cooking techniques. Not that I ever became a good cook, but I did learn how to boil water for tea and make some mean waffles.
Once in the kitchen, it didn’t take long for me to find a tea kettle, but with all the people rushing about, there was no way I’d be able to make waffles.
Tea would have to do.
Damn my luck!
I filled the kettle with water and placed it to boil on the only stove burner available.
The faint smell of barbeque floated through the air making my mouth water. Food was a must, so I slipped in between two women, both wearing chef’s uniforms, to get into the double-wide refrigerator that was bound to have something I could eat.
Much like the rest of the house, Harper had renovated the kitchen once he took over the estate. Polished hardwood flooring, painted white wood cabinets, gorgeous white and black tile backsplashes, and amazing black granite countertops created a look of elegance for the enormous space.
A giant kitchen and three bathrooms.
Three fucking bathrooms and I had to walk into the one where Liam was taking a shower. Why the hell was he taking a shower at such a crazy hour? Better yet, why wasn’t there any steam from said shower? That might have at least tipped me off.
Right. As if anything would’ve but his enormous…would’ve caught my attention in that moment.
Naked Liam resurfaced in my mind. Damn, he did look good.
Stop that! He’s too young!
Too young was right. Ten and a half years too young. Not only that but he was a politician. No self-respecting campaign manager would be caught dead with a politician. We knew too many dirty little secrets about the underbellies of politicians that the American people would die if they knew.
I shuddered at the thought.
No, I could admire him from a professional distance. There was nothing wrong with that.
I placed my hands on the door handles, ready to pull open the fridge when I caught sight of Liam through the kitchen window.
Of course he appears right now.
I almost had enough restraint not to take a closer look.
Almost.
I released the handles and side stepped to the window. Resting the palms of my hands on the countertop, I leaned forward. The morning fog still rested on the ground, but there was Liam doing pushups in the grass. Up and down he went, his arm and leg muscles flexing with each repetition. I watched as his lips moved each time he came up.
He’s counting. I chuckled to myself.
The tight, black compression shirt looked soaked through and his black and red basketball shorts dragged the ground as he pushed himself up. How he wasn’t freezing in a sleeveless shirt and shorts astounded me. My ass would’ve been a popsicle.
His face scrunched with the intensity of his workout, and I became mesmerized by how consistent his movements were. They were fluid in motion, not jerky. His body knew what it was doing without even being told. It was trained, poised, and ready.
The longer I observed him, the bigger that pit in my stomach grew. Once again I was guilt-ridden that I had somehow managed to stumble on yet another private moment in the life of William Baxter.
I backed away from the window, leaving him to his workout.
I hated this sudden moral conscience I was experiencing. I’d worked so hard over the years to squash it.
With a roll of my shoulders, I pushed back the feelings. Once Liam came inside, I’d sit down and discuss what happened with him in a rational, professional manner. I was a closer and I would close this. Sure, I might have to eat a little crow. This whole damn situation was my fault and I was woman enough to own up to my mistakes.
All my plans to apologize reformulated in my head. I’d explain that I was caught up in work and I didn’t notice the bathroom light on. It wasn’t a lie. I was certain Liam would understand and even agree to let this whole thing go for the sake of the campaign. There was no reason for anything to be awkward. We were both adults.
Okay, so I was the adult. He
Once in the kitchen, it didn’t take long for me to find a tea kettle, but with all the people rushing about, there was no way I’d be able to make waffles.
Tea would have to do.
Damn my luck!
I filled the kettle with water and placed it to boil on the only stove burner available.
The faint smell of barbeque floated through the air making my mouth water. Food was a must, so I slipped in between two women, both wearing chef’s uniforms, to get into the double-wide refrigerator that was bound to have something I could eat.
Much like the rest of the house, Harper had renovated the kitchen once he took over the estate. Polished hardwood flooring, painted white wood cabinets, gorgeous white and black tile backsplashes, and amazing black granite countertops created a look of elegance for the enormous space.
A giant kitchen and three bathrooms.
Three fucking bathrooms and I had to walk into the one where Liam was taking a shower. Why the hell was he taking a shower at such a crazy hour? Better yet, why wasn’t there any steam from said shower? That might have at least tipped me off.
Right. As if anything would’ve but his enormous…would’ve caught my attention in that moment.
Naked Liam resurfaced in my mind. Damn, he did look good.
Stop that! He’s too young!
Too young was right. Ten and a half years too young. Not only that but he was a politician. No self-respecting campaign manager would be caught dead with a politician. We knew too many dirty little secrets about the underbellies of politicians that the American people would die if they knew.
I shuddered at the thought.
No, I could admire him from a professional distance. There was nothing wrong with that.
I placed my hands on the door handles, ready to pull open the fridge when I caught sight of Liam through the kitchen window.
Of course he appears right now.
I almost had enough restraint not to take a closer look.
Almost.
I released the handles and side stepped to the window. Resting the palms of my hands on the countertop, I leaned forward. The morning fog still rested on the ground, but there was Liam doing pushups in the grass. Up and down he went, his arm and leg muscles flexing with each repetition. I watched as his lips moved each time he came up.
He’s counting. I chuckled to myself.
The tight, black compression shirt looked soaked through and his black and red basketball shorts dragged the ground as he pushed himself up. How he wasn’t freezing in a sleeveless shirt and shorts astounded me. My ass would’ve been a popsicle.
His face scrunched with the intensity of his workout, and I became mesmerized by how consistent his movements were. They were fluid in motion, not jerky. His body knew what it was doing without even being told. It was trained, poised, and ready.
The longer I observed him, the bigger that pit in my stomach grew. Once again I was guilt-ridden that I had somehow managed to stumble on yet another private moment in the life of William Baxter.
I backed away from the window, leaving him to his workout.
I hated this sudden moral conscience I was experiencing. I’d worked so hard over the years to squash it.
With a roll of my shoulders, I pushed back the feelings. Once Liam came inside, I’d sit down and discuss what happened with him in a rational, professional manner. I was a closer and I would close this. Sure, I might have to eat a little crow. This whole damn situation was my fault and I was woman enough to own up to my mistakes.
All my plans to apologize reformulated in my head. I’d explain that I was caught up in work and I didn’t notice the bathroom light on. It wasn’t a lie. I was certain Liam would understand and even agree to let this whole thing go for the sake of the campaign. There was no reason for anything to be awkward. We were both adults.
Okay, so I was the adult. He
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