for him to finish up. I can feel her discomfort. She must be scared shitless right now, because she keeps glancing at the laptop sitting on my desk. She knows I know, and that’s the fun part in all of this.
Sure, I could blow up in her face and punish her for trying to break into my computer with all kinds of business information that would put my entire family in jeopardy with the law, but that wouldn’t have the same kind of satisfaction.
She needs to learn her lesson.
If I erupt now, I won’t get to enjoy the sight of her squirming, practically begging Nikolas to hurry up so she can get away from me. It’s almost enough to make up for her snooping in the first place. Will she blame Nikolas when I tell her that I know what she did? Or will she take responsibility and put this all on herself, the same way she did with her father?
I’m not sure. All I know is that when she finally gets Nikolas off to bed, I can practically hear the sigh of relief escape her. The poor thing doesn’t even know yet that this isn’t the end of it. I’m going to make her suffer for quite some time.
Maybe then she’ll learn not to fuck with the boss.
Over the next few days, Victoria’s entire demeanor changes. Before this incident, when I ran into her, she seemed friendly enough. She told me all about what she and Nikolas did that day and how he was starting to open up more and not be so quiet.
Now, it’s a different story.
She barely looks at me, always giving a polite nod before she hurries off after the boy. Her reaction to me, the sheer fear of getting in trouble, is nearly enough to make me drop this whole thing entirely. Whatever she was trying to do clearly didn’t work and now she’s spending every second around me shifting in her chair or bouncing her knees anxiously.
Tonight, I hear the sound of pots and pans downstairs, so I head down to see what’s happening. Nikolas stands on his stepping stool next to Victoria as they both eat a plate of French toast.
That’s one thing I don’t regret about hiring her. Whenever she cooks or bakes, she leaves the house smelling delicious, and tonight is no different. She talks to him about his favorite show while they eat, though he doesn’t answer much. When they clean up and start to wash the dishes, I turn to leave.
“Ah!” she screams suddenly.
I turn around to find her dripping wet, the spray nozzle dangling in her hands. She must have accidentally soaked herself. She grabs a towel to dry herself off, muttering under her breath as if lecturing herself for being so clumsy.
While Nikolas goes to get ready for bed, I stay in the doorway, watching as she dries off. She turns around and jumps in surprise when she sees me. My eyes travel over her body, from her dark hair that’s tied up in a bun on her head to the way the wet shirt clings to every curve of her body. Her breasts look perfect, a slight sheen of water accentuating them nicely.
Even dressed down like this, she looks incredible. Immediately, my mind fills with the filthiest thoughts.
Tearing the shirt off her.
Exposing her to me—hot, smooth skin and silky hair.
The warmth of her breasts in my grasp. Those soft, plump lips.
I’d tease each of her nipples until they’re rock hard. She’d beg me not to stop, and I wouldn’t.
But Victoria suddenly turns around, embarrassed, and I realize that I was staring at her. I scold myself for getting so easily distracted and leave her drying off in the kitchen. Even worse, I’m annoyed that she caught me before I could get away. I should know better than to let something so silly as a woman’s breasts turn me into such a blubbering, leering idiot.
I head to my bedroom to change out of my work clothes and into a pair of sweatpants and a white tank top. I make my way to the bathroom when I hear Victoria’s voice coming from Nikolas’ room. I stop by to see what she’s saying. Maybe they’re talking about the game she created.
Instead, she’s lying in bed with him, reading him the wilderness boy bedtime story for the hundredth time. Her back is to me, and at this angle, I get a look at the gentle rise of her hips and