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And while my team are amazing, I carry more responsibilities than most of them because they’re also unaware of Cobra’s advances toward me. They couldn’t know because I’ve told no one.
Since the incident at the hospital, two weeks ago, he’s been a little better, keeping his distance and not making excuses to be alone with me, but I’ve caught him watching me and he’s always helicoptering around me when he doesn’t have a reason.
It’s enough to have me on edge, knowing he could make a move at any time. My mind reminds me of the time, not long after I split up with Michael, when he cornered me in the break room and made it clear that he was into me.
Not long after the incident, I found out I was pregnant, and they moved me to an administrative role. And while I remained within the squadron, I was far enough away to avoid Cobra at all costs.
Since my return, on more than several occasions, he’s tried to get me alone.
To protect myself, I always ask someone to accompany me in meetings so it’s not just him and me. It’s not been easy to navigate, and I don’t want to rock the boat, but I do it to protect myself.
I love this job and want to fulfill my full term on the display team.
It’s worrying to think Cobra has so much power, especially when he made it clear he did me afavor, persuading thedrafting clerk who allocates postings to hold my position open for an extra two flying seasons to accommodate my time away on desk duties and maternity leave.
He likes to remind me that, at the snap of his fingers, he could take my dream job away from me and have me return to my fast jet squadron. Although he hasn’t mentioned this since the hospital, so I am praying this is a good sign.
However, if I don’t find a nanny soon, I’m guessing he will make good on his promise to cut me from the team.
How did I ever think returning to a flight squad traveling every week was ever going to work as a single mom?
Anyway, I have a bigger problem than Cobra to solve first; like finding a flexible au pair.
I inhale a deep breath while sending a quick email to the agency asking if they have any other options. I close my phone and push it further away from me. I’ve looked at around twenty applicants so far.
I stretch out my neck left and right as Arlo joins us. “I heard you talking about your childcare problems. Why not keep your new nanny? He’s hot.” Arlo takes a large swig of his water.
“I’ll let Oliver know you said that… you know, your boyfriend.” I hitch a brow.
“Oh, he knows already. I sent him a photo I took of Owen at the pool. Yeah, Gregor’s cousin is hot.” He swoons, eyes twinkling as if picturing him fresh in his mind.
“I’m being overlooked. I’m not exactly an ugly bastard.” Gregor scans his eyes around the table, making everyone laugh. He’s not ugly, not even in the slightest. But Owen? Well, Owen makes my insides go all gooey and my legs feel like Jell-O when I’m around him.
And then there’s that thing he does with his tongue behind my ear as he counts down and begs me to come on command,which is hotter than a volcanic eruption. Not to mention, no man has ever had the ability to turn my usual sharp brain cells into sponge when he’s eating me out. What that man can do with his tongue is as surprising as it is pleasurable.
How I’m still able to walk after having him fuck me on every surface and piece of furniture in the villa, I will never know.
Having not had Mom around for two weeks, once Poppy goes to bed, it’s as if a new level of Owen has been unlocked, filling me with his cock every hour of every night. I’m not complaining. Having someone who desires you and looks at you the way he does me, as if I stole the stars out of the sky for him, is oddly addictive, and the way he kisses me breathless makes me crave him all the more.
As I float off somewhere on a flying carpet through rainbow-colored clouds thinking about Owen, a hand waves in front of my face, bringing me back to reality.
“I think we lost her.” The team chuckles. “She’s loved up.”
While the guys openly talk about their relationships, I like to keep my personal life exactly that— personal—so I never share, but maybe I should.
“I really like him,” I whisper, not sure if I am doing the right thing. Embarrassment colors my cheeks.
Arlo leans across the table and lays his hand over mine. “We know.”
My eyes meet at least a dozen pairs. “Do you like him?” Knowing how much we all mean to each other and how tight we are, approval from them is everything.
“We love him, ma’am.” Arlo pats my hand. “He’s incredible with Poppy.”
They all know how Michael created a whole new brand of selfish, not wanting to be part of Poppy’s life.
My cheeks grow hot and I just know they fill with coloragain, exposing the way I feel about him. “He is, isn’t he?” I pull my shoulders up to my ears and discreetly rest my hand over my flight suit where my lucky charm is nestled, safely tucked into my bra. It brought me more than luck; it brought me a six foot two, chiseled to perfection Scotsman, with the body of an athlete and the brains of a statistical whizz. It blows my mind how quickly he can do mental math.
Each guy around the table adds their own thoughts.
