Page 3 of Working for Him
“She’s Nate’s girlfriend, Mrs. Miller,” Rubio says.
My eyes flare wide and I turn to look between Nate and Rubio. Nate coughs. Luckily, Mrs. Miller is too busy throwing an imperious look at Rubio to notice my surprised reaction. When she turns back to me with narrowed eyes, I smile wide and link my hand with Nate’s.
I realize too late that I don’t know how Nate feels about this lie. He could pull away and tell the truth, leaving me to tidy this woman’s garden humiliated. But as soon as my palm slides against his, Nate wraps his fingers around mine and squeezes reassuringly.
“I didn’t realize you were seeing anyone.”
Nate shrugs. “I wasn’t sure Savannah was in it for the long haul. She’s young.” He turns to me. “But she’s mature and beautiful and has a good head on her shoulders. She’s studying to be a vet.”
It’s surreal. These are things a proud father might say about his daughter, but the context of him pretending I’m his girlfriend changes everything.
“Does she call you Daddy?” Mrs. Miller jokes.
When she says that, Nate’s hand tightens around mine. Something flashes in his eyes too, something I don’t quite know how to place due to my lack of experience, but I’m pretty sure it’s arousal.
I’m pretty sure that I just discovered a kink of Nate’s because I highly doubt that arousal has anything to do with me specifically. Mrs. Miller is more Nate’s type. If you take away the fake boobs, she looks a lot like his ex-wife.
“Good thing I didn’t put any vodka in the lemonade,” Mrs. Miller says. “Or your little girlfriend wouldn’t be able to drink it.” She hands over a glass to Nate and a glass to me with a brow raised.
I shake my head. “Rubio can have mine. I’m sure you brought it out for him, anyway. I’ll just have my water.” I hold up my bottle and shake it.
Mrs. Miller looks confused for a moment before noticing Rubio a few feet away. She hesitates, swallows, and finally extends her arm to Rubio. As soon as he takes the glass, she jerks her hand away as if she’s afraid he’s going to slip the diamond bracelet right off her wrist.
Maybe she thinks all of Nate’s tan is from the sun, but it’s not. His mother is from Mérida, Mexico. His father is the one with the Welsh ancestors that passed on the last name of Wallace.
I sip water from my insulated bottle while Nate and Rubio drain their cups. When she takes the empty glasses, Mrs. Miller looks more like she’s the one who just drank lemonade, unsweetened lemonade.
“Lying usually bites you in the ass,” Nate says to Rubio.
Rubio shrugs. “She’s got enough bad karma that I think I’ll be safe.”
Nate snorts, then turns to me. “You okay with this? It’s just for an hour. I don’t particularly want to admit to her that I’m unattached.”
I don’t know if it’s the heat of the sun or that look I saw in Nate’s eyes, but I say, “It’s fine. Looks like I’ll be your girlfriend for the next hour or so… Daddy.”
Chapter 3
Nate
Fuck. Me.
Of course, Savannah is too smart to have missed how my entire body tightened when Mrs. Miller suggested that she call me Daddy. It’s not something I’ve ever sought out before. My ex was older than me, for fuck’s sake, but the thought of sexy little Savannah on her knees begging for her daddy’s cock…
I clear my throat. I reach into the back seat of the cab and wrench open the cooler so I can grab a handful of ice and rub it on the back of my neck. I’m a little tempted to shove some down my pants, but then it would look like I had another problem all together.
I was burning hot long before those words were thrown out there. As soon as they lingered in the air, I was barraged with images. In every single one of them, Savannah was naked and begging for me.
“Is everything okay?” Savannah asks as she reaches past me to get some ice for herself.
“Fine,” I say, but it’s a lie.
It becomes even more of a lie when she imitates me, taking an ice cube from the chest and rubbing it along the back of her neck. Then she slides it around the front. The heat of her skin melts it quickly and drops of water glide down her chest only to disappear into her cleavage.
A shiver moves over her, jiggling her big tits. Once my attention is drawn to them, I can’t look away. Her nipples are hard little points, stretching her shirt even more than before. When I’m standing this close, practically hovering over her, I can tell that she isn’t wearing a bra.
“Vannah,” I groan.
“Yes, Daddy.”
