The Baby Package
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“When are Amy and Rebecca coming? And Patrick?” I yelled as we danced.
“I’m not sure, but that hottie sure hasn’t stopped looking at you,” Summer said as she grabbed me and pulled me closer to her. “He’s seriously been staring at you this entire time. Don’t look, but I think he likes you.”
“Nothing I can do about it now. I promised to behave myself since we are working together.”
“Did you promise to behave at work or all the time?” Summer’s arms stayed wrapped around me, and we laughed and laughed.
It was fun to hang out with Summer. She was all about having a good time, and that made it easy to forget the day to day boring stuff and just have let go. My other friends were fun as well, but not nearly as carefree as Summer was.
“I think I promised to behave while I was at work.” I laughed.
“Then you’re golden. Just be naughty outside of work.”
“Hey, you girls, let me in here,” Patrick said as he wrapped his arms around the both of us.
Patrick kissed me on the cheek and twirled me around, and sure enough, I saw Jason staring right at me. I couldn’t help it—I wrapped my arms around Patrick and kissed him on the neck while Jason looked on. Jason smiled and went back to talking to Kevin, but as I continued to dance with Patrick, I kept seeing Jason looking over and seeing what we were up to. It was a bit presumptuous to say he was jealous or anything like that, but Jason certainly was interested in what I was doing with Patrick.
“You’re drunk, aren’t you?” Patrick laughed as he grabbed my ass, and we playfully danced together with Summer.
The three of us were certainly an interesting sight to see if you didn’t know the dynamics of our relationship. Summer was kissing me and then kissing Patrick on the neck. She was always like that, and I’d probably been kissed by her more than by any guy in my life. She didn’t kiss me or Patrick on the lips, but she was drunk and laughing and loving on us.
Patrick was gay; he didn’t even like girls, but he loved to dance with us and have fun. He was an affectionate guy and probably wouldn’t have been kissing on me like he was except that I’d started it by kissing on his neck. He was having a good time, as were we all.
“I’m totally not drunk.” I laughed. “I’m just so happy to be done with my work week. And guess what?” I said without leaving him enough time to respond. “Jason is here with my other boss, Kevin. Can we play with them a little?”
“Oh, that’s what all this touchy—feely stuff is. You’re trying to make him jealous. I am a pretty handsome hunk of a guy,” he said laughing. “I can play the part of the hot heterosexual stud,” he said and then picked me up off the ground.
My legs wrapped around him as his muscular arms held onto me, and we danced to the beat of the music. Summer found herself another guy to dance with, just some random guy in the club, and the four of us were basically dirty dancing in the middle of the club.
Patrick played a straight guy pretty damn well as his hand ran down my body from my neck to my waist, and he pushed me backward and pulled me back toward him again. He was lifting me and moving me around like he owned me, and it was actually very hilarious. Patrick and I danced for at least twenty minutes before he finally leaned me nearly upside down and then pulled me back up toward him.
Then out of nowhere, he planted an erotic kiss on me that caught me so off guard. Instead of kissing him back, I pushed him away as I tried to gather my balance. My knees wobbled from all the dancing and jumping around we had been doing.
“Sorry.” He laughed. “I was getting a little too much into it.”
“It’s okay. I’m just a little nauseous. I’ll be right back,” I said as I went over to the bar.
I was extremely light headed. Maybe it was from Patrick tipping me upside down and back up again or perhaps it was just too much dancing. I climbed up onto a barstool and ordered another ice water to see if I could calm my stomach.
“You okay?” Jason said as he was quickly by my side. “Do you know that guy?”
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Kevin had to leave. Can I keep you company?”
“Sure,” I said as I sipped on my water. “I think I might have overdone it.”
“Quite the dancer. I enjoyed watching you,” Jason said as he leaned in closer so I could hear him over the music. “Is that your boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Good.”
My heart flipped right over in my chest. Then I realized he was close enough to smell, and I took in a deep breath of his perfect cologne. I tried not to look at him and did my best to keep that invisible wall up between us, but eventually, I turned to him, and that was it. I melted. His hands twisted my chair toward him, and he moved my legs so they were in between his as we sat there looking into each other’s eyes.
“I’m feeling a little better,” I managed to say.
“Good.”
“You say that a lot.” I laughed as I tried not to look him in the eyes.
He smiled at me, and I realized I had placed my hand on his thigh by accident. I quickly pulled it back, but Jason grabbed it and placed it back on him. He kept his hand on top of mine and leaned down so I was forced to look at him.
The heat between us was undeniable, and I felt it radiating from my hand through his body and back to mine. I wanted this man so desperately that I couldn’t see anyone else in the room besides him. My vision was tunneled in on him and how his muscular leg felt under my hand.
“Let’s dance,” he commanded me as he grabbed my hand and pulled me out onto the dance floor.
The music was pulsing with a fast beat, but Jason pulled me close to him and held onto me as if we were about to do some sort of ballroom dance. One hand was wrapped around my waist, and the other held my hand up to his chest. We swayed with the music, and I was lost in his blue eyes. No words, just desire—unhinged desire like I’d never felt before.
