HIS CHUBBY STEPDAUGHTER
Miles said something about the bookstore when Tracey offered to help, if anything.
“Chela here has been a great help. Thanks to her the cafe is gaining reasonable traction.. And we make a great team, don’t we, kitten?” His voice low and warm.
The pet name sent a shiver down my spine, I dug into my food nonchalantly now hoping I was able to hide how flushed I was. Tracey’s smile tightened, but she stayed quiet.
The rest of dinner passed in a haze of double meanings and stolen glances. Miles praised the food I helped prepare, but his eyes said he was thinking about tasting something else. Every compliment felt intimate. Every look made me wetter between my legs. I wanted him so badly it hurt.