THE NANNY (A BILLIONAIRE BWWM ROMANCE)

by King, Imani

  She was so stunned she almost dropped her lemonade and fell off the porch swing. She started cussing a blue streak because she had worked “that goddamn baby shower” and missed her chance to meet Blaize AGAIN. “Twice in one fucking lifetime is just too much for me to bear, Chelsea !”

  “Calm down Tiff! I think you’re gonna feel pretty lucky in a minute here. I’m not finished with my story …….”

  “What happened?! Did he say he liked our desserts? Nothing would make me happier than if he told you that. Did he tell you that ?”

  I smiled secretly to myself. I knew what I was about to say was going to send her completely over the edge. But it was time to go in for the kill ………

  “Tiffany, he LOVES our desserts. He offered us a business proposal.” I allowed time to let my words sink again .

  “Are you shitting me? You better not be shitting me! If you are, I swear I will never forgive you !”

  “He asked me to have coffee with him, after the meeting ….”

  Tiffany squealed and hooted for literally 2 solid minutes straight before saying anything comprehensible .

  “You had coffee with Blaize Simon?! Just the 2 of you? Like a date? That explains that dress! You put that dress on for him! I knew it! Wait a minute…….I thought you didn’t even like him. You said he was an arrogant asshole. Why would you want to look sexy for him ?”

  “I was just trying to look nice that’s all. My work clothes were stained with chocolate .”

  “You can drop the pretense Chelsea. You can admit you’re hot for him. What was his business proposal? Is it something tawdry, I hope? Something that involves me too ?”

  I decided to ignore Tiffany’s accusations and continue on with my story .

  “Blaize Simon is going to be doing a number of book signings around the nation to promote his latest novel in the vampire trilogy………” Tiffany completed my sentence for me .

  “Midnight Hunter: Sweet Revenge !”

  “That’s right. Since the plot is about a French vampire who leaves sweet treats at the scene of each of his victims, Blaize thought it would be a cool promotional gimmick for us to serve our pastries and candies to everybody who purchases a copy of the book at the event. He realizes we probably can’t do the national tour with him but suggested we at least do whatever California bookstores we can fit into our schedule. He’s prepared to purchase as much product as necessary for each event. His agent is already onboard with the idea. He thinks the book’s tie-in with our French Chocolate is a win-win situation for all of us. Isn’t it fantastic, Tiff?! I told Blaize I would have to get your approval first, of course. So what do you say partner? It’s the opportunity of a lifetime! Do you feel lucky now ?”

  Tiffany was on cloud nine the entire time I was talking. She may have only heard every other word I said, but she still gave me the answer I was looking for :

  “Does a bear shit in the woods, girlfriend ?!!”

  9

  Blaize

  “W hat? Still no chef, Rolande?” I stared down in disappointment at my continental breakfast of coffee, juice and breakfast pastries .

  “You expected me to find and secure a reputable chef in two days? Sit down and eat. You’ll be pleasantly surprised. I went down to the girls’ house in Venice and got us some French Chocolate pastries .”

  “Rolande, I could kiss you! Forgive my childishness. Let’s dig in !”

  We both immediately started scarfing down the entire plateful of delectable goodies, all the while making lip-smacking, finger-licking noises .

  “Oh my god, Rolande! This chocolate spice cake is out of this fucking world! Shit! How do they do it? It goes perfectly with the hazelnut coffee .”

  “I know! Those girls are magical baking wizards. Hand me one of those things……what is that ?”

  “It looks like a chocolate chip crème puff. Those are equally orgasmic. Job well done, Rolande. I think I just might keep you around ……….”

  “Thanks a lot, your royal dickness. Hey, have you met Chelsea’s partner, Tiffany Simpson, yet? I just met her this morning .”

  “No, I haven’t. I’m looking forward to meeting her today at the book signing. Thus far, I only have Chelsea’s word regarding her reliability. What’s she like ?”

  “She’s fantastic! She’s funny as shit, and very personable. Kind of sassy, big and brassy – to coin a phrase .”

