Free Down and Out (Hawks MC: Caroline Springs Charter Book 3) by Lila Rose

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Chapter Seven
     
    One week later
    Mena
     
    The first week went flying by. I had been scared to go back the day after Kalen yelled at me about Koda and his solid food. However, when I'd turned up, he seemed over it. In fact, as he was leaving, he told me I could give whatever I wanted to Koda, but I had to watch him like a hawk. He'd walked out the door before he saw my beaming smile. I found out later Judy had given her son a good talking to. Though, she added she wasn't sure he wouldn't still be a dick to me. His cold attitude didn't bother me. What kept me coming back was Koda.
    I felt guilty for getting paid to be the housekeeper when really there wasn't much to clean up. The only rule I had was to stay out of Kalen's room. Still, there were only the dishes and laundry each day. Other than that, the house stayed pretty clean. Regardless, I also decided to vacuum, sweep, and mop every day while Koda had an afternoon nap. I swore Koda could sleep through a bomb going off. I didn't want Koda, when he started moving around more, to be doing it on a dirty floor.
    On Wednesday, I asked if I could do some gardening and clean out the shed I saw in the backyard. Kalen said I could knock myself out with the garden, but there wasn't anything to tidy in the shed.
    By Thursday, my luck had run out. I'd managed to dodge Kalen when he got home and got out of the house before he mentioned him driving me to the bus stop. However, Thursday night he'd just taken Koda to his bedroom to get ready for bed, and I'd managed to make it to the front door before he came out and barked, "You move out that door, there will be trouble. It started spitting on the way home. I'll drive you to the bus stop, or better yet, I'll drive you home. Just give me time to get Koda changed and I'll get him in the car."
    "No, you really—"
    "Not another word, Mena." He glared.
    Glowering back, I shot back, "Fine."
    Thankfully, after he dropped me off, he didn't stick around waiting for the bus to show because he wanted to get Koda home. The walk took me an extra twenty minutes to get back to my car. He did it again Friday, and it had been pouring rain. By the time I'd made it to my car, I was drenched, shivering, and cold to the bone.
    To warm me up, I did something I hadn't done in a very long time. Laying back flat on the back seat, I placed one foot to the floor and the other I lifted up to the top of the seat. My heel rested against the back platform. I felt ridiculous. I'd never had the urge to touch myself in the car before, but I couldn't stop. My hand went to the front of my pyjama pants. Slowly, I slid my hand inside, only to gasp from the cool touch of my hand. Still, I kept gliding it down. I was already wet, and I knew it had something to do with a certain male I worked for. While I arched, gasped and moaned, running my finger up and down, in and out and around my clit, two steel eyes consumed my mind. Eyes that were hard, heated, hot, and wanting me . The orgasm I had was like nothing I'd felt before and thankfully, it left me exhausted.
    When I woke the next day, I was surprised I didn't wake up with a cold. To prevent one, I made sure I stayed inside the car all weekend, and ate all the fruit and vegetables I had left. I had no intention of going out into the terrible weather.
    In my solitude, those steel eyes kept making appearances in my foolish mind.
    On Monday, I chose to drive to Kalen's; I didn't want a repeat of Friday since it was still raining, and I also had some washing to do. My clothes from Friday were still damp and smelled out the car. After parking out the back, away from Kalen's vehicle so he wouldn't think to look in mine, I made my way in through the back door.
    Kalen was in the kitchen finishing up Koda's breakfast of Weetabix crushed in milk. Kalen seemed to be handling the change in Koda's food well. I just had to make sure it stayed that way.
    "Morning," I offered at the doorway, heat lighting my cheeks at the