In the darkness of my lavish guest quarters, I tremble in bed, wondering what the hell just happened. Yes, I’ve had trouble keeping Kase off my mind, but I never thought he would actually come into my room and seduce me. I had no qualms about it, either. Just sure, I’ll spread my legs and show you what I was privately doing before you came in. Why not?

Shame and disbelief course through me. How could I do that?

Did it not occur to me to tell him no, that I’m as professional as they come and there’s no way in hell I’m going to engage in a hot masturbation session ending in even hotter pussy licking? Knowing him, it was probably a test, and tomorrow he’s so going to fire me. He’s going to say I’m not worth my weight in salt and boot me the fuck out of his house. And worse, he could report me to Le Nanny and I’ll never work in this city again.

God, I feel so stupid right now, but I have to get to bed somehow.

After two orgasms, I’m more than spent. Still, tell that to my brain.

Eventually, after watching the shadows of NYC shift across the wall through the window, I fall asleep. When I finally wake up, it’s to the sounds of Liam crying in the middle of the night. I pick him up and carry him, bouncing him around and whispering in his ear. “I know, baby. I know how you feel,” I tell him over and over, and to my surprise, he eventually falls back asleep. Great, right as I get the hang of this babying thing, I’m close to losing my job altogether.

* * *

In the morning, I awaken before Liam. Throughout brushing my teeth and getting dressed, I’m on pins and needles. I have to go downstairs and face him. Tell him that I’m sorry for what we did, that it got out of control. I might even confess that I’ve never been with a man before, so I wasn’t sure what to do, though clearly, engaging in sexual situations with my employer was not the right choice. I’ll beg if I have to.

But while routinely checking my inbox, there’s an email from Kase, and I just know it’s my termination letter. When I open the message, however, turns out it’s a twenty-page PowerPoint presentation on how to take care of Liam while he’s at work.

Wait, he’s at work?

I thought he said he was taking a few days off to watch over me. If by “watch over” me, he means dirty-talking his way through my masturbation all the way to orgasm, then so far, he’s done a spectacular job. Rolling my eyes, I read the email from Kase over again. Though he claims that work calls, I realize his grand plan is probably to avoid me today.

That could be a good thing. Maybe I won’t be fired. On the other hand, now I have to face him again through utter embarrassment instead of being given the chance to flee with my tail between my legs.

In the other room, the soft sounds of a baby gurgling and cooing in his crib echo through the monitor. I enter the room with a smile. “There’s my little prince,” I say, scooping him up and handing him his bottle, warm and ready on his night stand. At first, the little prince looks surprised to see me, but he doesn’t cry or scream for his father.

I guess we’re making progress.

The worst part of spending the day with a six-month-old is that he doesn’t understand a word I’m saying. The best part of spending the day with a six-month-od is that he doesn’t understand a word I’m saying. I literally have no one to confess my transgressions to. I can’t exactly call my mom and tell him I’ve fucked my boss. I can’t tell my friends either. I’m alone in this—it’s too mortifying for me to admit.

But Baby Liam listens as I talk. And he’s super non-judgmental, too.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” I tell him during dinner. Six o’clock, and Kase still hasn’t come back. At this rate, I can expect to be home alone all day with this munchkin.

Liam smushes a few peas with his fist then shoves them in his mouth, giving me those attentive big eyes. “Ba-ba…”

“I didn’t mean to do it, Liam. Please don’t think poorly of me. I just…I don’t know. I’ve heard about the heat of the moment from other people. In movies, too. I just never thought it would happen to me. Not on my first night of work anyway. And definitely not with my boss.”

Liam smashes another group of peas and giggles.

“It’s not funny. We’re talking your dad here. I could get fired.”

Somehow, Liam finds that even funnier.

“Listen,” I say, cleaning up the high chair tray. “It’s soft music time, according to your father’s PowerPoint slide #17. Then bath time, bottle, and bedtime by nine o’clock. By then, he should be home, and I should be fired. Okay? I love you, Liam. I know we didn’t have much time together, but I do. Wish me luck.”

“Ba-ba-ba…”

“Thanks. I’m going to need it.”

As we get ready for the bedtime routine, I feel my solar plexus tightening into a knot. Any moment now, Kase will come home, and my day of avoidance will come to an end. At some point before this night is over, I’ll have to face him. We’re going to have to talk about it. Once again, I’ll see his dark eyes. I’ll remember what he did to me, how he threw himself between my legs, and ate my pussy like it was the only thing on the menu and he was a starving traveler, fresh in from the desert.

The worst part about all this isn’t even the good chance that I’ll be fired.

It’s that I want what happened last night to happen again. I know it’s crazy, unprofessional, taboo, and so very wrong. He’s my boss, plus he’s older and more experienced than I am. But if I could have it happen again without any repercussions, I would. Again and again. Watching that tongue lap me up was beyond heavenly. It was sexy as hell. Intimate, and so damn naughty, I couldn’t hold myself together.

I want him to do it again.

I want to feel his mouth on me, his tongue, his heat enveloping me.

I even want to feel his cock inside of me, pounding, claiming. Even though I’ve never taken one in before, I can imagine how it’d feel. Massively huge. Filling. Basically nothing stands between us. If it happened last night, it could very well happen again. What would I do if the opportunity presented itself again?

Be stronger this time?

Or just let it happen?

I’m scared of what I truly want—a man to teach me, control me…maybe even use me. And minutes after Liam goes down for the count and I can breathe again, shower, and even fall asleep before Kase has the chance to arrive, I hear the sound of the front door sensor chiming through the halls, signaling he’s home. And I know I’m fucked.

In way more ways than one.