Dominic
After dinner, when I went downstairs, I found Mom sitting with Julia in the living room in front of the television.
“Where did you learn your culinary skills?” Mom asked her as they sipped some drinks, both looking relaxed in each other’s company.
Julia hesitated, glancing my way discreetly. “I learned it from my nanny. She was the one who brought me up.”
“I can see she’s done a good job. So, do you live with your parents?” Mom was her chatty self, and I could see the discomfort in Julia’s gaze.
She glanced in my direction as I entered their space. My body immediately reacted to her. Images of her checking me out in my bedroom flashed across my mind, arousing me again. It was impossible to stay immune anymore.
I had to get away. Yet I wanted to hear their conversation. I want