  “Big? What do you mean by big ?”

  “Just big, beautiful luscious curves, and an equally big personality. Full-figured and full of attitude! Your fans are going to love French Chocolate. Those girls are going to knock’em dead, Blaize. I have to say your idea is truly inspired, my friend .”

  “Well thank you, Rolande. I’m feeling even more excited about it now. I can’t wait to see our dynamic duo in action this afternoon .”

  * * *

  T he line of fans at the Santa Monica bookstore snaked around the block and down the Third Street Promenade. The front window prominently displayed my latest novel Midnight Hunter: Sweet Revenge , as well as a life-size cardboard figure of me. French Chocolate was all set up in the back and ready to serve their sinful treats to everyone who purchased a copy of any of my books. I laid out two new pens in front of me in preparation for the continual scrawling of my famous signature over the next 90-minutes .

  Chelsea had introduced Tiffany to me earlier, upon my arrival. The poor girl nearly went to pieces when I brought her hand up to my lips and said, “Enchanté.” Rolande was absolutely correct; she was a firecracker and I immediately knew she would be a splendid addition to our promotional team .

  Despite the excitement going on outside the store, my focus was still on Chelsea. Her combination of awesome ability and beauty was the ultimate turn-on for me. My unrelenting desire for her was both unprecedented and disconcerting. I had never felt that way about a woman I had yet to enter. Come to think about it, I’d never felt that way, period. It was going to be a fantastic event today; just knowing that I would be able to glance over and see her during the laboriously tedious process of signing all those books was already giving me a thrill .

  Rolande had originally suggested that the girls wear vampire make-up, or at least fangs for all of the events but I just couldn’t bear the thought of altering Chelsea’s face in any way; I needed to be able to soak in the full beauty of it, like a piece of fine art. I had briefly entertained the notion of the ladies wearing skimpy little French maid outfits, but common sense prevailed: There was no way either of those two strong, proud women would agree to prancing around like sex kittens in public .

  Still, it was a delightful picture in my brain. In the end, we all agreed they would wear blood-red, silk sheath dresses which were both classy and dramatic. Chelsea and Tiffany looked sexy, powerful and a bit devilish; absolutely perfect for the event. I couldn’t help but wonder what Chelsea was wearing underneath; a black lace bra? Tiny thong panties? Maybe nothing at all. My cock hardened under the table as I pictured her in various types of sexy lingerie .

  The store manager unlocked the front door and the line of people rushed in. My fans snatched up copies of my books and waited patiently for me to sign them. Naturally, I felt obliged to pose with them for their silly photos as well. My lovely French Chocolate accomplices kept perfect pace, doling out their delicious desserts, but only to the paying Blaize Simon fans .

  I had to admit, the line contained an inordinate number of beautiful women. And at any other time in my life I would have thoroughly enjoyed having them fawn all over me. I would have certainly chosen a couple of them to fuck in the back room on my lunch break. But today was different. Today I found them to be an inconvenient annoyance, especially when they blocked my view of Ms. Chelsea Dixon. They weren’t exactly a challenge for me, either. Women worldwide adored me… The real challenge was getting that hot little vixen across the room to feel the same way .

  Chelsea caught me staring at her on several occasions while she worked the crowd. She was so da
mn hypnotic with her big Bambi eyes, and thick black lashes. One of the times, I caught her staring back… Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I signaled to Rolande that I needed him to come over so I could relieve myself .

  “Rolande, please announce my brief break to the fans. I can’t stay away from that delicious woman over there any longer .”

  “Will do boss man. Go get her !”

  I headed toward the bathroom, but detoured over to the French Chocolate dessert table. I walked up behind Chelsea, and gently placed my hand on the sexy small of her back. She quivered slightly as I leaned in closely and inhaled the sweet vanilla scent of her hair before whispering in her ear: “Your sweet talents are driving me wild……..I just stopped by for a bite.” Then I snatched a dark chocolate praline from the candy tray and popped it into my mouth .

