half the time she stays
at her place. She's not dating anyone and she doesn't go out at
night, but she likes the comfort of using her own things, I
guess."

I move over to the desk and sit down in one
of the chairs opposite of him.

"I had the tow truck bring it over to
Miguel's but he texted me an hour ago saying it needs to be sold
for parts. Her car is not worth fixing. I haven't told her yet
because I know she's worried about money, so I wanted to come in
here and talk to you first. You need to buy her a car, Chris. She
needs something stable. She's a young, attractive woman and I don't
want to even picture what could happen to her if she broke down out
there by herself."

"You think she's attractive? T, don't even
think about it. She's off limits, remember?"

"I heard you the first time. I'm not fucking
stupid so I know she's off limits. It was just an observation."

"An observation you should keep to yourself
next time."

"Can we get back on track? She needs a car,
Chris."

"And you know my financial situation right
now. I'm in the middle of an IRS audit and I'm being watched like a
hawk. I can't buy her one right now."

"What about the Escalade? Can't she take that
on a permanent basis?"

"She could but she won't. She hates driving
that thing."

Fuck. I'm not going to let Miguel put a ton
of work in her car when it'll just break down again in six months.
She needs something that will last her for several years. She needs
something that will protect her, and keep her and Alyssa safe.

"I'll buy her the car."

Chris looks over at me like I'm crazy before
he downs the rest of his whiskey and then stands up. "You'll
what?"

"I'll buy her the car, but don't tell her I
bought it. Let her think it's from you guys as a thank you for all
the hard work she does."

"Let me get this straight. You want to buy a
brand new car for my employee that you barely even know? You want
us to give her the car under the facade that it's a gift for
everything she's done for us, essentially denying you any
recognition for your kind gesture?"

He makes it sound like it's unbelievable for
me to be so generous.

"Yep."

"That doesn't even sound like you. It's
because you think she's hot, isn't it? I don't know why you want to
give her a car and frankly I don't care as long as it's not some
elaborate scheme to get in her pants. Alyssa loves Cassie as if
she's part of the family. If you end up fucking her over then I'll
have one sad little girl."

Jesus, he's laying it on thick.

"I'm not going to fucking touch her, man.
Pick out a car and send me the information later tonight or early
tomorrow morning and I'll wire the money to the dealership. Sound
good?"

He's uncertain but in the end he agrees and
I'm thankful for it. At least now I know that whatever she'll be
driving is a safe vehicle.

Seven

Entry #1595

This day could not have been any better.
Actually, it could have been better if Alyssa wasn't our third
wheel, but I love that little girl so I can't be mad at her. She's
the reason I've been able to spend this time with Cassie.

I've never enjoyed the company of a woman
before unless there was a promise of sex at the end of our time
together. Cassie has promised me nothing, and yet I still want to
be around her.

There's definitely something special about
her. I just wish I knew what it was.

Since I ended up blowing off an entire day
worth of work, I stayed for dinner and enjoyed Molly's famous
meatloaf. I noticed Cassie stuck mostly to the salad and it made me
wonder if she was still dieting and trying to lose weight. She
still had some curves on her, but they were good curves, in just
the right places. I'd hate for her to become a skinny waif. Her
curves are sexy as hell.

It's Monday evening and while I would usually
be tongue deep in Melissa's pussy, I can't bring myself to leave
this house, to leave Cassie. Part of me thinks that if I just fuck
her, all of this will be over and I'll be able to move on with my
life. Another part of me thinks that when I'm finally able to
conquer Cassie's body, it won’t be enough. I'll want more. I doubt
she would be willing to take over a day of the week, possibly
Bailey's Thursday and Sunday slot.

Fuck.

I don't know what I'm thinking anymore, but I
know I have to have her before I seriously lose my mind and my dick
starts losing blood circulation. Speaking of my dick, it's standing
at attention right now. Cassie's bending over to wipe Alyssa's
hands with a napkin and I can see right down her shirt. Her tits
are popping out of the lace bra she has on and I can see every inch
of exposed skin.

