Chapter Three
George had every intention of playing it cool, of being nice, only he’d forgone nice. He missed watching her, and yes, that sounded like a sexual harassment suit waiting to happen, but he didn’t care.
Malcolm had dumped her in his home, asked him to give her work, which he had done. In fact, he believed she did more work than he asked her to do. She had taken the role of housekeeper seriously, and his home sparkled in a way it hadn’t in a long time.
Yes, he’d paid outside cleaners to come in every week, but they only worked for a couple of hours, since he didn’t want strangers lurking in his home while he was working.
Now, each room looked amazing, and he didn’t have any problem with Anna-Beth cleaning his home. She didn’t snoop. And he had kept a close eye on her. She didn’t go rummaging about in drawers, looking through his private business. Each room got wiped down, dusted, vacuumed, and cleaned before she moved on to the next one.
“Come on, out with it,” he said.
“George, you’re my boss. I … I don’t know. I guess I realized that dancing and doing yoga, and being familiar as if you’re my friend, is not the right thing to do. You’re my boss.”
He sighed. “I don’t give a flying fuck what label you put on it. I didn’t hire you to be my housekeeper.”
“I know. My brother asked you for a favor.”
He shrugged. “And I happen to like having you around the house,” he said.
This did make her lift her head. “What?”
“You heard me. I don’t mind you dancing on the lawn, or doing your weird yoga stuff, or singing. It’s been way too quiet here for the past week.”
“You don’t mind me singing?”
He held his hands up. “I’m not saying you’re going to sell records, honey.”
George watched as she threw her head back laughing. “Don’t worry. I’m not under any illusion that I’m a good singer, but it’s nice to know I’m not so bad.”
He winked at her. “Don’t treat me like your boss.”
“What about my brother?”
“What about him?” he asked.
“I don’t know what agreement you two have come up with. I don’t want to let you down, or let him down.”
“Anna-Beth, I don’t quite know what the problem is between you and your parents, or what’s going on. What I do know is that my home looks amazing. Your cooking … I mean, I’ve eaten better than I have in years. I don’t know how you do it,” he said. “I thought you Knight kids were forced to study the books and business.”
“We were,” Anna-Beth said. “I just happened to sometimes skip the classes.” She nibbled her lip, and he found it so sexy to watch her.
Would it be wrong to pull that lip from between her teeth and suck on it himself?
Fuck, what was wrong with him?
None of this made any sense. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.
“So, you’re a bit of a rebel?” he asked.
Again, that sexy laugh. She didn’t fake her laughter. He saw the sparkle in her eye as she looked at him.
“Nah, not a rebel, I guess I’m just not like my parents.”
He pointed his fork in her direction. “There is nothing wrong with that.”
“How did you and Malcolm become friends?”
“Through college. At first I thought he was too much of a Goody Two-Shoes. Always at the front of the class. Always raising his hand to answer the questions. Then one day, we bumped into each other at a party and I realized he had no choice but to succeed.”
“Yeah, Mom and Dad kind of forced that on him. As the only son, a lot was expected of him.”
“He talked about you, though,” George said.
“He did?”
“Yeah, you know he does love you. He was crazy about being a big brother.”
Anna-Beth chuckled. “I thought he always wanted a little brother.”
“Nah, he loved that you were a girl. He said you always had the sweetest smile, even as a kid.”
He saw her go red. The truth was, she did have the sweetest smile, and even the sexiest smile. George didn’t look at her like a sister. What he felt for Anna-Beth was anything but sisterly. She was sexy, and she had this wicked smile that made him want to kiss her. Also, he wanted to see how wicked they could both be together.
Lunch was over way too soon and Anna-Beth got to her feet, taking the tray from him. The temptation to reach out, capture her chin, to stare into her beautiful blue eyes and drown himself in her beauty, was tempting.
Instead, he kept his hands in his pockets. Her gaze was on his so he didn’t need to worry too much about hiding his raging cock. He wanted to fuck her so badly. Her lips were lovely and plump, designed to be wrapped around a man’s cock. He’d love to get her on her knees, those tits out in the open, naked and ready for his mouth.
There was so much he wanted to do to her, but he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking about them when he thought of Anna-Beth. She was still his friend’s sister.
She was out of bounds. Off limits.
He had a feeling he was going to struggle with this decision.