It was different than when I’d been teasing him on the trampoline. In my backyard, I’d been playing a part, teasing him and trying to get him to cave in. But in the club, Jason was clearly in charge, and there was a connection between our touching and movements that drove my desire through the roof. If this was what it was like to have a guy like Jason, I wanted him. I wanted him right then and there.
There was no talking as we moved together on the dance floor. Our movements weren’t overtly sexual and probably even looked boring to anyone else who was watching us, but I felt the connection. The sexual attraction built up between us as his hand gently moved up and down my back while his eyes gazed intently into mine.
When I looked away from him, Jason slid his hand over and touched my chin so I would look back up at him. The way he demanded my attention while also giving me his full attention, it drew me in. He made me want to be better than I was, but not out of some sort of feeling of being lesser. Instead, I felt empowered just being around Jason. It was ridiculous to have all these thoughts as we stood together not saying a single word, but I was realizing that if I wanted a guy like Jason in my life, I had to be a woman that a guy like him could fall for. Jason surely was worthy of a powerful, strong woman that had a life of her own, and I was worthy of being that kind of woman.
When the music turned to a slow song, we were already in a delightful embrace. I felt his body throb as he adjusted his stance and pulled me even closer. He was throbbing for me and longing to have me like I was longing to have him. I moved in closer and wrapped my arms around his neck, daring him to kiss me; urging him to let our lips press together and deliver pleasure to both of us.
His eyes looked longingly at my lips for the duration of the song with only short breaks away. I was much too short to just jump up and kiss him—Jason was going to have to make this move; he was going to have to lean down and move his lips toward me. The ball was in his proverbial court.
“I might regret this,” he whispered in my ear before moving his lips to mine.
I wasn’t going to regret a da
mn thing as Jason’s soft lips moved with mine. His arms pulled me closer as our mouths played together for a whole song. I let my hands untuck his shirt and rest on his waist as I pulled his hips closer to me. I felt the bulge of his throbbing body and the satisfaction of knowing he wanted me, and not just because I had thrown myself at him like I did in my backyard. Jason clearly was attracted to me in this situation as well.
He pulled in a deep breath and took a small step away from me while he continued to hold onto my body. As Jason shook his head back and forth, I couldn’t help smiling.
“You’re killing me,” he mouthed without actually saying the words.
“Then let me finish you off,” I said as I got on my tiptoes and moved my mouth close to his ears.
“I thought you promised to behave?”
“I thought you only meant while we were in the office.” I laughed as we continued to dance.
Jason just kept shaking his head back, and it was utterly adorable. I couldn’t stop smiling as I watched him contemplating what to do next.
“Can I bring you home?” he asked. His hands moved softly up and down my back as his blue eyes looked deep into mine.
I wasn’t sure if he was asking to take me home because he wanted to come home with me, or if he was just trying to be nice and make sure I got home safely. “I’m living with Patrick now,” I said as I motioned to Patrick and Summer at the other end of the club. “He’s gay,” I added just to make sure he didn’t think I was dating him.
“Are you sure? He seemed pretty interested in that body of yours while you were dancing.”
“I’m sure.”
“I’d still like to take you home,” he said as he leaned in and kissed me again.
What started as a soft, gentle kiss, slowly moved into an erotic exchange. My breathing increased, and I felt my hips grinding up against his as our bodies took over. His hips were moving against mine, and I felt his throbbing body with each thrust. I didn’t have experience in the bedroom, but something told me this man was going to be amazing in bed.
“You can take me home,” I said through my kisses with him.
“Really?”
“Yes,” I replied with a sly smile.
My heart pounded with excitement as we hurried out of the club and to his car. He made a quick phone call to check up on Clyde who was sleeping and make sure the nanny was doing alright.
“Everything okay?” I asked as we pulled out of the parking lot.
“Yes, Rosie has a room at the house. She was already planning on staying the night.”
“Does she stay there all the time?”
“No, she has her own family. She just stays when I need her too. She’s so amazing with Clyde, and I’m really lucky I found her after Elizabeth left.”
There it was, the dreaded Elizabeth. I knew very little about what had happened between him and her, and I didn’t want to know. All I had heard was that she had run off with another man and left her son with Jason. She sounded like a terribly selfish woman, and I couldn’t even imagine Jason being with someone like that. I chose to change the subject so we weren’t talking about his ex-wife.
“Rosie does seem really nice. I’ve seen her out with Clyde, and he’s always smiling and having a great time.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, she’s very patient with him.”
“That makes me feel really good. You know it’s impossible to know for sure if a Nanny is good or not. Thanks for telling me.”
“Of course.”
The mood in Jason’s car had changed quickly. I sat back in the seat and let my head rest as he started to drive, and then I realized he had no idea where Patrick lived and started to laugh.
“I guess I should give you the address,” I said as I grabbed his phone.
“Eighteen-seventy-six,” he said as the password screen popped up.
I paused in total shock at the level of comfort between the two of us at that moment. I couldn’t remember ever having a guy give me the password to his phone. Actually, I couldn’t even remember grabbing a guy’s phone before. It shook me for a moment.
