My Hot Nurse Step Mum 11

I sipped the coffee, mind already drifting to Elena, her face in the kitchen yesterday, the way she’d trembled under my touch, the knife in her hand like she could scare me off.

It hadn’t. If anything, it made me want her more.

The front door opened an hour later.

Bernice walked in first, bags in hand, sunglasses pushed up into her hair. She saw me at the island and grinned.

“Morning, sleepyhead. Or afternoon, I guess.”

I glanced at the clock, almost noon.

“You went shopping?”

She dumped the bags on the counter, pulling out a few tops and jeans. “I need some stuff. Plus, Elena wanted to grab a few things for the house.”

Elena came in behind her, arms full of grocery bags. She set them down without looking at me, hair tied back, wearing a simple sundress that hugged her curves in a way that made it hard to breathe.

“Alex,” she said, neutral as hell. “Your dad’s still at the office. He said he’d be back soon.”

I nodded, stood