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  While He Watches

  A Forbidden Romance

  S.E. Law

  Copyright © 2020 by S.E. Law

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  Also by S.E. Law

  Forbidden Fantasies

  My Fiance’s Dad

  Trailer Park Daddy

  While He Watches

  Her Secret Baby

  Sweet Treats

  The Man of My Dreams

  His Candy Cane

  Her Juicy Cherry

  Her Honey Pot

  Second Helpings

  Sugar Walls

  Please and Tease

  Forbidden Fruit

  Band of Brothers

  Her Italian Wedding

  Double XL

  The Boyfriend Diaries

  The Boyfriend Diaries

  Mommy’s Ex

  Mommy’s Boss

  Mommy’s Landlord

  Daddy’s Christmas Gift

  Daddy’s Holiday Baby

  Daddy’s Love Child

  Made for Them

  Built For Them

  Sugar and Spice

  The Naughty Party

  Blackmail Fantasies

  Blackmailing My Dad’s Best Friend

  Blackmailed By My Dad’s Boss

  Blackmailed In The Boudoir

  Blackmailed By My Teacher

  Irresistible Bachelors

  Sweet as Candy

  Must Be Love

  Meant To Be

  Standalones

  You’re Mine

  Boss of My Panties

  Naughty Relations

  About My Daddies

  About Last Night

  About This Morning

  About That Evening

  Playing with Them

  Playing with the Doctors

  Playing with the Criminals

  Playing with her Priests

  Healing Hands

  Dr. Feelgood

  Dr. Man Candy

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  Contents

  About This Book

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: Trailer Park Daddy

  About the Author

  About This Book

  Whitney’s done some things she isn’t proud of in her past. When financial trouble lurks at the door, she gets desperate and decides to become a cam girl. It’s not what she had in mind for herself, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

  Peter’s bored at home, browsing on his computer. His business practically runs itself these days, and he’s got money coming out of his ears. But when he sees a gorgeous girl with sassy curves on-screen, everything comes to a halt … because he’s determined to give her a baby by any means necessary.

  We’ve all heard of them: those sassy, fun, flirty cam girls who make a living doing shows on-line. Well, Whitney’s experiencing the fantasy even if it’s utterly taboo and forbidden. Lose yourself in this naughty tale, and don’t forget to press RECORD! While He Watches has no cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

  1

  Whitney

  The bell on the door jingles with finality as the last customer walks out with two dozen sugar cookies. She’s got a huge smile on her face because she only wanted a dozen but then, I gave her a second dozen for free. It’s necessary, after all. The governor has mandated that our business close to ‘flatten the curve’ when it comes to spreading coronavirus, and that means I won’t have any customers tomorrow. Even worse, I wonder how I’m going to keep SugarTime afloat. My business operates on a tiny margin, and who knows how long this shut-down will continue?

  “Girl, you’re deep in thought, aren’t you? You’ve been polishing that same spot a hundred times,” my friend Alvina says, snapping me out of my reverie.

  My concern goes far beyond just my bakery. Alvina is my only full-time employee but I have two part-timers too. They both rely on the money they earn here to provide for their kids. What will they do now?

  “Alvina, what are you going to do without a job? I wish I could keep paying you but I don’t even know how I’m going to pay the bills here. I still have a power bill due in a week.”

  She nods reassuringly.

  “I’ll be fine. I can claim unemployment but as a business owner, I’m not sure that you can. I’m worried about you, girlfriend. I’m totally willing to help do carry-out to keep some money coming in.”

  I let out a big breath, unable to keep my anxiety at bay.

  “I don’t know, Alv. I crunched some numbers in my head while I was cleaning and it looks grim. People are scared, and they’re staying home, so even with carry-out we’ll only have a fraction of the business we normally do. The electricity it takes to run the equipment in here, not to mention the A/C bill during summer, is horrendous. Anything I make will go right to the power company.”

  Alvina frowns.

  “Well, how about delivery?”

  I shoot her a wry smile.

  “We live in New York City. Neither one of us has a car, and you don’t even have a driver’s license.”

  “Lots of New Yorkers don’t have driver’s licenses,” Alvina retorts defensively.

  I hold up my hands palms out.

  “I’m not criticizing you for not being able to drive, but SugarTime doing delivery is not an option.”

  Alvina merely sighs, out of suggestions, and I speak again in a defeated voice.

  “Over the past few months, we were doing great because of our restaurant customers. Luigi’s kept ordering our tiramisu, and Mocha Chanel, that trendy coffee shop, was increasing their cookie orders weekly. Things were going so well that I bought that new mixer with my savings and financed that blast chiller, hoping to meet the new demand. But now, all that demand has dried up. I don’t think Luigi’s is even open at all. Dammit. I was so irresponsible, when I’m usually so much more cautious.”

