by Claire Angel
“Well, now that it’s only the two of us, you can be honest with me. How was Piper?”
I shrugged my shoulders, and said, “She is very imaginative, and I think she is quite sharp. She gets bored easily and doesn’t want to sit still for long. But to me, that is normal, and healthy to want to play outside.”
“I agree. When I was still a boy, I would climb trees and ride a bike and meet up with friends for various games and get into trouble sometimes.”
That made me think back to when Piper had asked about school when I had mentioned the topic. Dryden explained he hadn’t really thought about it, but maybe I could give him a few suggestions.
It was so refreshing to have a man listen to what you were saying and considering your opinion, instead of just talking over you as if you were some dimwitted bimbo. I wondered again about Piper’s mother, but when I asked him, he went dead quiet. He swallowed his mouthful and asked me to excuse him, and said that he wasn’t feeling very well anymore.
“You can show yourself out, see you in the morning. Good night.” And with that, he walked to the stairs and left me there alone and feeling uncomfortable.
Chapter 4
Dryden
Sara and Piper were playing outside in the backyard – Piper was giggling, and Sara was chasing her. Sara caught up to Piper and started to tickle her. Piper fell to the ground laughing and covering herself with her little arms, but Sara took every opening as an invitation to push her fingers into her sides or tummy.
Sara was standing on her knees bending over Piper. Suddenly Piper disappeared, and it was only Sara, still standing on her hands and knees.
*
We were at our private beach. I recognized the trees and the beach cabin, the coastline, and the cliff cutting the rest of the world off from this small portion of heaven that I had acquired a few years ago. I listened to the wind rustling through the leaves, and the waves were crashing on the rocks a few feet away from us.
As I looked back at Sara, she was completely naked. She looked over her shoulder at me. A slight breeze blew a strand of hair over her cheek, and it drew my attention to her full red lips. She was biting her lower lip seductively, and then she said in a sweet, soft voice, “Fuck me, please.”
She bent down on her elbows, opened her thick, sexy thighs a bit, and arched her back, pushing her round ass upwards. She was open and inviting, and as I moved closer, my hands were on her thighs, stroking up towards her butt. I slapped her right butt cheek, and she gave a little scream and then a hushed giggle.
As I entered her, I could feel her soft, warm flesh sucking me in. I started rocking her as the waves were pushing and pulling from the shoreline. My hands traveled along her slender waist, finding their way to her full, round breasts, hanging and swaying with each push. I grabbed them and pushed even harder.
Sara was groaning and moaning with pleasure. It just turned me on even wilder, but just as I was about to ejaculate, Piper suddenly appeared next to me.
“Daddy, what are you doing with the nanny?”
I opened my eyes to find myself in bed in the blackness of the night. Fuck, it was just a dream, or rather luckily it was just a dream. I became aware of my bulging balls.
As I climbed out of bed, I noticed the time on my alarm clock – 5:00 am. I started to stand up, but I got a slight cramp in my groin. I had to jerk off now.
Walking to the shower, I switched on the bathroom light. The hot water tap was open, and as I waited for the water to heat up, I looked at myself in the mirror. “Idiot, look what you have done.”
I looked down at my morning wood, and reached out my hand to feel the water. It felt lukewarm, so I got into the shower. I stood there for a moment, just letting the water wash over me. I leaned forward with my left hand against the wall. I couldn’t help myself, but the scenes from the beach played over in front of me. The dream was so real…
But I told myself I had to stay away from Sara. Nothing good could come from this.
Just standing there underneath the warm water, my mind flashed back to last night. I knew I had turned cold when she asked about Piper’s mother, but that was none of her business. She had no right prying into personal details. She was there to do a job, and so far, she was doing a great job – Piper liked her. I could have fired her if it wasn’t so darn hard to get a replacement that Piper would approve of.
I turned off the tap and reached for my towel. After drying myself, I went to my closet. While standing there, I felt lost, not knowing what to think or do. It would be easy to pick pants and a shirt and put them on. But the nagging question at the back of my mind was, Do I want to look bland or handsome? Do I want to attract Sara’s attention or fade into the background? Having good looks had its benefits with some of the female patients, making them come back regularly. I always marveled at their perseverance to get me to notice them, and then the bad bitch mood swing when they finally realized I wasn’t interested. Some women took rejection to a whole new level of revenge, but luckily, I’d learned from previous experiences.
Nerina would usually give them some nicknames, and if they ever returned for a consultation, she would warn me that, “Cruella, wants to make an appointment.” Cruella was the latest fiery customer, really scary skinny, and she had thick black curls and blond highlights, but she had taken the Botox injections just too far around her mouth. So her nickname was befitting, but it still could create problems for me if she were to hear Nerina over the phone, or if I were to forget myself and address her by her nickname. I had spoken to Nerina about it, but she explained that if a woman was that desperate, she deserved a nickname. Nerina went on to explain that they wouldn’t even notice if she served them shit instead of tea, as they were there to hunt only one thing.
I once asked Nerina why she was immune to my good looks and charm. She just shrugged and said I was too much of a good boy for her liking – her husband was a wild rider. That’s when I told her about the thin line between professional discussions and overshare, and that she was on the border.