"Alyssa, dear, do you want me to get you
ready for bed tonight?" Molly asks from across the table.

"Do I have to go to bed?"

"Yes, my little love bug. You have school
bright and early in the morning."

She jumps out of her chair and then runs over
to her mother. "Oh yes, Mommy. I can't wait to tell everyone about
my day today with Uncle Theo and Cassie."

She tugs on her mother's arm and Molly stands
up, laughing as she follows her daughter out of the room. "You
forgot to say goodnight to everyone."

"Good night!" Alyssa shouts as she runs up
the stairs.

"I'm going to finish some work up in the
study. Are you leaving, T, or do you have time for a little
nightcap?"

I look over to Cassie who is now collecting
the dishes and clearing off the table. "I'd love a drink. I'll be
up in a minute."

Chris looks at me skeptically but doesn't say
anything before walking out of the room and heading up the stairs
to his study, leaving Cassie and me alone. I can't seem to take my
eyes off of her and I know she must feel me staring at her, but she
ignores me and continues to clear off the table, bringing the
dishes over to the sink.

"Do you need any help?"

"I'm good, Theo, but thanks for
offering."

Her back is to me as she turns the faucet on
and starts to wash the dishes by hand before placing them in the
open dishwasher next to her. I'm able to admire her backside freely
right now so I let my eyes drift over every inch of her, but they
mainly focus on her perky ass in her tight jeans. That ass has
gotten me through many solo nights with my fist. I like to imagine
myself slapping it, squeezing it, sliding my dick between the
cheeks...

And now I'm hard again.

I stand up from the table, ignoring the small
part of me that knows this is a horrible idea, and walk slowly
towards her. Her head is down as she scrubs another dish and places
it in the dishwasher. I stand behind her, which is my new favorite
spot, until my chest is flat against her back and I wrap my arm
around her waist. Lowering my mouth to her ear I whisper, "Are you
sure I can't help you? I'm good with my hands."

I want to remind her just how good my hands
feel on her body.

I'd slide the palm of my hand under her shirt
and down her smooth stomach, slipping it underneath the front of
her jeans until I reach her panties. She'd be wet and waiting for
me as I slid my fingers underneath the final barrier between us and
rubbed her clit, before plunging two fingers inside her core as she
succumbed to my movement and leaned her body against me.

If women only knew the willpower it took us
to not grope them twenty-four seven.

She stops washing the dishes and her body
stills underneath my touch. "I'm sure," she pants. My mouth is
hovering over her ear, my nose skimming against her hair. I inhale
- she smells amazing. When my eyes flicker down all I can see is
the delicate flesh of her neck. Licking my lips, I can't stop
myself from what I do next.

My lips brush against her skin, right below
her ear as I leave a soft trail of kisses down her neck. She
doesn't stop me and with each kiss I get braver. I go from pecking
her skin, to leaving opened mouth kisses and when I reach the crook
of her neck I lick her skin softly before sucking. She's silent
throughout the whole thing, but she's just as into it as I am. Her
breathing is uneven and she arches her back, pushing her ass into
the front of my body.

Fuck, that feels good.

Her reaction to me is promising, but she's
done this to me before, just to stop me once I'm hard, horny and
ready to fuck.

My grip on her waist tightens as my other
hand plays with the strap of her tank top, pushing it down and past
her shoulder. She drops the dish in her hand and it falls into the
sink with a loud bang, and when I kiss her shoulder she lets out
the softest moan.

The fact that we're in my friend's house, her
employer's house, doesn't even register. I'm drowning in Cassie -
the way she smells, her beautiful body, her long hair, her soft
skin and the noises she makes when I kiss her. Every thought in my
head right now has to do with how incredible she feels, how
incredible she tastes and how badly I want to taste other parts of
her.