  My friend pats my shoulder reassuringly.

  “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Whit. I would hardly call it irresponsible. It’s more that you were really positive and optimistic for SugarTime, and why wouldn’t you be? The store was doing great. How could you know that the entire hospitality industry would get shut down because of a pandemic? But we need solutions. Do you think your parents could loan you some money? Just as a temporary bridge?”

  I grimace a bit.

  “No. They’ve already done so much to make my dream of owning a bakery come true, and I don’t want to ask for more. You know they paid for my tuition at Le Cordon Bleu and then they gave me the start-up cash to buy all the equipment to open here. My dad isn’t even back at work yet.”

  Alvina frowns, her forehead wrinkling.

  “Really?”

  I nod.

  “Yea
h, don’t you remember when he fell off that ladder and hit his head? Donald gets migraines nearly every week because of it. The doctors said he gets so many migraines, that really, it should be categorized as a traumatic brain injury. They even encouraged him to apply for disability because they can’t say when he will be able to go back to work, it's that bad. Not that with the pandemic, it really matters.”

  By now, every surface gleams. Stainless steel has been polished, fingerprints have been erased, and floors have been mopped. I have such a feeling of doom I want to cry. I lock the door and Alvina and I silently head for the subway. Suddenly, a voice breaks out in the darkness.

  “Allie! We were just coming to get you.”

  Alvina’s brother Steven and his friend Matt are striding towards us. They’ve clearly been drinking from the looks of their puffy, sweaty faces and slightly off-balance gaits.

  “What are you coming to get me for?” my friend asks.

  “Dude, all the bars have to shut down tomorrow. Dolly’s is running specials on draft beer. They are having a kick the keg contest trying to get rid of it all tonight. SCORE!”

  My friend sighs and puts her hands on her hips.

  “First, I am not a dude. Second, did Derek send you here to get me? I know he hangs out at Dolly’s.”

  Derek is Alvina’s ex-boyfriend. There was some drama about a girl liking too many of Derek’s posts on Instagram. He swears he doesn’t know the girl but Allie doesn’t mess around when it comes to men. I love her confidence. I’m also damned glad I’m not involved in some Instagram spat.

  “Never mind,” Alvina sighs again. “I don’t care if he did send you because I could go for some line dancing to blow off some of this stress. Come on Whit, let’s go get a beer and do some dancing. I’ve got my boots on.”

  I bite my lip.

  “You always have your boots on. I don’t know, though. I shouldn’t be spending any money.”

  But Alvina’s brother jumps in.

  “Drinks are on me, ladies,” Steven says in a magnanimous voice. “I got word that I’ll be getting hazard pay while this whole virus thing is going on. Yee-haw!”

  Steven works security at the hospital, so I think it’s fair he gets hazard pay. Besides, we’re now in front of Dolly’s. Alvina grabs my hand and pulls me inside straight to the dance floor.

  “Oh no, I’m here strictly for the drinks,” I murmur, trying to pull away. But it’s hopeless. Soon, my friend has me boogeying along, and it’s okay. The dance floor is lined up with men and women doing some sort of boot scootin’ dance; they’re laughing, stomping, kicking, and swinging their hips. It looks like so much fun but I can’t bring myself to really get into it because I’m a curvy girl. I’m afraid I might swing my hips and knock one of the skinny girls into a table. I told Allie that last time she dragged me in here. She said if the skinny girls ate more, they wouldn’t have to worry about getting hip-checked into random furniture. That’s one of the things I love about my friend. Alvina is a curvy girl like me, but somehow, she’s more self-assured than eighty percent of the rail-thin cowgirls on the dance floor.

  I order us a couple of beers and watch Derek saunter up to my best girl. She stops dancing and shakes her head ‘no’ at him. He opens his mouth to speak to her and the death glare she gives him has him tucking tail and skulking off to the dance floor, where his buddies are standing and laughing.

  I’m amazed at how Allie can make a man wilt with just a look. She tosses her blonde ponytail and resumes her swaying and stomping without missing a beat. A tall, Kevin Bacon in Footloose kind of guy swaggers up, syncing his steps with hers and winks at her. Derek stews on the sidelines as Allie flirts with Mr. Footloose. Frankly, the Alvina and Derek show is a welcome distraction from the thoughts I’ve been having.

  The music pauses for a moment, and my friend comes sauntering over.

  “Have you had enough to drink yet to dance with me?” Alvina asks as she chugs down her beer and catches her breath.

