Marrying the Millionaire (17 page)

Once Isabelle’s new riding instructor
got her off to a good start with her riding lesson, Kayla and CJ
made their way to the inside of the building. Bladder full, boy,
did she have to use the bathroom. She pulled open the door to the
front of the equestrian and stepped inside the cool building. The
receptionist, Darla, sat at the circulation desk, waving her
over.

“
Hey, CJ. Want a lollipop?”
Darla asked.

CJ looked up at his mother so she
could answer for him. “Go ahead, it’s okay.”

Darla handed CJ the purple lollipop,
and he took it. “So, tell me, Ms. Lady…how do you like working for
our fine boss, Richmond?”

I love it. What single
woman wouldn’t like working for him?
“So
far, so good. Excuse me, but I’ve really got to go to the
restroom.”

“
I’ll watch CJ for you, if
you want,” Darla offered. She reached under her desk, then held up
a key in Kayla’s face. “Here, take this key and use the restroom
upstairs. It’s much nicer and more private than the one the
customers use down here.”

Kayla snatched the key from Darla’s
hand. “Thanks.” Leaving CJ at the receptionist desk with Darla, she
hastened away. When she reached the end of the hallway, she hiked
up the stairs, walked all the way to the end of another hallway,
then burst through the door of the restroom.

Hovering over the toilet urinating,
discomfort about both Jason and Russell entered Kayla’s spirit. She
wiped herself, then just as she pulled her jeans up, the door flung
open.

“
Come on, Russell. No one
ever comes in here. It’s always empty.” Shocked to hear Chelsey
speaking with Russell, Kayla gasped. Inside the last stall at the
end, she climbed on top of the toilet and hid so they wouldn’t see
her shoes.

“
Don’t you think I know
this here restroom is always empty? Now get your fine ass in there,
woman.” Russell’s hoarse groans echoed. The heels of his hard boots
clacked against the tile as he entered the restroom behind
Chelsey.

With her feet standing on the toilet,
Kayla put a hand to the wall to balance herself. Nervous about what
she was about to witness, she peeked through the crack in the door,
and what she spotted happening next shocked her. Stole her breath.
Made her head spin.

Russell lowered the zipper on his
jeans, jerked Chelsey off her feet, and slammed her behind on the
edge of the sink. Gazing into her green eyes, Russell spread
Chelsey’s legs as wide as they’d go. Her face lit up like a
Christmas tree. “Good thing you wore the dress like I told you to.”
He hiked her dress to her hips.

“
I do everything you tell
me to do. Including our little secret,” she giggled.

With his jeans puddled at his ankles,
Russell slapped a hard hand to Chelsey’s mouth. Facing his
reflection in the mirror, his face scrunched. “Shhh. Don’t you ever
breathe a word about our secret around here,” he demanded in a
grudging voice.

Wrapping her fingers around Russell’s
wrist, Chelsey’s eyes widened, then she nodded. Russell snatched
his hand from her pinched lips. Regret softened Chelsey’s green
eyes as she blinked pitifully. “I’m sorry to make you so mad, Big
Daddy.” Tilting her head, she smiled. “Just lay that hairy monster
between your fine legs on me, Big Daddy.”

Russell’s frustrated, bearded face
lightened. “Sure thang, pretty twang.” He reached inside his
underwear, pulled out his shaft, and inserted it inside Chelsey’s
sex. Not wanting to see the disgusting sexual act between them,
Kayla covered her mouth with her hand and turned her freaking
head.

Chelsey’s loud moans of pleasures
filled the bathroom. “Oh yeah, Big Daddy! I love it when you fuck
me like this! Harder! Harder!”

AFTER AN EXTREMELY LONG
DAY at the stable, Richmond entered the house through the back
garage door. Pleasant, spicy aromas sailed up his nose as his gaze
traveled to the pot on the stove. Tossing his keys on the counter,
his stomach growled.
Jason is going to pay
for what he did to Salina,
he thought,
wondering how Isabelle’s lessons had gone today with her new riding
instructor.

Wondering where Kayla,
Isabelle, and CJ were, he walked over to the stove and lifted the
lid off the pot.
Steamed
vegetables
. Noticing the light was on for
the oven, he lowered the hatch. Inside lay encrusted baked cod and
buttery rolls. There was nothing like a woman who could cook.
Although he’d told Kayla that cooking dinner wasn’t a part of her
duties, he was glad she had taken the initiative to do so. Inhaling
the pleasant fragrance of the food, he closed the hatch, then went
to look for his crew.

Mounting the staircase, thoughts of
how he’d masturbated while thinking of Kayla last night entered his
mind. At first he’d thought about firing her, but what good would
that have done? It wasn’t her fault that he couldn’t control his
dying need to get inside her last night.

Taking his precious time clambering up
the stairs, he clung to the memory of how she’d looked in her
bathing suit as he would to a life preserver in a stormy sea.
Reminiscing, his balls tingled. It wasn’t Kayla’s fault he couldn’t
stop thinking about her luscious body, no matter how hard he tried.
She wasn’t the blame for his balls aching now just from thinking
about her. Nope. Kayla had nothing to do with his inability to
contain his emotions for her. From what he could tell thus far, she
was a great nanny, and Isabelle absolutely adored her. Therefore,
he was no longer firing her.

In dire need of a hot shower, as he
reached the top of the staircase he heard the children laughing.
Entering Isabelle’s bedroom, his heart warmed when he spotted Kayla
sitting on the floor reading a book to them. With her back to him
and a book clutched in her hands, she peeped over the edge of the
book, then leaned into the children as they sat across from her.
“Do you want to know what happened next?” Her sensual voice made
Richmond’s heart swirl with desire.

