Temptation (5 page)

"You need to be there Saturday because you're
her fucking godfather. Molly is starting to think we should pick
someone else. You know, change it up because she thinks we made a
mistake with you, but you were the one at her baptism and you need
to step up as far as godparents go. Kim will be there."

"Fuck Kim," I mumble, dragging my hand
through my hair. I glance over at lane one to make sure Maria's
still swimming. When I spot her I focus my attention back on Chris.
"Maybe if you picked a better godmother for your child then I'd
want to be at the birthday party. You know, if something happened
to you guys, Kim would be the worst mother. She'd drink all day and
would only care about herself."

"And you? What would you do?"

"I'd hire a nanny to be with Alyssa around
the clock."

"That's no better, T."

"You didn't let me finish. It would be the
best damn nanny there is."

Chris laughs. "She already has the best damn
nanny there is. Just be there on Saturday, okay? You can wish
Alyssa a happy birthday, say hello to Molly and then go spend the
rest of the afternoon with my liquor stash."

I know what he's saying is right. I have been
a pretty shitty godparent, but what do I know about God. I wouldn't
be able to lead his daughter on the right path. God forbid
something did happen to him and I was forced to take over, she'll
be going by the name Candy and stripping at a gentlemen's club by
sixteen.

Hell. I'll probably be the one to get her the
job.

"I can't make any promises, but I'll try to
make it."

"No, you will make it. It's Saturday at two.
You better be there."

I reluctantly nod my head and agree before we
exchange goodbyes and he heads back to the locker room, permanently
freeing my lane so I can swim next to my obsession and gawk at her
from the safety of the lane next to hers.

I force my legs to move as I walk down the
length of the pool towards the lap counter. When I reach lane two I
dive in before standing up and rinsing my goggles off. It's then
that my girl stops at the end of her lane to take a sip of her
bottle of water.

We're only inches apart. Her hair is pulled
up in another knot and I'm watching the drops of water trickle down
her neck and shoulders. I want to move behind her and lick the
drops off her skin.

I need to talk to her. I've wanted to talk to
her for the past year, but today the urge is stronger than ever
before, all because of that asshole, Chris. How does he even know
her?

Before I can come up with a plan and execute
it, I blurt out, "Hey."

Her back is towards me and she's wearing a
new blue swimsuit instead of the black one. About six months into
my stalking the frumpy blue suit became outrageously too big so she
started wearing a new black one-piece. The past two months the
black suit became so large that at times, and I'm embarrassed to
say this, I was able to get a full view of those smaller, but still
gorgeously full tits of hers.

I only ever looked for a brief moment because
she'd immediately realize she was exposed and raise the straps of
her suit, but underwater, with my goggles on, I was able to enjoy
the second or two.

Once she got me so hard I had to run to the
locker room and rub one out in the shower.

Like I've said before, I'm pathetic.

She puts her water down and turns hesitantly
in my direction.

"Hi," she whispers shyly. Her big, caramel
brown eyes draw me in and I've forgotten everything I've wanted to
say to her. We stand in silence for a few seconds, as I'm stunned
to silence by her beauty. A few moments later my brain starts to
work again and I think of what to say next.

"You know Chris?" I ask.

She looks at me puzzled for a second and then
recognition crosses her face. "Oh, Mr. Smith? Yes, I work for
him."

Oh, so she must be a nurse at his office. Why
the fuck haven't I seen her there before? I would have remembered
seeing her there, especially since she's the only fucking image
that seems to be floating around in my thoughts lately. I should
schedule another appointment with him. I'm due for my yearly and
I'll definitely be requesting her to be my nurse. Once she walks
into the room I'll lock the door behind her and have her up against
the wall screaming my name before she can check my vitals.

I'm hard just thinking about it.

She's looking at me, her brow wrinkled and
her head cocked, most likely waiting to see why I've stopped her
workout. Her puzzled expression is cute. I want to brush my hand
over her face and relax her eyebrows with my fingertips.