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After dealing with the lunch dishes, Anna-Beth looked over the dinnertime recipe, and then decided to take George’s advice and head out onto the lawn. She didn’t take a yoga mat, just her cell phone, and she brought up one of the playlists she’d created.
Anna-Beth didn’t know when she had come to love heavy metal music, and it was rather strange, but she found the sounds relaxing. With the music playing loudly, she tried not to think about the fact that George was in his office working. She didn’t play the music to the point that it would be rude for him while he worked. Just loud enough for her to hear.
Getting into position, she closed her eyes and began to make circles with her nose.
She was in no way a yoga queen, but she did like to stretch and many of the stances. It also helped her forget her troubles and allow them to melt away, while she focused on what was going on in her life.
The biggest distraction was the six-foot-plus in a sexy business suit. She had a feeling it had been tailored to him, as each suit fit his frame perfectly. She also knew he worked out. Anna-Beth had cleaned his gym several times, not that she’d caught him in it, but she knew he used it. Items were always moved, so he either used it or it was haunted.
Moving out of her pose, she began to change positions, going onto her knees and taking deep breaths. She worked her body from the top down, then from the bottom up. Finally, after about half an hour, she got to her feet and changed the music to something pop, so she could dance.
All too soon, the time had slipped away, and she had no choice but to make her way back to the kitchen. Before she did, she couldn’t help but glance over to where George’s office was, and with the angle of the sun, she couldn’t see if he was there watching her.
Spinning on her heel, she made her way back into the kitchen and got to work making him dinner. This time, it was chicken parmesan, which was one of her favorite ways to eat chicken. She left the music playing and lost herself in making the food. Anna-Beth didn’t make much, as she didn’t like bombarding her fridge with too many leftovers.
With dinner nearly cooked, she made her way toward George’s office, only to find him no longer there. She stepped out and called out his name. There was no response.
Anna-Beth frowned and made her way toward the gym. She hadn’t seen him work out before, but she didn’t think he’d go upstairs to his room.
The only other place he could be was in his pool, but she hadn’t caught him swimming in a few weeks.
George had a constant routine, and yet it was different at the same time. The one constant was the time he woke up, got to his office, had lunch, and then dinner. The changes occurred in between those constants.
Arriving at his gym, Anna-Beth had every intention of making him aware of her arrival, but one look at him working the weights and she found herself tongue-tied. He’d stripped out of the suit, and yes, she’d seen men partially naked before. She’d also seen some movies that showed men’s genitals.
Not that George was completely naked. He wore a pair of sweatpants, no shirt. But the suit was gone.
She also spotted several tattoos she hadn’t known he had. One was on his back, near his right shoulder. It was a symbol of a bird of some kind. There were also a few tattoos curving around his arms, going down but ending at the elbow. She had never known this about him. Her mouth had gone dry.
She felt an answering hum between her thighs. Pressing her thighs together, she watched him as he lifted the weights, looking completely in control.
He switched hands, lifting them up, and she saw his biceps, and all those other muscles seeming to contract.
Anna-Beth intended to step back, but instead she must have made a sound because George turned toward her.
“H-hey,” she said, her voice sounding way off even to her own ears.
“Hey,” he said.
“Uh, good moves,” she said.
“Yeah, I got into it years ago. It helps me blow off some steam.”
“Bad day at work?” Anna-Beth’s brain was not functioning. She was doing her best to pretend it was, but it was far from perfect.
“Nah, just … long.”
He put the weight down and grabbed a towel, wiping the perspiration off his face.
I would gladly lick you.
Anna-Beth pressed her lips together and forced a smile to her mouth. “Uh, dinner is ready.”
“What’s the matter?” George asked.
She didn’t know how he managed to close the distance between them, but he did so quickly. One moment, he was near his weights, and within a blink of an eye, he was right in front of her face. So close.
And he smelled amazing.
Even after working out.
Why did this have to be so hard?
“Uh, dinner is ready.”
“What’s the matter, Anna-Beth?” he asked.
Why did her name sound so good coming from his lips? She wanted to drown herself in the sound.
What?
None of this made any sense to her.
She took a step back and then another, all the while aware of the pleasure between her thighs, and the fact her nipples were hard as rock. Her needs were growing.
It was getting even more impossible to deny herself what she wanted, and she had to.
George was her boss.
This was a job.
She had to remember that.
Even though she was completely in love with him, and if she was honest, she wanted to be with him in every way.