As much as we fucked, you’d think I’d get used to it, or at least be able to get through the day without thinking about it.
Not a chance. It was like the more we did it, the better it got. I knew her body now. Every delectable inch of it. What made her moan, what made her scream. Last night had been especially hot. When her Uber pulled up, I’d wondered if she’d be too tired, but when she’d stepped into the room minutes later wearing only her black heels and nothing else, I’d almost swallowed my tongue. She’d been buzzed, sure, but that didn’t explain the urgency. The wildness of it. At one point, when I was pounding my cock into her from behind, I’d come so hard, I almost blacked out.
I reached a hand beneath my desk and gave the old boy a squeeze, wincing. Five o’clock couldn’t come fast enough. I’d ordered a massive bouquet of flowers to celebrate Addison’s one-month anniversary as Dylan’s nanny, and couldn’t wait to give them to her. I’d even been super sneaky and stalked her Pinterest to get a bead on what her favorite blossoms were. Maybe I’d see if my mom could take Dylan for dinner, and Addison and I could— “Hey, boss, got a minute?” Tiffany stood in the doorway, her expression dour.
Shit. If this was a work thing that was going to keep me here late . . .
“Sure, come on in.”
She stepped in and crossed the room to sit across from me.
“What can I do for you?” I asked, sensing from Tiffany’s body language that something was definitely wrong. I mentally kissed my perverted after-work sex fantasies good-bye and sighed.
“Actually, it’s something I was doing for you,” she said, handing me a sheaf of paper she’d been clutching in her hands.
I took it and stared down at it, frowning. “A college transcript? I don’t get it.”
“That’s Addison’s,” she said softly. “You remember when you first were hiring her, you told me you put in an ad looking for someone with a college degree?”
Blinking, I stared at Tiffany, wondering what the hell we were talking about.
“Remember, you were excited about her education because she was a teacher?”
I nodded, my stomach tightening as I scanned the document.
“Well, when I met her that day at your house, something didn’t feel right. I started poking around some and had a friend check into her for me. Max, she doesn’t have her degree. She lied. Not only that, her last job was at a freaking café. How does that qualify her to take care of Dylan? And if she’s lying about that, what else is she not being truthful about?” Tiffany leaned in and took my hand gently. “I just can’t stand the thought of your leaving that sweet little baby girl of yours with someone who shouldn’t be trusted.”
My ears buzzed as the words sank in. Addison had lied to me?
“Max,” a low, trembling voice called from the open doorway. Addison stood there with Dylan in her arms, her cheeks pale. “It’s not what you think.”
Tiffany let out a sharp laugh. “It’s not? So you’re saying you did graduate?”
“N-no.” Addison propped Dylan on her hip and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I didn’t. But it was just a technicality. I had taken the wrong class and it didn’t fulfill the requirement I needed, so I was three credits short. I had a 4.0. I just didn’t have the time to go back and take the last class once I started working with my ex at his café. And then since I was short of credits, I couldn’t get my teaching certification.”
I stared at her in shock, my pulse hammering as I stood.
“Why didn’t you just tell me? Lying on a résumé is one thing, Addison. But we shared a lot about our lives with each other.” And our deepest secrets, or so I’d thought. “And you chose to keep this from me this whole time.”
“I thought you’d—”
“What? Fire you?” Tiffany said, glaring at her. “He should.” She stood and walked toward Addison, reaching for the baby.
Addison jerked back reflexively. “Max . . .”
I was still reeling as I blinked at her, not sure what to say. “What did you come here for? Is everything okay with the baby?” I asked, my tone sharper than I’d intended.
“She’s fine,” Addison said, her cheeks still chalky white. “I just wanted to talk to you about something . . . it’s nothing.”
I tipped my head in a clipped nod. “All right, well, I think it’s best if you go back to the house. We’ll talk when I get home from work. Dylan can stay here for the rest of the afternoon.”
Addison looked like I’d slapped her, but dammit, I was the one who’d been lied to. I needed a minute to get my thoughts together before I said something I’d regret.
Slowly, she handed the baby over to a smug-looking Tiffany. Through the fog of my confusion, I made a mental note to revisit that with her. My assistant seemed way too pleased over this new revelation, and I wasn’t liking it one fucking bit.
I watched, my gut churning as Addison wheeled around and scurried down the hall.