CHAPTER 473. TO BELIEVE AGAIN. better to ask for forgiveness than permission

Milo's foot was tapping relentlessly on the floor of the elevator, like a little wind-up toy, as it climbed. They were just going to look at some buildings; it wasn’t anything special. Yet, seeing her lately was causing him some rather inappropriate reactions.

He knocked on the door, and when she opened it, Milo was speechless for a moment. She was wearing a red silk blouse and tight dark pants that accentuated all her curves.

“Hey, I’m ready. Just give me a minute to grab my purse.”

“Hey…” he whispered as he watched her lean over the couch, tossing anything into her bag—things that didn’t even matter because he only had eyes for her backside.

“I need to get her a taller couch,” he thought. If she kept bending over like that, his brain might just short-circuit.

That wave of desire was hard to ignore, but he quickly reminded himself he couldn’t let those feelings take over. She was Niko’s mom, and she wou