Okay, I need to stop being creepy and say
something else.

"I'm sure Chris is a pain in the ass to work
for. It's a wonder how his wife can deal with him."

She looks down and chuckles under her breath
before looking back up at me under her eyelashes. "Mrs. Smith's a
sweetheart. I think their opposite personalities suit each other
well. They're an amazing couple."

She speaks of them with such love and
affection in her voice that it's almost hard to hear. I want her to
speak of me that way, someday. She obviously knows them well and
I'm Chris's closest friend, so why haven't I ever met her
before?

She interrupts my train of thought. "I hate
to be rude but I really need to finish up my swim. It was nice
talking to you."

She waves delicately at me and then turns
around, taking another sip of her water before slipping underneath
the water and swimming her laps.

"You too," I mumble under my breath. I move
to pull myself out of the water and then realize I haven't worked
out yet. She has my mind racing in a million different directions
and I almost forgot to do the one thing that makes me sane.

I submerge myself under the water and swim.
Lap after lap I slowly lose myself in the pool, forgetting all
about my lap girl and her connection to Chris. It's not until my
ninety minutes are over and I'm getting out of the water that I
realize she's no longer in the pool. This is the first time she has
ever left the water before me. I miss the familiarity of having her
in the lane next to me.

That thought unsettles me.

I walk into the locker room, trying to brush
all thoughts of her out of my head so I can get through my day. I
have an important meeting this afternoon and I'll need to make a
phone call for tonight. It's Thursday and after several months I
still haven't found a permanent replacement for Bailey. The
different women I bring home aren't working out and although they
are sexually satisfying, they leave me desperately wanting more.
More than a meaningless connection and an orgasm that lasts a few
seconds.

It's gotten so bad that on many occasions I
don't even bother finding someone to fill in. I'm constantly
canceling on my regular girls during the week as well. When I look
back at when this behavior of mine started, it all goes back to
Maria. It's her fault and if I don't fuck her soon she'll ruin my
entire reputation.

I need her under me so I can get back to my
life.

Four

Entry #1591

Another weekend I have to spend away from
the health club. That means two whole days without seeing Maria.
I've never been this bewitched by a woman before, and the thought
terrifies me...

Parking in Chicago on a Saturday is a bitch.
It's nearly impossible to find a spot. The people fortunate enough
not to have to work on the weekend keep their vehicles parked on
the street and walk everywhere so that they don't have to give up
their parking spots. I could find a parking garage a few blocks
down, but I refuse to entrust my car to the valets and parking
garage workers. After driving around for ten minutes I'm lucky
enough to catch someone pulling out of their space two brownstones
down from Chris's place. I snag the spot before anyone else can and
look at the clock.

2:08pm.

"Time to get this over with," I mumble while
shutting the car off and slipping out of the front seat. I'm mopey
as shit and it's all because I can't get her out of my head. I need
to lock myself away with Chris's liquor stash and then maybe go
fuck Kim. She may be a bitch but if I pursue her she'll go for
it.

At least my dick will get wet.

It's a mild day in the city. Not warm enough
to wear shorts and a t-shirt, but not cold enough for a jacket.
Chris lives in one of the richest areas of Lincoln Park and
although it's a nice, safe neighborhood to raise Alyssa, it'll
never beat my penthouse view of Lake Michigan.

With Alyssa's gift in one hand and a bottle
of Molly's favorite wine in the other, I walk up the steps of their
large brownstone and ring the doorbell. As I wait for someone to
answer I can hear the screams and giggles of all the little ankle
biters inside.

This is going to be a long afternoon.

The door swings open and I'm greeted by an
out of breath Chris. "Well, I'll be damned. I thought for sure you
were going to blow this party off. Come on in."

He steps away from the doorway so I walk
through the entryway and into the open space. "You act like I never
see your little princess. Have you forgotten that I have tea with
her every week?"

