than you did and doesn’t want to lose that.” She took a sip
of her coffee. “I think you should tell Blade, just in case Donald does show up
here. By the way, how is it going so far?”
Callie felt a telling heat run up her neck and into her face
and averted Marissa’s gaze. She’d never been good at hiding the truth, and felt
like there was a stamp on her forehead that proclaimed the new housekeeper
hadn’t wasted any time in jumping into her employer’s bed. But she would never
have done that if Blade hadn’t made the first move, and she hadn’t been so
attracted to him.
“Callie?” It was obvious she’d remained quiet too long. “Is
something wrong? I know Blade can be quiet and moody sometimes. Especially when
he has one of his headaches.”
Callie took a quick sip of coffee, surprised to see her hand
was shaking when she pulled the cup away from her lips. “No, everything is
good. I, ah, managed to stop a migraine in its tracks last night, using my
grandmother’s remedy and, um, some things I’d read once.”
“Really?” Marissa gave her a long look.
Callie forced a smile. Why
do I feel like I’m so transparent? Because I am! She’d been told she’d make
a terrible poker player. But she was proud of herself for returning Marissa’s
gaze with a nonchalance she was far from feeling.
“What did you do?”
I gave him a blowjob. Callie
knew she was blushing. Just thinking about Blade’s big cock and how she’d
sucked him off made her squirm in her seat. There was no way she was going to
admit that to Marissa. And there was no way she could guess the truth either.
She shrugged. “Just some things I’d read. I had some
lavender oil and, ah…” Why was Marissa looking at her so funny?
Marissa’s gaze was moving down Callie’s body. She tilted her
head as if in contemplation. Then the light of dawning filled her curious eyes
and Callie’s heart sank.
“Did you two?”
Have the best sex
she’d ever had? Why yes! “What?” She wasn’t going to admit to anything.
“Look, I’ve known the Evans brothers for three years. And if
they have one thing in common, besides their looks, it’s that they are highly
sexual animals.” Marissa laughed at her description. “Blade’s been cooped up on
this ranch for months—”
“Are you saying I’m just a convenient outlet?”
“No! Not at all.” Marissa was quick to assure her. “The
Evans brothers are very particular in their choice of women. I’ve seen Blade
surrounded by women at functions before and they didn’t seem to interest him at
all. And he wouldn’t use a woman just for sex.”
Callie didn’t think so either. She thought about what
Marissa had said for a moment. It was true that she and Blade had felt a
connection right from the start, a spark that had ignited into a couple of hot
encounters between them. Maybe their circumstances of being isolated the last
few months played a part in their rapid attraction for each other.
Marissa reached for Callie’s hand. “I shouldn’t have asked
you such a personal question. What you and Blade do is none of my business.”
She drew her hand back to her coffee cup.
“No, it’s okay, Marissa. I feel like we’ve been friends a
long time.”
“Probably because of our connection with Val,” Marissa
smiled. “And I feel the same way.”
“How long have you known Val?” Callie asked.
“Val and I go way back. Since middle school, and we’ve been
best friends ever since. What about you, when did you two meet?”
Callie thought back to her first day working in Val’s law
offices. “First day on the job, as her assistant, about five years ago. I had
very little experience, but she was willing to work with me.”
“Sounds like Val. She has a big heart.”
They both nodded in agreement. Then the look in Marissa’s
eyes turned serious. “Will you tell Blade?”
A heavy sigh escaped Callie. “First chance I get.” She could
tell Marissa didn’t like her response.