I slide my hand from her waist and grab onto
her hip as she continues to rub her ass against me. I bend my knees
so that her ass can rub me right where I need her to. As soon as
she makes contact with my cock I groan loudly, every inch of my
body now on a mission to get Cassie to come home with me.

We'll screw, have some dessert, then I'll
devour her pussy before I push my cock deep inside her mouth, and
when I'm ready to come I'll push her onto her stomach and slide
into her until she comes all over my dick. I'll let her spend the
night and then I'll fuck her in the shower the next morning before
I go into work and she comes back here.

The plan sounds brilliant in my head and-

Holy shit!

My hands fly down to cover my dick as I
crouch over in pain. Fuck, it hurts. Tears form in the corners of
my eyes and I try to open them but it's blurry and my vision is
filled with black spots. A wave of nausea hits me and I have the
overwhelming sensation to hurl.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

While I was envisioning everything I wanted
to do to her tonight, she elbowed me exactly where it counts. When
I'm finally able to control my breathing and my vision starts to
clear up, I look up at her, trying to figure out where everything
went wrong in the last few seconds.

"What the hell, Cassie," I grunt harshly,
unable to control my voice because of the amount of pain I am still
in.

"I think you should leave," she replies
sternly.

I attempt to stand up but it increases the
pain and the intense feeling of nausea. It's ridiculously painful
but I'm finally able to stand up and keep my eyes solely focused on
hers. She's squinting at me, her hands on her hips and her mouth
closed in a firm line.

"This isn't your house. You can't tell me to
leave."

"But I can tell Chris that his friend was
hitting on me and touching me against my will."

I gasp, offended at everything she is
suggesting. "You wanted it! You've wanted it every time I touched
you. You never once asked me to stop. You can't cry rape."

"I'm not going to cry rape, but I made it
pretty clear I wanted you to stop touching me by the way you were
crouched over a minute ago."

"Are you mental? You were grinding your ass
against me and moaning every time I touched you-"

"And then I came to my senses. You think I
don't know about you? I may not have known who you were at the
health club, but I know all about Chris's friend, Theo. You're
quite the ladies’ man. You've never had a girlfriend but you fuck a
different girl every night. You've pretty much screwed the entire
city of Chicago. Oh, except wait, you only screw them one night a
week because your other nights are reserved for your regulars."

What the hell? I can't believe Chris told her
this shit.

"You think you know me so well, don't you,
Cassie?"

"What was it again? Candy on Monday, Bambi on
Tuesday, Sugar on Wednesday? While I don't know your women's actual
names, I do know how you work."

"You don't know shit," I grunt angrily,
finally able to stand tall.

"You're right, I don't. How would tonight
work anyway? Were you going to cancel on your regular and then take
me home to screw? Or maybe you were hoping I would be up for a
threesome?"

Now there's an idea I hadn't had before.

She's leaning against the kitchen sink, still
as angry as when she first started on her little rant and I'm more
confused than ever. She was into it, wasn't she?

"Let me get this straight. You knew all this
about me but still allowed me to grope you a few minutes ago, and
in the pool this morning, and in the hallway a couple nights ago?
It seems you need to figure out what it is you want."

"I know what I want. I want to continue
working for the Smiths. I want to find things to do that are
fulfilling. I want to be deliriously happy. What I don't want is
you."

"Quit lying to yourself, Cassie. You want me.
I bet if I were to slide my hand inside your jeans and between your
legs, you'd be soaking wet for me."

Her cheeks flush in embarrassment, but
otherwise she doesn't falter. "You're right. You're an attractive
man and most women, including myself, fall for your lines, but
unlike those women, mine was a brief lapse in judgment. I won't
allow it to happen again. Now I suggest you leave so I can finish
the dishes, unless you'd like to stay and then I'll be sure to call
Mr. Smith down and fill him in on the last fifteen minutes in his
kitchen."