We followed our host inside, and Alex secured each of the pictures to the fridge with magnets. She told us that her mom said kids’ artwork always made it to the front of the fridge. She and her sisters used to switch out their sibling’s art for their own in a constant battle to see who had the most on the refrigerator. Alex made sure to point out, since there were two little girls at the B&B, and the fridge had two main doors, that they each had their own side.
She instructed the girls to wash their hands as she began unpacking the ingredients she purchased at the market from a bag on the kitchen island.
“You have a little something….” She pointed in the general area of my face.
“Yeah, they get a little crazy when glitter is involved,” I joked, my stomach flipping over and over as the corners of her lips tilted upward.
“Don’t we all?”
“I’m going to follow your lead and hop in the shower. Are you good here with both of them? I mean… I probably shouldn’t even ask. You’re not a babysitter or anyth—”
Her hand rested gently on my arm. “Nate. It’s fine. I enjoy spending time with them. Go take a shower, then work on your project or something. We’re good here.”
I wanted to kiss her. Right then and there, I wanted to grab her face and press my lips against hers. My girls standing at the sink were the only thing holding me back. This woman was an angel sent down from heaven. I was certain of it.
“Thank you.”
“No need to thank me,” she spoke as she began pulling out measuring cups from the cupboard. “We probably should have conserved water.” The words were mumbled under her breath, and I was sure she hadn’t wanted me to hear them, but I did.
And as I stepped into the shower in my bathroom, with the hot water sluicing over my skin, I grabbed my cock and stroked it, because her words kept repeating in my head.
I spent much longer in the shower than I intended. After giving myself a handy while thinking about the woman currently watching my kids, I felt like a creep. She was downstairs in the kitchen, acting as Suzy Homemaker helping me out to get a quick shower, and there I was thinking about all the ways I wanted to strip her bare and leave her sore for days.
I was disgusted with myself, and it was only made worse when Andrew called me, asking if I wanted to join him tonight. I felt bad about ditching my friend, but I also didn’t have anyone to watch the girls. Sure, I could ask his mom or Alex, but I couldn’t keep relying on them.
Declining the invite, I pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, basketball shorts, and a black T-shirt. There was no reason for me to dress up, since I had zero desire to leave the house. Though, as I traveled down the stairs, I wondered if the girls would want to join me on a ride over to the property I was purchasing. All three of them. Nash emailed me the plot specs, so I should be able to find it easily enough.
With the adventure fresh in my mind, I practically hopped down the stairs two at a time. My greeting never made it past my lips as I stepped into the kitchen. Everyone’s hair had been tied up into ballerina buns that sat on the top of their heads. Each girl rested a hand on the counter of the island as if it were a ballet barre and bobbed up and down.
“Now, this is called a plié.”
Alex’s movements were smooth and graceful, whereas my daughters were jerky as they mimicked her. Her arm swung up high in the air, a slight curve to the elbow, and her hand was turned inward.
She was beautiful as she moved. I was mesmerized, as were my kids, as they spent more time with mouths agape, watching Alex move than doing it themselves.
“One more move, then I need to get the cake into the oven so it’s ready for decorating after dinner.”
Releasing the counter, Alex positioned her body so that her right foot was in front, and with both arms level with her shoulders, her left arm reached out in front of her body. She bent slightly, then spun around twice before landing in the same position she started in.
Both Molly and Eloise stared up, slack-jawed. It was hard not to be amazed.
Clapping, I entered the room, making myself known. Alex quickly released her stance and began brushing off her clothes.
“That was amazing,” I told her. This woman kept surprising me at every turn. “I didn’t know you could dance like that. You should have done it professionally.”
Her smile faded, and the sparkle left her eyes. I immediately felt terrible for whatever I said to take away her joy.
“Yes, well, we can’t have everything we want.”
I wanted to pry. I wanted to ask more questions about who told her she couldn’t have everything. But I sensed now was not the time.
As she opened the oven and placed the cake pans inside, Molly asked her what that spin was called. I chuckled as both of them tried to repeat the word pirouette.
“Before dinner, I thought maybe we could explore the land where I am going to build our house. Would you like that?” I directed the question to the twins, but I hoped Alex knew I was including her in that adventure.
“Yeah! That’s so fun. I can’t wait. Can we go now? Is the house already there? Can I pick out my room?” Molly spewed questions out at the same rate my new program could read data. Which was alarmingly fast.
I heard Alex’s chuckle from her stance by the stove.