Other than that, she was an excellent secretary – organized, pro-active, and relentless with outstanding invoices. Thinking about it, she should probably receive another increase, or at least a bonus as she reached her target for last month. I’ve always believed you should reward those that work hard, and she was no exception.
My dad had worked all his life to earn billionaire dollars. But I decided to be a doctor instead the CEO of the our Company. My parents could never understand why I would want to work for money if money could work for me. Therefore, I got a small investment business on the side. The female investors had the same inclination as my female patients, but my contracts were airtight with no funny loopholes. Once they signed, they had to leave their investments with me for at least a year. It just so happened that they didn’t have to see me for me to invest their billions. They could just sit at home and spew their venom as their paychecks came in. I’d also learned that if they had recovered to their usual self within that year, and they were happy enough with their returns that they continued with the investment. The ones that couldn’t get over themselves tried one more time at the renewal meeting, but then would leave with a cold heart and eyes spitting with fire.
Luckily, not all my patients were hunters in that sense. Most were married women with children, and the other half of my patients were male. So the excitement was luckily separated by long stretches of normality.
I heard the doorbell, and was pulled back to reality. At least I was dressed and ready to go, because I saw on my watch that it was precisely 7:00 am. That’s probably Sara, right on time, I’m impressed. Just hope she doesn’t read about my morning’s activities written all over my face, that would be awkward.
I went downstairs to find that Gertrude had already opened the door for Sara, and Piper was hugging her. “I’m so glad you came back.”
Sara bent down and reassured her. “Of course, I wouldn’t want to miss another tree climbing session with you fo
r anything in the world.”
Sara became aware of me, and stood up, greeting me. “Good morning, sir, I was wondering if I may take Piper to the library today? I want to see if we can find Alice in Wonderland.”
Shit, it was hard to look into her eyes without feeling guilty about this morning, so I just picked up my briefcase, avoiding any eye contact. While turning around, I just told her over my shoulder, “Sure, whatever, do what you think is best.”
I knew I was acting like a real dick, but there was no turning back, until I heard little Piper’s voice. “Daddy, wait! You haven’t hugged me yet.”
Now I was a terrible parent as well. What crazy spell had she cast over me?
“Sorry, sweetie, I love you lots, like Jelly Tots.” As I hugged her, I looked over her shoulder towards Sara. I could see her eyes were cast downwards, and she was frowning, probably wondering what she had done wrong or said that was unwelcomed.
I felt a pang of guilt, and I let go of Piper, and turned around and went into the garage. It was for the best that her feelings should be hurt early on, before anything could happen and then there would be far-reaching consequences if it didn’t work out. Anyway, this couldn’t go anywhere – nothing good could come from this.
Look what had happened when Piper’s mother decided to pick up and leave. She shook Piper’s world to the ground. If it weren’t for dear Jennifer, Piper would probably not have turned out to be such a sweet, loving child.
Jennifer had known how to comfort her, and she also had taught me a few valuable lessons in regards to child rearing. The most important one was to put her little heart first, then the rest would fall into place. Rejecting Sara as a possible future relationship would place Piper’s interests first, as she loved Sara first. I wasn’t going to be the reason for her world crumbling around her again.
With Piper’s mother, I had been a fool thinking it was love, but after that first night, I had known I wouldn’t be satisfied. I had tried to break it off with her, but then she came back a few months later, pregnant and very drunk. I had placed her in rehab, paid all the expenses just so that she could sober up and give birth to a healthy baby. I had lost my respect for her then, but I had to take care of her. So, we got married just after Piper was born. It lasted for 8 months, and it was an unhappy marriage. She was always drinking, causing havoc at family events. One day when I woke up, her closet was empty, and her car wasn’t in the garage. She had left without even saying goodbye.
No, I didn’t think I had excellent luck when it came to the fairer sex. I would instead steer clear and keep the universal peace. The fact that I had inherited my money didn’t mean I was going to squander it on every woman that made a pass at me. Easy come, and easy go was not the way I wanted to live my life. I wanted to earn my living. I just wished my parents could respect that. Why were they so set in their opinion that being a doctor or any other respectable profession was far below their class of life expectancy for me? Now I had to fulfill two professions, which didn’t leave me much time to spend with Piper. At least my example to her was to work hard and earn your living, or at least I hoped so.
Chapter 5
Dryden
James called me half an hour ago, begging me to join him at this club on 4th Avenue. He had his eye on a girl, but I had to keep her friend entertained while he made his advances on his target. According to him, he needed his wingman for support. I arrived at the club, and immediately felt like this was not my scene. It appeared trashy, but I went in anyway. I found James at the bar drinking a beer.
“My man, look at you, you stud, still in your suit and tie, Mr. Doctor. Can I grab you a drink?”
The bartender, a hot brunette with boobs almost falling out from the front of her crop top, leaned over and asked what she could get me.
“Just a draught, please.” As she turned around, I noticed her very skimpy pants, and her thong was sticking out above her hot pants. “What type of bar is this?”
