“You don’t trust me?”
I don’t trust me. That’s the bigger problem.
“Well, I can’t drive us back to the island tonight.” He looks down at his Rolex. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll get us two separate rooms at The Plaza.”
“Oh my God, that will cost a fortune!”
He waves a hand. “Nah, I’ll get a deal because I host clients there sometimes. It’s fine.”
Andrew is definitely too drunk to drive, and I probably am too, even if I wasn’t terrified to get behind the wheel of his expensive car. I suppose we could get a taxi back to the island, but he hasn’t suggested the idea. “All right, as long as we have separate rooms.”
He hails a taxi to get us over to The Plaza hotel. As we slide into the backseat of the yellow cab, my white dress again rides up my thigh. What is wrong with the stupid dress? I’m trying so hard to be good, but this dress won’t let me. I grab at the hem to pull it down again, but before I can, I notice Andrew taking another look. And this time when I catch him, he grins at me.
“What?” he says. Boy, he must be really drunk.
“You’re looking at my legs!”
“So?” His grin widens. “You have great legs. And there’s no harm in looking.”
I smack him in the arm and he holds his shoulder, pretending to be wounded. “We’re getting separate rooms. Don’t forget that.”
But his brown eyes meet mine across the backseat of the taxi. And for a moment, I’m having trouble breathing. Andrew wants to be faithful to Nina. I’m sure of it. But she’s in a different state, he’s drunk, and the two of them have been having problems—maybe for a long time. As far as I can see, she’s been horrible to him the whole time I’ve been working there. He deserves so much better.
“What are you looking at?” he says in a low voice.
I swallow a lump in my throat. “Nothing.”
“You look beautiful tonight, Millie,” he breathes. “I’m not sure if I told you that. But you should know.”
“Andrew…”
“I just…” His Adam’s apple bobs. “Lately, I’ve just felt so…”
Before he can get any more words out, the cab jerks us to the right. I never put on my seatbelt and I find my body thrust against his. He catches me before I bash my head against the window. His body presses against me, his breath on my neck.
“Millie,” he whispers.
And then he kisses me.
And God help me, I kiss him back.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Needless to say, we don’t get two separate rooms at The Plaza.
So yes, I slept with my married boss.
After he kissed me in the taxi, there was no going back. We were basically ripping each other’s clothing off at that point. It was all we could do to keep our hands off each other while Andrew was checking us into our room. We made out in the elevator like a couple of teenagers.
And then when we got to the room, there was no chance of trying to be good or trying to slow things down for the sake of his marriage. I don’t know when the last time he had sex was, but for me, it’s been so long, I was afraid he was going to have to clear away cobwebs. There was no way I wasn’t doing this. I even had a few condoms in my purse from when I thought things might happen with Enzo.
And it was good. No, more than good. It was freaking amazing. Just what I needed.
The sun has just come up in the giant picture window overlooking the city. I’m lying in my decadent Plaza hotel queen-size bed, and Andrew is asleep next to me, softly blowing air through his lips with each breath. I think about what he did last night and shiver deliciously. Part of me wants to wake him up and see if he might want to go again. But the more realistic part of me knows it will never—can never—happen again.
I mean, Andrew is married. I’m his maid. Last night, he was drunk. It was a one-time thing.
But for a moment, I watch his handsome profile as he sleeps and allow myself to fantasize. Maybe he’ll wake up and decide he’s had enough of Nina and her bullshit. He’ll decide he loves me and he wants me to live with him in his gorgeous gated home. And then I can give him the baby he so badly wants, which Nina will never be able to do. I remember those obnoxious women at the PTA meeting, saying that Andrew and Nina have an airtight prenup. He could leave her and it wouldn’t even cost him that much money, although I’m sure he’ll be generous with her.
It’s stupid. It will never happen. If he knew the truth about me, he’d run a mile. But I can daydream.