  Tiffany suddenly shot me a wide-eyed “What are you doing?” look. I closed my eyes and savored the milky richness of the chocolate for a few seconds, giving them both a “two thumbs up” gesture. Then I mischievously trotted away before either of them could reprimand me .

  A handful of minutes later I was seated back at my table again, greeting my steady flow of fans as they filtered in .

  “Thanks Rolande. Although, I’m not sure that helped. All it did was whet my appetite for a much needed feast .”

  The final half hour passed excruciatingly slowly. All I could think of was planning my next move on Chelsea. Sure, having her at the book signings was great, but I needed another avenue for spending more frequent intimate time with her. It wasn’t long before a scathingly brilliant idea popped into my head. It was the perfect plan …….

  10

  Chelsea

  O nce the remaining customers left the bookstore, Tiffany and I darted to the back room to sit down. Two hours of nonstop standing had taken a toll on us. We both plopped down on the small couch and let out a big, “Aaaaahhhhhhh, that feels so good !”

  “That was really fun, wasn’t it Chels? I enjoyed every minute of that. And the fans loved our French Chocolate. This is really gonna boost our business !”

  “Yeah, I enjoyed it too! Except for my poor aching feet! What were we thinking? Six-inch stiletto heels? That was cruel and unusual punishment on these unhappy tootsies !”

  “Our feet have become too accustomed to our comfortable Aerosole work loafers! They may be ugly-ass shoes but at least they’re not medieval torture devices! I swear I might need a shoehorn just to pry these off !”

  We yanked off our pointy-toed pumps and let out another long sigh of relief. Then we burst into giggles .

  As if drawn like a moth to the flame, Blaize made his way into the room. “What’s all the joviality about in here? Did I hear someone complaining about sore feet ?”

  “Have you ever tried parading around in women’s high-heels for a couple of hours?” Tiffany asked Blaize .

  “Of course I have! Didn’t you see the January issue of People magazine? What a party that was! It was quite a blow-out! Just wish I could remember it !”

  I wondered what it would be like to live that sort of crazy partying lifestyle. I never had a chance to experience anything like that. It seemed as though I had always been seriously working and focusing on my dream. There really hadn’t been time to play. Not even in Paris. But it was okay; it was all behind me. My hard work was paying off now .

  “Tiffany, before I forget, Rolande said he wanted to talk you about something, when you have a moment .”

  “Uh oh. What is it? Did I do something wrong ?”

  “No. No, definitely not. You were perfect today. Thank you for your hard work. My fans are now your fans .”

  “I better go see what he wants. I’m not puttin’ these nasty things back on my feet though. I’ll just carry them, for now .”

  Tiffany scurried out, leaving me alone with Blaize in the back room. I had a suspicion he planned it that way, and it made me nervous .

  He took Tiffany’s place on the sofa, and lifted my legs and feet into his lap. I let out a brief yelp of protest, but he gently cupped my right foot in his hands and proceeded to give me the most erotic foot massage I’d ever had in my life. His hands were magical and his fingers hit all the right pressure points .

  “That feels fantastic Blaize. Just what I needed… Thank you .”

  “No, Chelsea. Thank you. You were perfect today as well. And it is my absolute privilege to rub your lovely feet. Besides, I am really digging on your dark red, vampire toenail polish. It’s a wonderful touch !”

  He pressed deeper into my arch with his thumbs, while staring intensely and hungrily into my eyes. I felt myself go wet between the thighs. Shit! I was loosing control of my defenses with this man !

  “So, I think the book promotion was quite a success. Don’t you, Blaize ?”

  I was clearly just making inane small talk but I didn’t know what else to do. Blaize was rubbing my other foot now and seemed to be completely and totally focused on the task .

  “Huh?............yes…… yes, it went very well………..” His voice trailed off as he closed his eyes and started gently working the toes on my left foot between his talented fingers .

  Oh my god! I was already breathless. I needed to put a stop to this! I pulled my foot from his clutches .

  “Blaize! Please! I think I’d better go now .”

