Chapter 20 Flo
Entering the bathroom using my hip without thinking, steam hits me in the face like fog, making breathing difficult.
I catch a male outline behind half of the glass shower door, and my breath hitches.
I hadn’t heard Evan and Leo enter the hotel room, but I’d had my headphones on while finishing up Leo’s gift that I’m planning to give him tomorrow.
Evan’s broad shoulders immediately demand my attention, glistening droplets of warm water dripping down them onto the slope of his corded back. I freeze mid-step, eyes latching onto the lion tattoo curling around his inner bicep.
I’m unsure why I can’t move, because I’ve just walked in on my boss showering. I should be running for the hills, hands covering my eyes, ready to scoop them out to rid my mind of the image, but that’s the last thing I want to do.
“You all good there, trouble?” His voice, all husky, lets me know he’s aware of my presence, and the slight chuckle his tone holds also tells me he’s not as angry as I thought he’d be. In fact, he sounds somewhat amused.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” I drop my eyes. “I just needed to brush my teeth. I didn’t know you were in here. I should have knocked first.”
“Just do what you need to do.”
“Um… where’s Leo?”
“Down in the bar with the guys. Just pretend I’m not here. You can brush your teeth.”
He expects me to ignore him? While he’s behind me naked? My lower abdomen aches.
“I have eyes, you know? I can see you. How do you expect me to pretend you’re not here?” I cross my arms over my chest, unsure if he can even see me.
“Imagine I’m just part of the furniture,” he says over the sound of the soft water jets.
I release a scoff. Well, if Evan West is a piece of furniture, I want to sit on him. “Okay, and is that what you would do if I were naked in the shower behind you? Ignore me?”
I’m met with silence, but after a few seconds, Evan clears his throat, seeming almost startled by my question.
“No,” he says confidently. “But that’s different.”
“How is it different?”
He shuts the water off, and my heart rattles against my ribcage so hard I’m convinced I’m going to break one of them.
“Do you really want me to answer that, Flo?”
“Yes.”
“Fine.” He sighs, frustrated. “Because it would be physically impossible for me not to drop to my knees in front of you if you were naked behind me. I’d probably even ask for your permission to devour you right here in this shower.”
My skin tingles. And instead of pulling away, I lean into it. My body’s already decided it’s going to react. Heart racing. Blood pumping. Core throbbing.
Fuck.
I focus on Evan’s form moving around inside the foggy shower, and he opens the door and wraps a towel around his waist as I keep my eyes trained on his upper body since I don’t trust myself not to drop to my own knees if I were to see something I’m fucking desperate to.
“You’re playing with fire, West.” My lips tilt up in a smile, and I take a step towards him, my bare feet slapping against the warm black and white tiles.
“Don’t think I’m going to be a respectful young woman who apologises and ducks out of here with blushing cheeks, because if you say things like that to me, I will flirt back.
” My eyes drop to the prominent bulge under his towel, but I believe it's soft, which is even more intimidating. “And I’m not too sure you’d be able to handle that. ”
Releasing a slight chuckle, I grab my toothbrush and stare at myself in the mirror as I get myself ready for bed, with Evan watching me from behind.
“You think I’m the one who won’t be able to handle it?” His grey eyes pierce my soul. “I beg to differ, Flo. I really do.”
“Are we still talking about flirting?” Arching a brow at him, his chuckle tells me all I need to know, and I have to rip my gaze away from him and spit the frothed toothpaste out of my mouth to distract myself.
“No, trouble, we’re not still talking about flirting.” Evan stands beside me now, his eyes latched onto my neck and drifting down to the swell of my breasts, my midriff, and my long, tanned legs.
My skin flames as a smile tugs my lips. We’re in a challenge now, staring each other down. He seriously thinks I wouldn’t be able to handle him? “Well, you know you can always practice with me. I’ve offered before, and I’m offering again.”
Evan’s jaw works as he stares at me, eyes hard and storm-like. “Do you even know what you’re saying right now?”
“Yes, I most certainly do.”
“Is that supposed to be a joke, Flo? I don’t like jokes.” He steps closer.
“Take it however you want.”
Damn it, I want him to bridge the gap and just kiss me again. I’ve been craving it ever since our pity pour.
“You think you can handle practising just once, and then just leave at the end of summer?”
I gulp, eyes flitting down to his impressive V-line.