James just smiled, and said, “They entertain for a vast array of tastes, different evenings for different crowds. Tonight is ladies night, and when the clock strikes midnight, they turn it into a boys night. So if you can reign in your filly before then, you can ride her till the morning hours.”
“You can ride me, starting now from dusk till dawn,” a husky voice whispered in my ear. As I turned around, a sexy little thing, of about twenty, was rubbing up against me.
I tried to look uninterested as I pushed her away gently. “Sorry, but I’m not interested.”
She looked at me coyly and added “yet” to the end of my sentence. She took hold of my tie and pulled me towards the dance floor. I grabbed my tie back out of her hand, which almost caused her to fall over. After that, she just glared at me, turned around, and left. I undid the knot and shoved it into my back pocket.
The bar lady handed me my drink, and I took one long gulp – this was going to be a rough night. As I looked back at James, his mouth was hanging open. “What’s wrong with you, man, you could have hooked up with that fox and have some fun the whole night long.”
“Come on, James, you know I don’t do that.”
But James leaned in and pointed to a table at the other side of the dance floor. “You see the brunette sitting there with her wild set-up? She has been coming here a few weeks now, always sits at the same place. I’m sure she is eyeing me, but she is playing hard to get. Tonight, I’m going to get some, but I need you to distract her blonde friend. She is also hot, but too goody-two-shoes for my taste. I like the wild and rude one. I like a challenge. Tonight, I’m taming the shrew.”
As I looked over to the table where he was pointing, her blonde friend was turned facing the other way, and the brunette was dressed quite quirky, or maybe retro artsy. James was right – the blonde was sexy as hell. But as I watched her, she started to look more familiar. Just then, a waiter brought their drinks to their table, and Sara looked at the waiter, giving him a tip.
“Shit! James, please, abort this mission, I cannot do it. The blonde is Piper’s new nanny.” I turned around to face the bar, hoping that she hadn’t noticed me. I realized that I was acting paranoid. Of course, she hadn’t seen me. Sara didn’t even know that I was there. How could she have been looking for me?
I took another long draw from my glass. James slapped me on my shoulder, and said, “So your baby girl brought some good stuff into your house after all. Why haven’t you jumped on her yet?”
I just frowned at him and shook my head. “No man, she only started yesterday. I cannot just jump on her after two days!”
James looked at me with his one eyebrow raised. “Yeah, but your face tells me you have already thought about it. Two days are long enough to have a wet dream and jerk off with her face in front of you. I know that look on your face, the guilt, the challenge, the excitement, the hunt is on.”
“Okay, fine. I will go over and introduce you, say a quick hello, but then I’m leaving. What you do with your entry ticket is all up to you.” I ordered another draught and almost downed it.
James slammed his fists down on the counter as I placed my empty glass down on the bar. “I’ll take it, my friend. That is more than I could have asked for from my wingman. Now let’s go.”
As we walked over to their table, I was already regretting this. What was I thinking? How would I be able to face Sara again the next day? What would she think of me being in a place like this? Wait, what is she doing in a joint like this?
When we reached their table, I didn’t know what to say, so James began, “Hey, ladies. Dryden here tells me he knows both of you.”
As Sara looked around, I could see the shock in her eyes as she recognized me, so I turned towards James, and introduced him. “This is James, my best friend since high school. James, this is Sara, my daughter’s new nanny.” I looked over at her friend, and she also looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her face.
Luckily, Sara saved me, and said, “This is Tabitha, your gardener.”
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bsp; Shit, am I really that oblivious of who works for me? But in my defense, she wasn’t wearing her overalls with her hair tied back. “Sorry, I didn’t recognize you, you did look familiar, but I couldn’t place your face. At least now I know your name.” I gave her a weak excuse of a smile, and she just stuck out her tongue at me. What a weird reaction. Maybe James would match her or at least give her a good challenge in being quirky.
I’d done my bit. I had completed my part of the deal, but I couldn’t just leave Sara hanging. So, as James made a few corny jokes, causing Tabitha to laugh, I turned to Sara.
“So, what are you doing here? Not the type of bar I would have pictured you in.”
She looked at me with a teasing smile. “So, where have you pictured me?”
Wait, what? How did she catch me out like that?
I could feel that I was back-paddling, and she smiled, and said, “Don’t be so rattled, I was only making a joke, and yes you are right, this isn’t my scene.” With a more somber expression, she added, “I’m more of a strip club girl.” She saw my eyes almost falling out of my head, and she burst out laughing, “I’m just pulling your chain, I’m joking.”
I realized I must have looked like a complete idiot, and started laughing with her. I could feel that I was relaxing, and I just said, “I’m sorry for being such a jerk, I’ve just…” but I couldn’t think of a valid excuse. So I just shook my head, and admitted, “I have no excuse for my behavior. Please forgive me.”
She looked into my eyes, and she smiled at me. Then she touched my hand and told me, “It’s okay, I understand.”
“Can I buy you a drink? What are you having?”
Sara looked at her glass, and said, “I’m still fine, as this is a new drink. I’ve also never accepted a drink from my boss before, and I’m not sure that tonight would be an exception to the rule.”
