Helen's eyes widened in surprise, but in a few minutes, Maxwell released her, and taking a napkin, wiped his mouth and turned to her. He already knew her anxieties.
"You'll forget what happened here, when I hugged you." He said and pointed to the table. "Sit back down, and it'll be as if I got up now." She obeyed.
"Helen, I want you to listen carefully to my words. Put your feet on the ground and think about your future. You can achieve many good things in your life. It's not too late to pursue your studies. Thanks for the coffee." He said and left in a hurry.
Taking advantage of the fact that there was no babysitter in the room, he went into Ian's room and found him standing over his crib. He smiled when he saw him, and Maxwell came over and kissed him on the forehead. He started to shout Daddy, but Maxwell didn't want to stay there and risk running into Anna that morning. He wanted her to have time to assimilate what had happened and believed that he would let her decide whether or not she wanted to repeat what had happened last night. In any case, he would consider for the time being that the place next to him was hers.
Anna woke up and, with her eyes still closed, ran her hand over the bed, where the man she loved should have been, and she felt empty and cold. She must have dreamt the whole thing. It couldn't have been real. It was a relief, on the one hand, but on the other, it was frustrating. At least in that dream she dared to do and say what she could never do in reality. She felt a bad taste in her mouth and a headache. Only one word came to mind: "hangover". But she refused to believe it, because if she had a hangover, it meant it wasn't just a dream. She had actually gotten drunk and used vulgar words with Maxwell. She could still feel him powerful inside her. It hadn't been a dream! She opened her eyes and immediately realized that this was not her room. The color of the ceiling was beige, and that of her room was a very light pink.
She sat up and felt a sharp pain in her head. She looked around and saw that the room was huge. She could fit two people from her room in there. There were armchairs, a minibar, a desk with a computer... That was strange. There was an office in the apartment. Why did he keep one in his room?
Anna got up and turned on the computer. Immediately, various rooms in the house appeared. Except for her and her father's bedroom. Even his room had a camera. Her first thought was that he was just a deviant. But she looked carefully and the camera was only pointing at her own computer. She breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't the scumbag her fertile mind had thought for a moment.
She left the computer and went into his bathroom. It was the same as his. She stepped under the shower, and the water washed away her conflicting thoughts about Maxwell. She still couldn't believe that she had been able to tell him that she loved him. She couldn't remember details of the night before, probably a sequel to too much cognac, but she knew that she had crossed a line with him and that there was no going back. She didn't know if she would do it differently, if she could go back. Even if he never wanted to be with her again, Anna would always remember that night. He was incredible. His power of seduction was something... special. His hands, his mouth and his penis itself seemed to possess some magic to affect all the female senses. It was an experience she would never share with anyone else. She couldn't describe what Maxwell made her feel without provoking the lust of other women. Maxwell might not have known. But he belonged to her. Forever.
Anna stepped out of the shower and looked at the floor of Maxwell's room with a smile. Her clothes scattered across the floor, mixed in with his clothes was something she loved to see. She couldn't think of a more exciting decoration than that. She wrapped herself in the towel and went into the living room. The shards of the cognac bottle were scattered on his expensive carpet. She laughed and picked up her purchase that she had made to impress Maxwell. She believed she had impressed him, not in the way she had planned, and whatever happened that night, between them, she would still surprise him.
She went to her room and threw the bag on the bed, then went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. The bad taste of cognac was bothering her. Then she opened the connecting door and went to see Ian.
He was standing in his crib, leaning on the rail and staring at the nanny with a lost look on his face, while she read him a story in his language. Anna remembered that Maxwell had said not to mistreat her, so she decided to talk to her about it. He came over and sat down next to her. His presence seemed to break the spell of her tale, because Ian was no longer looking lost, now he was staring at her, trying to jump up and down and holding out his arms for her to take him in her arms. And the nanny stopped reading and blushed.
"Helen, I like you to read stories to Ian, he seems to approve too, but I want to ask you to do it in my language. Because he already has little contact with where I come from..."
"Forgive me, ma'am... Then I'll have to stop reading to him, because I only understand what you say, in your language, I don't know how to write it or how to read it." She said with her head down.
Anna stood up.
"Then carry on in your own language... He likes to hear you tell stories." Anna said amiably, gave Ian a kiss and was about to leave when the nanny called out to her.
"Ma'am... I won't be able to continue babysitting Ian full time..."