  “You’re not afraid of me, are you Chelsea? What’s wrong with a little afternoon foot massage ?”

  “I think we both know what’s wrong with it …”

  “Well, alright. I was enjoying providing you with a bit of pleasure. You are a far more delicious treat than anything you’ve served up today …”

  Blaize Simon had an annoying way of leaving me completely dumbfounded. I had never met anybody with that ability before. He was so damn confidently brazen. I found it frustrating, disconcerting, intriguing and super-hot all at the same time. But getting romantically involved with him was simply out of the question. I had too much respect for myself to end up as one of Blaize Simon’s castoffs .

  “Well, I must warn you also Blaize: My restaurant isn’t open to just anyone …”

  I could tell my response caught him off guard as well; he changed the subject .

  “Speaking of which… I have a small favor to ask you. If you don’t want to do it, I will completely understand……..I’ll pay you, though. Handsomely .”

  “What is it Blaize? If this is more sexual innuendo I might just smack you .”

  “No, not at all. Rolande has been searching for a chef to cook our meals while we’re staying on the boat. I know you can’t be our full-time chef, but I was wondering if you’d consider cooking a few dinners for us until we’re able to hire someone on a more permanent basis? I’ll pay you of course; whatever amount you think is fair. You surely have more impressive cooking credentials than anybody we will hire for the position. You could start tonight …”

  I was apprehensive to say the least, but the challenge of doing some real gourmet cooking within the confines of a boat galley was appealing. And the idea of gastronomically impressing two Frenchmen was too hard to resist .

  “Alright. I’ll cook dinner for you and Rolande. How’s 7 sound? I don’t mind buying the ingredients. I know you won’t stiff me .”

  As soon as the last 2 words left my mouth, I knew I had inadvertently set myself up for some sort of inappropriate response from him .

  “Chelsea, you’re really making this too easy for me… I’ll see you at tonight,” he replied, standing back up and adjusting his pants to mask his telegraphed interest .

  I just smiled back… Maybe this was a mistake to play his game, but I was enjoying all the attention Blaize was throwing my way. It felt very… French .

  11

  Blaize

  “N ow don’t take this personally Rolande, but you are going to make yourself scarce pretty soon aren’t you?” I was almost finished getting dressed for the evening .

  “I’ll be leaving shortly, don’t worry. I
have to say that was another stroke of genius; having Chelsea cook dinner for us. Does she know that I won’t be here ?”

  “No. I conveniently left that part out.” Rolande was standing behind me, so I winked at him in the mirror as I finished buttoning my dress shirt .

  “That’s what I figured. It was also brilliant to keep Tiffany occupied tonight, so the two of you could be alone .”

  “What did you tell her, exactly ?”

  “I told her to go back to her house and wait; that something big would be coming which would require her signature. She’s going to flip when that new bakery oven arrives. I wish I could see the expression on her face .”

  “My intentions were not completely self-motivated. I sincerely want to make it easier for French Chocolate to succeed. They’re far too talented to have to struggle with some run-down old oven every day. Besides, we ran out of pastries halfway through our last book signing, and I want to be absolutely certain that doesn’t happen again …”

  “Do you know what Chelsea is preparing tonight ?”

  “I don’t know and I don’t care. Whatever it is, it’ll undoubtedly be superb. Too bad you’ll miss out on it, old friend .”

  “I’m assuming I need to stay gone all night ?”

  “Rolande, have we met? Seriously ?”

  “Let’s go up on deck and wait for Chelsea to get here. It might be better if you don’t leave until after she arrives .”

  Rolande poured us each a glass of Scotch over ice and we headed up the stairs with our drinks. We made ourselves comfortable in our deck chairs and waited for our lovely new chef. The summer sun was setting, leaving a wispy pink and gray marine layer on the horizon, as the city lights popped on one by one in the surrounding buildings. The early evening air still felt warm and even a bit humid. Dusk was always the most inspiring and romantic time of the day for me, regardless of where I was. There was just something about it that was conducive to fucking a beautiful woman .