they’re attracted to each other, even though neither will admit it outright.
I never cared about him. Kirk and I are better off as friends. There was never any spark between us. The more time passes, the more complicated things are getting between them, and the more she tries to hide it from me. So all I can do is supply the alcohol every night she needs me.
When I open the door, I’m wearing a very short pair of cotton shorts and an oversized t-shirt that hangs off my shoulder.
Anya is on the other side. She’s clutching a coloring book and a box of crayons to her chest. I should have known it was her.
“Hi there,” I say, leaning against the door frame.
“Daddy said it was okay to come here if you are okay with it too,” Anya pleads, looking up at me with her big green eyes. Eyes that are exactly like her father’s.
I have known the Davenports for six months now, and my number one priority has always been to avoid Anya’s father as much as possible.
“You know you’re always welcome here, honey,” I say and hold my hand out to tug her inside.
“I brought crayons,” she says excitedly as she rushes over to my kitchen area. I watch with a smile as she climbs up on a stool at the breakfast bar.
“Have you eaten something?” I ask, and she nods.
“Daddy made pancakes.”
“What did you put on them?”
“I picked honey and daddy picked blueberries, so I had to eat them with both.” Anya’s long chocolate brown hair falls over her face and arms as she focuses on coloring.
“Sounds lovely,” I say while I put on the coffee.
I’m not sure what attracts Anya to me. I don’t spend a whole lot of time at the apartment. I’m usually too busy at work for that, but Anya seems to always know exactly when I’m home, and she pops over.
It’s no secret that Trevor Davenport despises me. For whatever reason, he seems to think I’ve stepped all over his feet. So I don’t know why he lets Anya spend this much time with me. Maybe it’s free babysitting.
Although Trevor doesn’t strike me as the kind of man who can’t afford to pay his nanny some extra cash to spend more time with Anya. I don’t know what he does, I haven’t bothered to look him up, but he is clearly wealthy.
“Daddy is taking me to the museum today, Blaire. Do you want to come with us?” Anya asks while I stir in the creamer. My head still hurts and I’m contemplating putting on sunglasses. Although I’m not sure how I would explain that to Anya.
“I don’t think your dad would want me there, honey, and besides, I don’t think I can. I’m meeting a friend for lunch.”
Anya pouts her lips but continues coloring.
“Daddy would like it too if you came,” she insists. That makes me laugh. A whole lot of wishful thinking!
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if Trevor and I actually got along. He seems like an interesting man.
He is definitely very sexy. Very handsome. That strong-silent type some women seem to go for.
So far, I have had a few naughty fantasies about him in my sleep that I’ve woken up from covered in sweat and with a tingling sensation between my legs. Other than that, I have managed to avoid any thoughts about him other than feeling annoyed.
There are a lot of handsome and successful men out there in the city to choose from.
“Why do you think that’s funny?” Anya asks, looking up at me a little sternly. I didn’t realize I was still grinning.
“Because what you said isn’t true, sweetie. Your daddy wouldn’t like me to go with you.”
“Why not?”
I shrug. “I guess because he would want to spend time with you alone. He has too much fun with you to care about me.”
That makes her giggle.
“So now you’ve started putting words in my mouth.” Trevor’s deep voice inside my apartment startles me. I jerk around to see him standing there, staring at us with a grin. How has he managed to let himself in?
“Come on, we need to head out,” he adds, turning to Anya.
“But I just got here, Daddy! I just started coloring the pigeon!”
I can feel a burning sensation on the tips of my ears. I feel the need to shift my weight from foot to foot. I am overly self-conscious of the clothes I’m wearing. No makeup…or rather, smudged makeup