“I’ll just put it into MapQuest for you,” I said as I came back to my senses.
“You have to stop doing that,” Jason said without looking at me at all.
“What? Putting the address in?”
“No crossing and uncrossing your damn legs. You are killing me. I’m going to crash the car.”
I burst into laughter as I realized I was in the middle of uncrossing my legs as he said that. It was a nervous habit I had, and I only noticed it when I was sitting at a desk or someplace uncomfortable. My mother noticed it all the time and told me to stop fidgeting, but I supposed my tiny skirt was probably making it look like I was teasing him with my fidgeting.
“I’m sorry,” I finally said through my laughter. “I’ve got a little ADHD and can’t sit still.”
“You are torturing me.”
“Oh, you don’t want me to do this?” I teased as I slowly opened my legs and then put them back together. I let one of them slide over the top of the other and then moved them up and down as I teased him.
Jason pulled the car over quickly, and before I knew what was happening, he had us parked on the side of the road. He threw his seatbelt off and leaned over and kissed me as his hand pressed between my thighs. He didn’t move it up my thighs; he didn’t force himself on me at all–Jason simply let his hand feel my skin as our lips moved together.
I uncrossed my legs for him.
“Sorry for teasing you,” I lied as I breathed out and took in a deep breath between our kisses.
“I want you, Anna. I want you so bad I…” he trailed off.
“I want you too.”
Our lips urgently pressed against one another as our hands explored each other’s bodies. Jason let his hand move up and down my thigh as I anticipated him moving to feel how wet I was. I pulled on his shirt to get him closer to me. I did want him. I just didn’t want him in a car on the side of the street.
Slowly, I crossed my legs and trapped his hand as it was only inches away from touching me. He groaned playfully and then moved his fingers to the outside of my other thigh as he pulled me toward him.
“This was a fun night,” he said between kisses. “Basically, neither of us know how to behave.”
“I guess so.” I laughed.
“I’ll get you home now,” he said as he moved back over into his seat and put his seatbelt back on.
“Thank you for the ride,” I said as his fingers stayed on my thigh for just a minute longer.
We were quiet the rest of the way. It felt as if Jason had found some sort of willpower, though, and he wasn’t looking over at my legs any longer. I even uncrossed them and crossed them again to see if he was looking, but he wasn’t.
As we pulled up in front of the apartment complex, I pointed to the top floor where I was staying with Patrick. It was a beautiful complex, and I couldn’t imagine how Patrick had been paying for everything himself. I was really happy to be staying there, though, and loved the neighborhood.
“I’ll walk you up,” Jason offered.
“No, I think I can handle it. You better get home to your little man. Thanks for the ride, and I promise to behave at work when I see you.”
“Maybe not all the time,” Jason said with a wink and a smile.
“See you on Monday.”
“I can’t wait,” he said as I walked away and toward the stairs to my apartment.
I didn’t look back as I walked up the stairs, but when I got to the top, near my apartment door, I saw Jason still sitting in the parking lot. He waved up at me and seemed to be waiting to make sure I got into the apartment alright, so I went inside and waved at him from the window to my room. Only then was he satisfied that I was safe, and he pulled out of the parking lot.
I fell back onto my bed with a permanent smile on my face as I replayed the night I’d just had. It was like nothing I could have dreamed of. The fli
rting was outrageous. The kissing still made me tingle. I couldn’t wait to get to work on Monday and see where things between us were going to lead.
Chapter 7
Jason
Life had suddenly gotten complicated for me. Anna was more than just some girl I wanted to take to bed as if I was the kind of guy who did that anyway. She was smart, funny, and obviously beautiful. But our age difference weighed heavily on me. Not to mention the business deal with her father that could literally explode my entire life if it fell through.
It was beyond clear to me that I wasn’t going to last long with my promise to stay away from Anna. But perhaps I could white knuckle it through some flirting and kissing until things calmed down with the deal with her father.
Three months. I’d promised to have her working with us for three months, and that was also about the time frame I’d figured to ensure the stability of the new business venture with Cook, Sparser, and Conner Buildings.
Three months.
It was such a small time frame, yet as I drove home from dropping Anna off, three months seemed like an excruciatingly long time. Was it even possible for me to turn her down for that long? I couldn’t imagine how I would be able to do it. If I managed to deny my desire for that long, it would be a remarkable accomplishment.
As I pulled into my driveway, I took my phone out and scrolled through my text messages before going inside. Sure enough, there was one from Kevin.
I’d never be able to refuse that. Good luck man. Let me know if we need to ship you overseas for a few months. LOL
I didn’t bother to respond. I certainly couldn’t go traveling overseas with Clyde at home. This was just a test for me. Work was a priority. Taking care of Clyde was a priority. Anna couldn’t be my priority right now.
I quietly made my way into the house so I wouldn’t wake up Rosie or Clyde, but inevitably Clyde heard me. His tiny feet pitter-pattered down the hall after me as I started to close my bedroom door.
“Daddy, you’re home,” he said sweetly so I wouldn’t close the door.