Page 39 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
She was my daughter’s.
But we spent a lot of time together, and the lines were definitely graying.
I fucking hated gray lines.
I was a black-and-white guy. I followed the rules. Stayed in my lane.
The day I brought Melody home from the hospital, I’d made a commitment to my daughter. One she wouldn’t have been able to comprehend at the time, but I sure as hell did.
She was my priority. My life was forever changed, and I was going to be whatever she needed me to be to give her the best life.
So I’d date occasionally. Obviously I was a man with needs. But I was a straight shooter with the women I’d spent time with. I never lied about what I had to offer, which was nothing more than a casual thing.
Good dinner, easy conversation, and mind-blowing sex, if that was what they wanted.
And now, I was fantasizing about my daughter’s nanny.
A woman Melody had quickly grown close to.
A woman who was a decade younger than me.
She worked for me, for fuck’s sake.
I scrubbed a hand down my face.
I glanced at my phone when it vibrated, letting me know a new text had arrived.
Samantha
Hey handsome. I just got home from a work trip on the east coast, and I was thinking about you. Can you get a babysitter this week, and I’ll make you dinner? And maybe we can both scratch an itch.
I looked at the time and saw that it was just after two a.m. It wasn’t out of character for Samantha to text me this late. We’d hooked up several months ago. She was a flight attendant, and when she wasn’t working, she was traveling. She’d gone through a nasty divorce a few years back, and she wasn’t looking for anything serious, which had worked well for me.
Maybe that’s what I need?
To get Winnie out of my head.
I didn’t answer her. I wasn’t sure how I wanted to respond.
Instead, I decided to go get a bottle of water and a snack. I was wide awake, and maybe that would help.
I set my phone on the nightstand and made my way down the hallway.
Melody wouldn’t be up for several hours, so hopefully I’d still be able to get a few more hours of sleep.
I came around the corner and startled at the sight of her.
Winnie was standing with her back to me, staring into the freezer, wearing a pair of tiny shorts and a tank top. The curve of her peach-shaped ass was peeking out of the hem of her shorts, and my dick instantly reacted.
I quickly turned to get out of there before she saw me, but my arm hit the wall and made the slightest sound, causing her to turn.
“Oh, hey,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry. Did I wake you?”
“No. I couldn’t sleep. Came for a snack.”
She pulled out the quart of ice cream that she’d picked up at the market and opened the drawer, then held up a spoon for me. “Want some ice cream?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”
