Free Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny by Ann Mayburn

avoid him.
    With that in mind, she worked the floor, smiling and
chatting with people when they wanted it, wordlessly handing others their
drinks when they indicated they didn’t want to talk. Like yesterday she
received warm compliments that had her practically floating. Then she’d look at
Jesse out of the corner of her eye, and her body would drop back to earth at
the intensity of his gaze.
    She’d made her rounds twice and was on her way back to the
bar, preoccupied with remembering the fancy drink order a Master had requested,
when she passed too close to Jesse. He grabbed her wrist, and she cursed even
as an erotic thrill went through her. God she wanted him, badly.
    “Dove, is there a reason you’re avoiding me?”
    “I’m trying to work, Sir.” She attempted to tug her hand
away, but he held fast, adding to her arousal.
    “And yet I’m sitting in what I believe is your section, and
you’ve never asked once if I wanted anything.”
    She swallowed, trying to think up something to say to defend
her obvious snub, but the best she could come up with was, “Would you care for
a drink, Sir?”
    “Yes. Bring me a vodka tonic. Sunny will know my
preference.”
    His thumb rubbed against the sensitive skin on her inner
wrist, and she remembered how he’d used his thumbs to fuck her, to make her
come, to tear her apart and rebuild her piece by shattered piece. Desire pooled
through her limbs, dampening the soft skin between her legs and drawing her
nipples to hard points. His gaze drifted down to her chest, and his jaw
clenched when he saw her breasts.
    Holding her wrist at an angle, he brought her close to him,
close enough that her breasts were inches from his face. Once again her world
narrowed to him, everything else fading to a meaningless murmur. She hoped,
prayed he would take her breast into his mouth, but instead he blew a hot
breath across her skin, making her moan and arch against him.
    “Well, Dove, attraction doesn’t seem to be the problem.”
    “Please, Sir, I’m… Oh God, I’m working right now. I can’t
think when you touch me.”
    With obvious reluctance he released her. “Go. Do your job
and fetch my drink.”
    To her great embarrassment, she’d made it all the way to the
bar before she even realized she was moving. It was like her spirit was still
with Jesse, wanting to curl around him, make him happy, be and do whatever he
wanted. Sunny laughed at her dazed look, and that helped to get her bearings.
Anya filled the drink requests and took care of the rest of the floor, once
again avoiding Jesse.
    When she came back to the bar, no longer able to put off
getting him his drink without being obviously rude, she was surprised to find a
bowl of the most luscious raspberries on her tray along with Jesse’s drink.
    “Who do these go to?”
    “Master Jesse. They’re compliments of the house. Molly will
be handling your section to help out while you…serve Master Jesse.”
    Heat burned her cheeks at the obvious double entendre. “Oh,
okay.”
    Conflicted, aroused, and desperately eager to be back at his
side, she took the tray and made her way through the now crowded room toward
Jesse. As she watched, a pretty redhead in a sheer robe knelt next to Jesse.
The redhead placed her hand on his knee, and Anya’s heart hurt. She slowed
down, waiting to see what would happen. If Jesse started to play with that
other woman, she’d give him his drink and go cry. Jeez, she sounded pathetic even
to herself.
    Squaring her shoulders, she moved quickly to his table. The
redhead was sucking the tip of her finger in a suggestive manner, but the only
woman Jesse had eyes for was Anya. And what eyes they were. A dark brown that
seared her and made her skin feel tight, sensitive.
    Holding his gaze, she said, “Master Jesse, I have your
drink.”
    He glanced down at the woman next to him. “I told you to
go.”
    The other woman gave Dove a nasty look but rose and walked
away, her perfect butt