Chapter 6
Blair
“You’re still here,” Missy whispered as she came back into the living room. Hopefully it was a good surprise.
My eyebrows dropped. “Of course I am. Did you think I would ditch you because mom duty called?”
She shrugged in a self-deprecating way. “Honestly? Yeah.”
I shook my head. “We need to talk about your standards, Missy.”
She sank into the opposite end of the couch. “Let’s leave that discussion for another day.”
I pulled her feet into my lap and started massaging the arches.
Her eyes went wide. “What are you doing?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She tugged at the skirt of her dress before laying back and closing her eyes. “Definitely not.”
We were quiet for a moment until I moved my hands up to massage the ball of her foot, and a low moan filled the air. I could feel her calves tense against my thigh, and she moved to pull her feet away.
“It’s okay, don’t be embarrassed. I know how to make you moan like that a few other ways, if you’re interested.”
“Ha ha.” Her face turned scarlet. She pulled her arms around her middle but left her feet in my lap.
I shouldn’t be doing this—focusing on a woman who had so much going on in her life when my main goal was relaxation and fun.
She didn’t need a guy like me hanging around if I wasn’t willing to take on the responsibility that came with dating a mom.
Still, I couldn’t help but be drawn to her.
The posh yet unsure woman she presented to the world was only a mask.
I was sure of it. She was bold enough to leave her ex, humble enough to accept help, and fun enough to keep a baby, and me, entertained all day.
I had a million other questions for this girl.
What was the deal with Sophia’s dad? Was he the reason she was so self-conscious and unsure?
Why was the ex of her ex the only person she could call on when she found herself in need of help?
I didn’t know her well enough to ask those questions, but I could fix that.
“So, what time do you want me to pick you up tomorrow?”
Her eyes popped open. “Tomorrow?”
I nodded. “I have to head to get the parts for your SUV. I figured you and Sophia would come along for the drive. Since you are paying for the parts, this seems easier, don’t you think?
” I’d originally planned to make the trip as soon as they opened and be back as early as possible.
But if Sophia’s appointment wasn’t until the day after tomorrow, then why not take the opportunity to spend some time with Missy?
She wet her lips, and my eyes caught on the little heart shape at the top. “What about a car seat for Sophia?” She pushed herself up to sitting, and I reluctantly let her feet slide out of my grasp.
“We can use the one from your SUV.”
She frowned. “I don’t know how to take it out or install it.”
I shrugged. “I’m a mechanic. I’m sure I can figure it out. I’ll switch them before I leave.”
She pulled the corner of her lip into her mouth and glanced at the black-and-white image on the baby monitor. “I suppose that makes the most sense. So long as we can make sure the car seat is safe.”
I stood. “Alright, it’s a date. I’ll be here around seven-thirty.”
Her eyes went wide. “It’s not a date.”
“It’s an expression, Missy, but since you seem so appalled by the idea, it is definitely a date.”
“No, it’s not,” she called after me with a laugh as I opened the front door.
“Lock this after I leave. See you tomorrow for our date.” I shut the door before she could reply.
Shit, now I had to plan a date.
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I topped up my truck with gas and made a quick pit stop to grab some snacks for Sophia before heading home.
Strawberries and baby crackers weren’t exactly a recipe to wine and dine a woman like Missy, but my ability to impress didn’t go far past a clean shirt.
I tucked my purchases away and glanced at the clock.
If I was going to be up, caffeinated, and ready to go by seven-thirty, I’d better shower and hit the bed.
I tossed my clothes into the hamper and stepped under the spray.
My thoughts immediately went to Missy trying to hide in her little green dress as if she wasn’t gorgeous.
She was so willing to put her hands on my chest or her feet on my lap when the pressure was off, so it was upsetting to think of the moments when she was fiddling with her hair and avoiding my eyes.
Cracking through her insecure shell was rapidly becoming my goal of the week.
Besides, it wasn’t often I got to play the knight in shining armor, and she seemed like she could use a friend.
The problem with that logic came as I started to wash off the day.
My brain was saying friend, but my soap-covered hand was sliding down my stomach.
The memory of the moan she let out as I rubbed her feet had me abandoning all logic and taking a good firm grasp of my dick.
God, what was wrong with me? I’d had the back of her hand on my chest and her feet in my lap, and just that amount of contact had me hard as stone and frantically pumping myself looking for relief.
I came hard in an embarrassingly short amount of time, with a ferocity that I didn’t expect.
I reached out to steady myself against the towel bar and cursed as the fixture gave way beneath my weight.
This is going to hurt, was the last thing I thought of before I tumbled onto the slick porcelain surface of the shower floor, one hand still on my dick.