Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
When I fill her up, a strange sense that I’ve been filled up as well takes hold of me. It’s a feeling that is foreign and unique—one that applies only when I’m with Hannah. If there’s one thing that concerns me about this arrangement, it’s that I have to admit she makes me feel something different.
I pull my mouth from hers, intent on her clarifying one thing that I wonder about sometimes. “Tell me you want this?”
She nods, uses her hands on my head to try to pull me back into a kiss.
I use my hands on her face to hold her in place, denying her advance. “Tell me no, Hannah. Just once.”
Her smile is amused. “But I only want to say yes.”
“Thank fuck,” I mutter before kissing her again.
Just as I start to contemplate the best way to get her clothes off—her standard uniform of a t-shirt and jeans—I’m startled by a knock on the door that we are currently pressed against.
“Just great,” I growl, gently pulling Hannah away from the door. When I turn her to the side, she scrambles for the kitchen, immediately putting distance between us.
I open the door, blinking in surprise at my sister. She merely smirks at me and drawls, “Good morning.”
Opening the door wider, I mutely gesture her inside. She eyes me critically, concentrating on my face for a long moment. Then her gaze brushes past me to the kitchen, her eyes going saucer wide when she sees Hannah there. Her appraisal is deliberate before she turns back to me, eyebrow raised.
“I would apologize for barging in like this, but you clearly forgot I was coming over this morning,” she tells me. “At least, I think that’s what your blank expression means.”
There’s a moment of blinking at my sister as my brain tries to process, but the only thought in my head is that I was moments away from falling into bliss with Hannah.
“My floors,” Christina prompts. “I told you I was having the floors in my house redone today—that I took the day off from work to get the workers started, but that I wanted to come over here to avoid all the noise and chaos so I could at least get what work I could done. You do remember that, right?”
And yes, it all comes back to me, but it just goes to show the strength of the Hannah-haze that is left behind after just a few moments of kissing. Christ, the woman has some witchy magic.
“Yeah, I remember.” I try to a smile, but because my morning with Hannah just took a solid U-turn, I say, “I’m headed into work if you want to use my office.”
“Perfect.” Christina beams, hitching a satchel I hadn’t noticed until now higher on her shoulder. I assume she’s carrying school stuff—perhaps papers to grade.
Then my sister does what my sister does best—she decides to get nosy. Without a word, she heads toward the kitchen. I have no choice but to follow.
“And who do we have here?” she asks, shooting an electrically beautiful smile of welcome and curiosity at Hannah, who returns her stare but not such a wide smile. In fact, she looks like a doe caught in the headlights.
I make hasty introductions. “This is my housekeeper, Hannah Madigan. Hannah… this is my sister, Christina.”
I get an arched eyebrow from Christina, clearly showing me she’s not buying this, but then she turns back to Hannah. She extends her hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I can’t say that Asher has ever hired someone so beautiful before, but then again, he’s never hired someone solely to clean his house.”
Hannah has no clue what to say. I supply the relevant info that my sister needs to hear. “I misspoke. She’s more than a housekeeper. She sort of manages my household. Things like grocery shopping, handling my dry cleaning, cooking, and running errands for me.”
“Hmmm,” is all Christina says, not even glancing at me. She gives another warm smile to Hannah, who has yet to say a word. “Well, let’s hope you keep him straight. He needs it.”
To my surprise, Hannah’s eyes twinkle with something I can’t quite identify, but it doesn’t put me at ease. She leans in closer to Christina, inclines her head in a manner I would describe as conspiratorial, and says, “Well, if I could ever teach him to put his dirty clothes in the actual hamper when he discards them, I would consider that a major victory.”
My sister snorts. It’s obvious to me that she’s gone from being curious about this woman in my apartment to downright enraptured with her.
Grabbing Christina’s arm, I give it a tug. “Let’s not take up all of Hannah’s time. She has a lot to do. I have to get some stuff from my office so let’s go get you set up in there.”