Page 28 of Mile High Baby

I nodded. "My babysitter was just checking in on me."

Alex let out a low growl and then turned and headed toward the stairs.

"He's much different from how I remember him," Mrs. Tillis said as she approached me carrying a set of towels.

"Oh? Did he used to have a personality?"

Mrs. Tillis looked at me quizzically as if she was surprised by the terseness of my voice.

"Alex was always outgoing, looking for the next adventure. But maybe in his line of work, he’s learned that not all adventures are exciting. Or maybe he's just worried about your father."

I entered my room with Mrs. Tillis following. "What were they like?"

Mrs. Tillis laughed and shook her head. "About what you would expect two young men from extremely wealthy families to be."

"Womanizers?"

She nodded. "Yes, and parties and extravagant excursions that usually involved some sort of danger."

It was hard to see my father doing anything dangerous. He was always practical and level-headed. But maybe that was because he had to be as he took over a multibillion-dollar company and raised a daughter. Was that why he was going after George? For the element of danger?

"I brought you some more towels. Tomorrow, if you like, we can talk about the rooms and setting them up for your comfort."

Normally, I would have told her that we didn't need to do that since I didn't plan to be here very long. But now that I had a better understanding of the situation, I knew that my stay was going to be longer than planned.

“That would be nice, Mrs. Tillis. Thank you."

"Is there anything else you need?" she asked after she put the towels into my bathroom.

I shook my head. "No. I think I'm just going to read and go to bed."

"Well, good night, then."

"Good night."

When she left, I went into the bathroom, washing up, and then I put on my pajamas and climbed into bed. I didn't want to fall asleep worrying about my father. But as I pushed him out of my head, Alex occupied the space. I tried to push him aside as well, but it was no use. He showed up in my dreams. He was tender like he’d been in the hall tonight, but we were back on the plane. It wasn’t long before the dam broke and lust flooded, and he was doing delicious, sinful things to me.

11

Alex

Iwish I knew what it was about Victoria that had me precariously close to kissing her while her father worked just a few floors away. Was it the taboo situation of my best friend's daughter? No, because that was the part that made my stomach roil. It made me feel like a fucking pervert. Added to that was the ultimate betrayal of my friend. And yet there I was in the hallway, trying to comfort her as she realized just how much danger she and her father were in. She looked up at me with her large almond-shaped eyes, and I felt myself tumble into them. Why? What was it about her? I thanked the god who was clearly punishing me that Mrs. Tillis arrived when she did. A second later, I would've had my tongue in Victoria's mouth and my body pressed against hers, lost in a desire that I didn't want to have and yet desperately wanted to quench.

As I trotted downstairs, I wondered if perhaps jet lag was the source of my weakness around Victoria. After all, it was after midnight in London now.

I headed to a small nook off the kitchen that I'd taken over as my command center and contacted members of the team to see where things were on Project Keep-Henry-From-Getting-Killed. All the reports back were as they should be. The exterior of the home was secure, and we had two men in place watching twenty-four, seven. We even had eyes on George, although that wouldn’t do us much good because George always had somebody else do his dirty work.

I learned the source of the text to Victoria came from a burner phone that was no doubt sitting at the bottom of the Hudson River now. The latest report on the fraud case against Pitney was that the district attorney was vacillating on whether to move forward with an indictment. On the one hand, I didn't blame him for questioning whether to proceed. In my experience, prosecuting attorneys didn't like to indict if they weren't sure it would result in a conviction. Pitney was a slimy, slippery fuck who over the last two decades had been able to escape a myriad of potential charges.

On the other hand, with Henry and Victoria's lives on the line, I didn't want a weak-dicked prosecutor to back off when they should have the same determination to put Pitney away as Henry had.

I made a final loop through the house going top to bottom, avoiding the urge to check in on Victoria when I hit the third floor. With everything looking solidly secure, I headed back to my room. A century ago, the room was where the butler or housekeeper would stay, but today, Knightly and Mrs. Tillis had rooms several floors above.

The room had a bed, dresser, and sink, although the bathroom was outside the room, off the kitchen. I stripped down and put on a pair of running shorts, not sleeping naked as I'd like, just in case I had to get up in the middle of the night. I didn't need Knightly or Mrs. Tillis or Henry to see me running around buck naked. And of course, if I saw Victoria, there was a real chance that I would get a boner, which also wouldn't be good. That was my last thought as I drifted to sleep.

For three days,the routine was much the same. Wake up early and check the house, and then check in with the team. Luckily, Victoria had no interest in going anywhere, and a part of me wondered if that was because she didn't want to have me escort her everywhere she went. Whatever the reason, I was relieved. It gave me more time to work with the team on finding a way to get rid of George Pitney.

After a full day of working and feeling like I wasn't making any headway, I would check the house once again and then head to bed where Victoria would enter my dreams. It was fucking embarrassing to have wet dreams like I was a horny teenager. Two nights, I woke up before the final climax, in which case I headed to the shower and took care of business. But yesterday, I woke up ejaculating in my shorts. The woman was driving me mad.