"Humoring her in her fantasy play and
pretending to have invisible tea with her while we discuss what
you'll do with my money every week does not count as quality time,"
he replies with a smirk. We walk past the entryway, down the long
dark hallway and to the large modern kitchen.

"That counts. She loves our tea time together
and I can guarantee that if I didn't show up today she wouldn't
notice."

"Theo!" Molly squeals from across the
kitchen. She makes her way over to me and grabs me around the
waist, squeezing me tightly. My hands are filled but I'm able to
hug her back before she lets go.

"This is for you, love. When are you going to
leave Chris and give me a go around?" I ask her. She loves the way
I innocently flirt with her and the bantering pisses Chris off,
which is a bonus.

"Oh, stop it, T." She blushes, slapping me
across the shoulder but clearly flattered by my comment. She takes
the wine and moves back over to the other end of the kitchen to
place it in the wine rack above their forty-inch cedar
cabinets.

I glance around the room and see Kim heading
over in my direction. I inwardly groan at the thought of having to
have a conversation with her. She's the most narcissistic person I
know. Just seeing her again is enough reminder of why I dislike
her, so I definitely won't try to fuck her tonight.

I swear I can almost hear my dick whimper in
protest.

"I can't believe you found the time to fit
this party in, Theo. I thought you were too good for us?"

"I'm not too good for them, just you,
Kim."

"You wish, Theo."

"No, you wish. I fucked you once, remember?
It wasn't worthy of a repeat."

She drags a hand through her bottled red
hair. "My lover seems to think I'm worth it. Look at the twenty
thousand dollar necklace he just bought me."

I ignore her comment because in typical Kim
fashion the conversation has turned to money as her eyes light up
with greed.

"Where is my little rugrat, Chris?" I ask,
holding out the gift I bought her for her fourth birthday.

"I have no idea where she is. The kids have
been running all over this house, banging into things and getting
dirt everywhere. Next year we're having the party at the health
club or the zoo because the mess isn't worth it."

He stares off at something behind me before
yelling, "Cassie." He signals her over and then brings his eyes
back to mine. "Cassie is Alyssa's nanny. She'll bring you to
her."

He waits a moment until someone, I'm assuming
Cassie, is standing behind me. "Can you take Theo to see Alyssa?"
he asks, gesturing in my direction.

"Sure thing, Mr. Smith," she replies.

Wait...

I know that voice.

I've heard that voice before. It's the most
beautiful sound I've ever heard and my pulse races, hoping to hear
it again.

It can't be.

Chris just called her Cassie, but I'm
positive Bailey said her name was Maria.

"Cassie, we've been over this a million and
one times. Call me Chris."

"Okay," she replies shyly and I turn around
to see the woman behind that voice, wondering if my ears have
deceived me.

She's standing less than a foot in front of
me wearing a sleeveless pink, tea length dress that's form fitting
on top, hugging the curves of her breasts perfectly and squeezing
her snuggly at the waist before puffing out on the bottom. Her dark
brown hair is down and draped over one shoulder, exposing one side
of her neck. I look her over, my eyes trailing over every inch of
her body and suddenly her words come back to me.

Oh, Mr. Smith? Yes, I work for him.

I assumed she meant as a nurse for his
practice. I never thought she meant she worked in his home... with
my goddaughter. If I had known that I would have made regular
appearances here. I've been dying to see her outside of the pool,
and all this time she was right under my nose, working for my
closest friend.

My eyes trail down and linger on her exposed
legs that are soft but toned, and I'm dying for my hands to slide
up those legs and under her dress. She's wearing a pair of ballet
flats on her feet, and although I wish they were stilettos, she
still looks stunning. All that hard work and dedication has really
transformed her body and I'm dying to worship every inch of it.

My eyes continue to drift over her body until
I hear Chris cough behind me.

"Cassie is a beloved member of my family,
Theo," he whispers from behind me so only I can hear. "She's off
limits."