Chapter 262

Success.

In my old dresser, I find a pile of sexy negligee, as if the brothers ordered some things for simple wish fulfillment.

Well, I’m about to fulfill some wishes tonight. Beau’s wishes, specifically. I dig through the options, looking for something that screams, Beau picked this.

I find what I’m looking for fairly quickly. Beau doesn’t care to leave much to the imagination.

From the drawer, I retrieve a sheer black nightgown. It’s entirely see through. Beau probably wants me to wear it naked underneath. But I add a thong for good measure, knowing he probably picked that out too. It’s black and lacey, with a heart stitched in the front and a miniscule bow above the ass.

It’s not the sort of thing I would pick to wear myself, but operation: seduce Beau requires desperate measures.

Beau’s going to realize I like him one way or another, by the end of tonight.

I wait until it’s dark out, then I check myself out in the mirror. I’m not a prude, so it doesn’t bother me to see my tits on display like this, all pushed up and framed with intricate stitching. But I’m wondering if I should wear a robe or something so I’m not waylaid in the hallway.

If Neil or Archer, or hell, even Steven, sees me like this, I’m likely to get distracted before I even get to Beau’s room.

No. I need to concentrate. I can’t be distracted by other worldly pleasures. Tonight is all for Beau.

With my resolution set, I slink out into the hallway. I carefully check around every corner, not wanting to run into anyone but Beau.

When I make it to his room, I feel a moment of victory, before I push that thought down. Getting here is only step one.

I hold my breath as I try the door handle. The door pops open with no resistance, unlocked.

I push open the door.

The room is empty.

Beau isn’t here. Did he go out to the club or something? Is he even planning on coming back tonight?

So much for Operation: Seduce Beau.

No. I harden my resolve once more. I need Beau to know he is wanted and giving up instantly is not going to get me anywhere.

I enter the room and close the door behind me. Then I walk across the room to Beau’s bed. I flop onto it, and then recline up against the pillows.

I spend some time debating the perfect position, before I decide to stretch my arms up over my head. If I lift one leg while leaving the other straight, I will tease him with a peak of my pussy. I know how much he likes my pussy.

It’s hard to hold the pose for a long time, but… I yawn. As time goes on, I sort of sink into it. Before too long after that, my eyes close and I fall asleep.

I startle awake to the door opening and the light flicking on.

Beau stumbles in, his arms wrapped around some strange woman dressed in a miniskirt and crop top. Their mouths are latched, their tongues tangled together in a sloppy kiss.

What the hell!

Forget my pose, I hop out of bed. “Beau?”

Beau turns the girl toward me, then he opens his eyes to peek at me. He stops the kiss but doesn’t entirely separate from her lips though.

“Nanny?” The word is mumbled, with his mouth pressed up against someone else’s mouth.

I’m not jealous. But it was always a hell of a lot easier to deal with the knowledge that Beau fools around with a lot of other people when I didn’t have to actively watch it.

Okay, maybe I’m jealous a little.

I know I shouldn’t be, but the heart is a stupid-ass muscle. It’s always getting people into trouble. I’m apparently no exception.

The girl notices me now too, and pulls back from the press of lips. She dips her head looking at me. “Is this a threesome?” She doesn’t sound disapproving.

“Beau!” I snap.

He seems to come to his senses now, enough to notice my outfit and ogle my breasts. He licks his lips. When he notices me glaring, he comes back to himself and clears his throat. He looks at his date for only a second, before his eyes are back on me.

This time however, he keeps his eyes on mine. It seems to take great effort not to look down.

“How could you bring a stranger here?” I say. “She could be working for your father!” That’s a logical reason to be angry, right? One that doesn’t have anything to do with being jealous.

“I’m not a stranger,” the girl says.

“I’ve fucked her before,” Neil says, like that helps at all!

I don’t know how to make my argument. I don’t know how to tell Beau he should pick me tonight, not this girl. If he can’t see with his eyes that I want him, he’s got a blindfold on. Or he’s actually hoping for a threesome.

Ug! Beau probably would.

No. I need to set my wants and limits right away.

So I straighten my shoulders, walk right up to him, and grab his dick through his pants.

His eyes go wide.

“You don’t need someone else tonight,” I say. I hate how pissed off I sound. I hate that it only reveals a marginal amount of the anger I feel inside. “Stay with me and get rid of her.”

Beau’s wide eyes look at me for a long moment. His dick twitches under my hand. I can well feel his interest. I know he likes women who are upfront with their wants.

“If she leaves…?” Beau asks.

“I’ll fuck you until you can’t see straight,” I say. “I’ve made us both wait for far too long. It’s time to fix that.”

Beau has his phone in his hand in the next instant. Someone on the other end picks up. It sounds like Steven…?

“Please see out the girl standing in the hall,” Beau says.

“What girl?” his date asks.

“You, honey,” Beau says. “It won’t work tonight. Sorry.”

The girl groans as she turns toward the door without an argument. “The others are right about you, Beau. You’ve turned into such a tease lately.”

“Don’t let the door hit you,” Beau says. His eyes are still on me. His dick is hardening in my hand.

The girl slams the door after she leaves. Neither Beau nor I jump.

“I’m going to give you the time of your life tonight,” I say. I lift my free hand to undo the fasteners of his way-too-tight pants.

He catches both of my wrists with his hands and me away from his dick. His eyes aren’t wide anymore, instead, they are narrowed and determined.

“Not if I give you the time of your life, instead,” he says. His voice is lust rough and low. Gods, it’s so sexy, I shiver all the way from the base of my spine to my neck.

“Your wait’s going to be worth it,” I say. I lick my lips. “Let me taste you.”

He grins. All of his overconfidence has returned tenfold. I hate how fucking hot it is. There’s whispers of promised pleasures in his gaze.

“Nanny. Let’s taste each other.”