  “There isn’t enough beer in the bar to make this chubby baker do the Cowboy Cha-Cha. Besides, you seem to have two dance partners. Do you think that guy is purposely trying to look like Kevin Bacon in Footloose, by the way? I mean, his hair is done in that scruffy yet cute style, and didn’t Kevin Bacon wear that exact outfit in the movie?”

  Alvina grimaces and then takes another swallow of her beer.

  “Oh, yeah. And he is dumber than a fish wearing galoshes.”

  That imagery gives me a much needed laugh.

  “I think Derek is working up the courage to try to talk to you again.”

  She rolls her eyes.

  “I know. I’m probably going to take him back. Steven told me the girl who’s been liking his Instagram posts is Aaron’s sixteen-year-old cousin that lives in Mississippi.”

  “Damn, sixteen? I still had braces at sixteen. How long have you known that?”

  “Since the week after I broke up with him,” she shrugs.

  “Are you going to apologize?”

  She stares at me, puzzled.

  “No. Why would I do that?”

  I just shake my head ruefully.

  “Never mind. Here he comes. I’m going to get out of here. I’ve got a lot to figure out with my business and all.”

  Alvina pats my arm reassuringly before giving me a merry wave.

  “Alright. Chin up, girl. You got this.”

  I decide not to take the subway. If we’re going to be under stay at home orders starting tomorrow, I’m going to take advantage of tonight.

  As I walk home, I think about Alvina. We’re shaped the same, but she’s so comfortable in her skin whereas I’m always self-conscious about my generous assets. I have parents who love me, I’m an accomplished pastry chef, and I own a bakery. I even love my chestnut brown curls, even though they’re wild and frizzy sometimes.

  But if I make a pros and cons list of Whitney Porter, I’ve got a lot more pros than cons. For some reason, in my mental chart, BIG HIPS and BIG ASS are in huge 20-point font under the ‘cons’ heading while all the items under the ‘pros’ heading are in an itty-bitty 8-point font.

  I unlock the front door of my building. My apartment is a fifth floor walk-up, and I sigh while staring into the dark depths. But then I try to remember what I do have going for me: my bakery. My job is to taste cookies and tarts and frosting and cake batter all day long, and who could ask for more?

  My cat greets me with a series of demanding meows as soon as he hears my key in the lock, and I reach down to pet him.

  “Hey Apollo. You have some ideas on how I can make money? SugarTime isn’t going to be standing much longer if I’m not careful.”

  Apollo merely perks his ears. Then, he goes over to my laptop and does a shimmy with his svelte, furry body.

  “So you think I should be a stripper?” I say archly. “Really? You think I should get on stage?”

  Apollo merely shimmies again, and then he lets out a long, raucous, “MEOOOOWRR!”

  “Hey, that wail wasn’t too sexy-sounding,” I laugh. “I don’t think being a dancer is going to work out for you.”

  But surely, there has to be something I can do to keep my business afloat, isn’t there? Maybe not stripping, but something? Sighing, I take a seat on my couch and flip open my laptop to begin searching for ideas.

  2

  Peter

  I’m thankful for our business model today. I think of all my fellow restaurateurs who are likely going to have to shut down because of the pandemic. At least at Shake Place, we already have a thriving delivery and carry-out business. We’ll be able to rely on those orders to keep us going through these difficult times.

  I send out information to all my managers on ordering masks and how to take extra sanitary precautions. I’ve also informed them that no one should be fired if they need to stay home, whether for health or personal reasons.

  I consider going back to my empty penthouse but change my mind and head into The Three Point Line, a sports
bar owned by one of my former employees. Luke started working for me when he was in high school and became one of my first managers. After a couple years, he decided to head out on his own, with my full blessing. He’s done well, and the Three Point Line usually has lots of crowds. It’s a sports bar, so they do best during March Madness and the Superbowl. Now, all sports are cancelled.

  Luke has still had his regulars but I know his gross receipts are taking a hit, and he looks grim at the bar.

  “Hey Pete, how have you been?” he greets me.

  My old employee is behind the bar, slinging drinks himself to a handful of customers sipping their beers. I slide onto a stool, grateful to get off my feet.

  “I’m good, Luke. I just got finished with helping my stores implement new safety procedures. How about you? Same?”

  He grimaces.

  “Well, I have to close tomorrow. But we’ll be alright. I got my start in this business from a guy who taught me a lot about how to run a restaurant in the black. I’ve been smart and put some money aside for the bar in case of an emergency. Plus, Julie works for the city so she’s still going to have a paycheck coming in. I’m just glad we haven’t decided to start a family yet.”

  “You don’t want kids?” I ask, brow arched.

  He sighs.

  “Someday. Just not now. What about you? Does the legendary Peter Coleman plan on having a family?”