Shaking her head, Isabelle’s eyes
spread wide. “Did the little girl die like my mommy?” Isabelle
asked, breaking Richmond’s heart.

CJ gasped. He slapped hard hands to
his round, cute cheeks. “I don’t want her to die.”

Kayla tilted her head. “Guys. She
didn’t die. She ran into the forest and found the prince. The two
of them lived happily ever after. The end.” Kayla shut the book.
“It’s time for dinner. Go wash your hands.”

When Richmond cleared his throat,
Kayla glanced back over her shoulder and stood. Smiling, she shooed
the children in the direction of the doorway. Running, they shot
past him and headed downstairs. Gazing into Kayla’s lovely eyes,
Richmond troubles regarding Salina seemed to subside. “How was your
day?”

“
It was wonderful. And
yours?”

Very disturbing.
“Quite interesting.”

“
I hope you’re hungry,
because I made dinner.”

Seeing Kayla’s eyes brighten in the
pale light on the ceiling fan, Richmond felt his feelings for her
intensifying. “The only thing I had for lunch today was a small
tossed salad, so I’m good and hungry.” His stomach growled loud,
and Kayla giggled. The way her soft laugh rolled off her sexy lips
had his loins tingling. Wanting to kiss her soft looking mouth and
make burning love to her fine body, he took a step forward, closing
the distance. “How did Isabelle’s riding lessons go with her new
coach to—”

Snapping his mouth shut, his eyes
honed in at the new picture on the dresser. Looking at the photo of
Salina, Isabelle, and him on the dresser, his body tensed. Who in
the hell had put the picture there without his damn
permission?

Kayla’s lips eased into a smile after
she noticed he’d spotted the photo. “I had the photo made today.
Isabelle wanted a picture of her mother—”

Richmond’s hand flew up in Kayla’s
face, and her mouth zipped. He took slow strides toward the
dresser. Fuming, he hefted the picture in his hand, then turned to
face Kayla. “How dare you put a picture up of this woman in my
daughter’s bedroom?”

“
But I—I thought you’d like
it.”

“
Well, you thought wrong
damnit!” Richmond slammed the frame into the dresser, and the glass
shattered into a tiny million pieces. Damn, he’d cut his hand.
Blood dripped from his skin onto the floor.

Regret pulsed inside Kayla’s sad eyes.
Her bottom lip folded. “I’m sorry to upset you. I didn’t mean any
harm. I’ll go get a rag for your hand.”

Prickles of pain shot though his palm
to his bloody fingers. He flung his injury and specks of blood
stained the carpet. “I don’t need your help. You’re done for today.
Feel free to go home. Now!”

Pinching her lips together, Kayla
fisted her hips. Her brows dipped. “Well, thank you for liking the
picture, Boss.” Rolling her eyes, she turned on her heels and
stomped out of the room.

Richmond hurried to the
bathroom inside Isabelle’s room to wash his hurt hand. Rinsing the
blood from his hand, he gave his head a hard shake.
Damn woman
. Putting a
picture up of his deceitful wife, she had no right to do such a
thing without consenting with him first, he thought, turning off
the faucet.

Standing in front of the
mirror, looking at himself, regret for sending Kayla home before
dinner pinched his gut. As angry as he was, his rod still turned
hard while thinking about her. One minute Kayla had him turned on
and sexually aroused, and the next minute she had him colder than
ice.
Yeah, she better leave before I fuck
her while I’m mad.

TUGGING CJ’S HAND, KAYLA ENTERED her
home carrying a covered dish. If Richmond thought she was going to
leave his house without fixing her and CJ a plate to go after she’d
taken her precious time to cook it, then he was a damn fool!
Ordering her to leave like he had; her employer had some
nerve.

Kayla lowered the plates of food
covered with foil to the dinette table. “I can’t believe him,” she
muttered, dropping her keys on the table.

“
Who, Mommy?”

Richmond Spaulding, that’s
who!
“Nobody, CJ.” She pulled a chair from
beneath the table, picked up CJ, then lowered him into the
seat.

After fixing their drinks,
she took a seat beside her loveable son and forked a piece of
encrusted baked cod into her mouth.
Ugh.
Cold fish
. She hated cold fish. Too tired
and frustrated to warm it up, she hurried to eat it. Blasting
Richmond out inside her head, she lifted the glass of water to her
lips.

CJ tapped her arm. “Mommy.”

Sipping the water, she lowered the
drink to the table. “Yes.”

CJ’s lids drooped. “I wanted to eat
with Isabelle.”

Me, too.
“I know you did, but Mommy needed to get home so
she could clean up and get you to bed early.”

CJ shrugged. “Okay. Can I watch
Spiderman tonight?”

Her eyes traveled to the window. It
was dark outside, and getting late. “Only for a little
while.”

An hour later after Kayla put CJ to
bed, she entered the bathroom to take a long, hot bath. Normally,
she’d take a quick shower. But after the rotten afternoon she’d had
involving Richmond, she needed to soak in a tub filled with hot
water to get those hard knots out of her tensed
shoulders.

Looking in the mirror, she rolled her
shirt over her head. Unbuttoning her jeans, she rolled them down
her legs. Taking off her bra and panties, images of Richmond’s bare
shaft entered her mind, causing a light giggle to flutter from her
lips. She pressed the button on the radio tucked in the corner on
the counter far away from the sink. Light, whimsical music floated
from the speakers and filled the room.

Sitting on the edge of the garden tub
naked, she gripped the handle of the faucet, turned it on, and
poured strawberry bubble bath under the drain. Once the tub got
almost full, she turned the nozzle off and climbed inside. Sliding
to her knees, the warm water felt incredible on her hips. She
scooped up a handful of bubbles, smoothed them over her breasts,
then slipped all the way into the warm water.