as long as I could. I wrote words and fleshed out my storyline. I hammered out steamy dialogue and even got into an amazing sex scene. I couldn’t write about sex without looking at the woman who made my dick hard with one look.
When I stood to follow the melody floating from the formal living room, Frankie showed up with a smile. “Hey, sweetheart,” I said leaning down to kiss her forehead.
“Hey, Daddy. You don’t have whiskey.” She glanced down at my hands then back into my eyes.
“No, I don’t. I was getting some work done.”
“You usually have whiskey when you write or work from home.”
“Not all the time,” I countered, scrubbing my palm against my chin.
“Yeah. All the time.”
Damn, if my drinking was so habitual that Frankie noticed when I didn’t have a glass in my hand, something was wrong.
“Can I use the oven? I saw a recipe on YouTube I wanna try.”
“Yeah, don’t broil anything unless either me or Xari is in there with you though.” I loved watching her blossom and fall in love with cooking. She wasn’t half-bad either. I liked the bagels she packed me for lunch last week and she’d become an expert pancake maker.
“Hey,” I walked into the formal living room and sank into the couch. Xari’s eyes opened long enough to look at me and flash a sexy smile. God, I wanted to kiss her lips and pull her against me. Instead, I poured all that passion into my words.
The more Xari played, the easier my words flowed out. She was truly a muse to my writing. When she took a break and the music stopped, my eyes jerked to her. She was stretching with her eyes closed.
She raised her hands above her head and leaned to the left and then the right. She was a slender reed in the moonlight. My feet carried me to her before I knew what I was doing.
I slid my hands down her sides making her big brown eyes snap open. “You scared the fuck out of me. You know Frankie is right in the kitchen.” Her hushed tone and cautious expression only made me want to kiss her and touch her more. What the fuck was wrong with me?
“I know but I told you what it does to me when I see you sitting there…perched, doing what you love, looking like an angel.” I leaned down and kissed her neck, tasting the sweet warmth of her skin. My hands roamed to her breasts, kneading them and seeking out the stiff nipples beneath her blouse.
“Oh, god, Evander…” Her breathy whispers spoke directly to my cock. “You’re so fucking bad.” She pulled away, glancing toward the doorway.
“Nah…I leave that to you.”
“You already know how I feel about you,” she purred.
“Do I?” The question was eager and hungry to hear her answer.
“I guess that’s something we need to talk about when we discuss the uh…contract.” For the first time since I met her, Xari sounded completely unsure. It didn’t do much to boost my confidence. Maybe she didn’t feel as strongly as I did. Maybe she didn’t want to take our friends-with-benefits relationship to the next level.
I did though.
“What is this contract you guys keep talking about?” Frankie frowned. Where the hell did she keep coming from? I had to figure out what was going on with me and Xari before my head was completely wrapped up in her with no hope for a cure.
“Xari’s contract,” I stammered, shoving my hands in my pockets and angling myself so she wouldn’t see my erection.
“She’s not leaving, is she?” Frankie’s eyes were wide pools of emotion. She looked like my little girl right then. Sometimes she shifted in and out of maturity and childlikeness. I had a love-hate relationship with the preteen years. I loved watching her grow and become independent, but I hated how much she was growing away from me.
“No, girl. You can’t get rid of me that easy,” Xari chuckled.
“We need to discuss when she wants to move into the guest house.” That was bullshit. I hated lying to my daughter but I couldn’t tell her about Xari and me until I knew if there was a Xari and me. If there was a chance, then I’d break it to her with Xari by my side.
…
Bedtime for Frankie came quickly and consisted of hugs and kisses from me and a hug from Xari along with lots of secretive giggles that used to make me uneasy and curious.