No, but he doesn’t need to hear that because we both understand this situation isn’t permanent. Children don’t stay young forever, and soon enough, Evan won’t need a nanny. So, even if I were to remain until he retires for whatever reason, once he does, he won’t need my services anymore.
Plus, I’ve got my trip planned. My amazing trip that’s going to help me find my way in life. Help me become me, even though this version of myself is a version I like. I want to be her forever. I’m happy and confident, and no longer wake up dreading the day.
Evan would ruin any other man for me if we were to go there, I know it. But it would be worth it—just one night with him before I leave.
“Yes.” I’m lying, but the pull I feel towards this broody single dad is unmatched.
It almost feels pathetic, how badly I want him, and makes me feel like every other nanny he’s had before who haven’t been able to keep their eyes from his chiselled body, but the only difference is, Evan looks at me the same way.
Like he can’t stop himself. Like he’s fighting against something he wants so badly, but knows he can’t have.
Evan takes another step closer to me, bracing his palm on the mirror above my head. I’m trapped, but I’ve never been so happy to be caged in.
“Do you know what you do to me, Flo?”
“I have an idea.”
“Oh, do you?” He lowers his head before kissing along my collarbone, my nipples desperately poking through my purple cami top. It feels electric, as if each kiss is sending a surge of energy through my entire body.
“Is this okay?”
“More than okay,” I say on a sigh, arching into him.
“I know I said I was going to kiss you just once, but fuck me, I can’t stop thinking about doing it again.” His tongue dusts along my shoulder. “The thought of letting you go and never doing this will haunt me for the rest of my life.”
“Then do something about it, Evan.” My voice is breathy.
My cheeks ball up as I smile, and he bites at my sweet spot. My hands clench. “Shit, Evan.”
“We need to get each other out of our systems before the end of summer, Flo. I can’t go on wanting you after you leave.”
My body’s broken out into a light sweat, and the leftover steam from the shower clings to the air, wetting my skin.
“You don’t want me to stop?”
“Why the fuck would I want that? Trust me, if I didn’t want you to touch me, you’d hear about it.”
Evan’s hand slides down inside the material slung low on his waist, and his hand bobs up and down as he toys with himself, jaw clenching and unclenching.
I watch him, utterly mesmerised, wishing I could see all of him.
“Are you sure you can handle seeing how wet I get for you to then watch me leave at the end of the summer?”
He kisses me now, needy and commanding, cupping my cheek and neck with one hand. “No, I can’t handle that, Flo, but right now, I don’t give a shit.” Our teeth clash, crazed and driven by the fact that we both need this right now. Not from just anyone, but each other.
Evan doesn’t fail to give my tits attention, massaging them before slowly rolling his fingers over my nipples, letting the fabric of my cami top act as a thin barrier so that what we’re doing doesn’t feel as detrimental.
I want him to pull it down, to take my tits into his mouth and suck on them until they’re red raw, but I let him lead this.
His hand is still under his towel, stroking slowly. Too slowly. And I release a groan of frustration as I watch him stop and start again and again. “This is killing me.”
“Do you want me to go faster, Flo?”
“Yes, rub your cock faster.”
“Say please.” Evan’s hot breath fans across my neck before he rests his forehead against mine.
“Please,” I moan.
As he quickens his pace, I clamber onto the counter and back up against the mirror, spreading my legs and resting the heels of my feet on the edge.
The tiny sleep shorts I’m wearing leave little to the imagination, but the frenzied look in Evan’s eyes shows me he’s frustrated that the piece of fabric is blocking his view.
“Only fair,” I tell him with a shrug.
I dip my fingers into the shorts and swirl my fingers around my clit, spreading my wetness. The sound echoes throughout the bathroom, being the only thing I can hear, along with our short, curt breaths.
“Are you going to pleasure yourself?”
“Uh-huh.” I try to keep my eyes hard, but they melt as soon as I slide my fingers into myself, and my lips form into an ‘O’ shape. My vision latches onto Evan’s movements under his towel, and thoughts of his large hand gripping his even larger dick make my core tense up.
“Do you like that, trouble?” Evan’s hands continue to move at a pace as he pumps his cock, and I clamp my teeth down on my lip to stop myself from begging him to drop the towel, rip my shorts away and sink into me. “Watching me fuck my fist under this towel? All for you?”
I go slow, core clenching around my fingers. Evan’s eyes drop down to himself for a few seconds, eyebrows collapsing before dragging them back up to me, honing in on where my soaking wet pussy would be.