Her Savior

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “What? No,” I said right away.

  The pure thought of sex with this girl was more than I could fathom, but I absolutely didn’t expect her to perform in that sort of way as a nanny. It was a little off-putting for her to even say such a thing.

  “I didn’t mean it offensively. I’m just saying – you invite me to live with you; you’re giving me a car to drive and giving me a thousand dollars a week. Your kids aren’t that hard to take care of. In fact, so far, I think they are the most well-behaved children I’ve ever met.”

  “So you want me to pay you less?” I teased.

  “No, I’m happy with your offer, and I’m taking it. I just thought the whole thing was funny. My roommate will be very happy that I’m going to pay him my half of the rent, finally. I’ve been a bit of a freeloader since my parents kicked me out.”

  “He? You have a male roommate?”

  “Yeah, his name is Patrick; he’s such a sweet friend.”

  No way had I believed this guy just wanted to be Summer’s friend. Any red-blooded man who was around her certainly wasn’t going to be able to keep the relationship as friends. As the thought crossed my mind, I couldn’t help but realized I was in fact a red-blooded man who was going to have Summer living under my roof for at least a little bit. Crap, was I going to be able to keep my hands to myself?

  “Sounds like a nice guy to let you stay there.”

  “Yeah, he was a friend of a friend, and I took the spare room a few months ago. It was a little bit of a crazy time.”

  “Why did your parents want you to move out?”

  “You know, getting older and not having a job yet. I just didn’t know what I wanted to do with myself, and that was frustrating for them.”

  “When I was your age, I was drinking all day and all night and only occasionally showed up to work. So far, I think you’re much more responsible than I was,” I said to try and cheer her up a bit.

  “Thanks.”

  “When we get home, I’m going to have to work for a little bit. You didn’t bring any of your things over? If you’d like to go get them you can.”

  “Actually, Patrick is going to bring them over when I call him. There was just too much for me to bring in the car with all of us in there.”

  I had to laugh at her bringing so much stuff with her. But it didn’t surprise me at all. Any woman who was so dedicated to her hi-heels obviously had a wardrobe she wanted to keep close to her.

  “You know you don’t have to dress up around here. You could wear tennis shoes and sweat pants, and that’s fine with me. Whatever you are comfortable in,” I said to encourage her to be a little more comfortable.

  “Thanks, I’m not used to wearing jeans as much as I have been lately. I might have to change into my workout gear. Do the kids like to go for walks or to a park or anything like that? I’d like to keep active with them.”

  “Yes, they love all of that. I have a schedule for them I printed off too. It contains their soccer, dance, and other activities. The afternoons can get very busy.”

  “Okay.”

  At home, I took a few minutes to give Summer a good tour of the house. Although we mainly just used the first floor, Summer’s room would be upstairs, and I did have plans to move the kids upstairs at some point.

  “Right now, the kids share this room next to mine. We hardly go upstairs. I think it reminds us all of my late wife, and it’s just been too hard. I do plan to move the kids into their rooms up there again when they are ready. They were little when they were up there, though, so both of the rooms need to be fully redecorated.”

  “It’s a very beautiful house.”

  “Thank you.”

  We climbed the stairs so I could show Summer where her room would be. I’d already cleared the room out of any signs from the previous nanny, so it looked fairly barren. But in no time, I was pretty confident Summer would have the place looking cozy again.

  “This is your room,” I said as Summer was clearly underwhelmed by it. “You can decorate it as you’d like. I’ll even get new furniture if you would like it. This stuff has been in here for a few years. It could probably use an update.”

  “No, this is fine. I’ll bring some of my things and make it look nice.”

  “There’s a bathroom attached to your room and a walk in closet.”

  “Wow, okay now I like this,” she said as she brightened up a bit.

  I didn’t show her the master bedroom – that was still a place I didn’t like to go as everything in there reminded me of Claire. Someday, I was going to sell off that furniture and redo the room so I could move back upstairs. But it just hadn’t seemed like the right time.

  “Hey, I was meaning to tell you. I’m sorry about the pictures from the other day. I just thought it was funny how the day had turned out.”

  I had literally been so angry about her and her selfies that I didn’t know how to handle it. This was a serious job, and she seemed more consumed with her pictures than taking care of the kids. But at the same time, I loved how much the kids loved her, and having a night to think about it sure had calmed me down a bit.

  In the past, every single one of my nannies would have heard me go on and on about how important setting a good example for the kids was. I probably would have sat them down in my office and talked about all the rules and made sure they understood each one of them.

  The problem was that process hadn’t worked, and I knew it. The other problem was that I only had a few weeks to ensure that Summer and the kids were getting along, and I obviously didn’t want to send the wrong message this early in the relationship.

  “Thank you for apologizing. I know social media is important nowadays. I would just ask that you always make the kids a priority.”

  “Of course, the kids will always be my first priority, and I won’t put them in the pictures. I promise.”

  “Alright, I guess that’s settled. I’m going to head downstairs to work for a little bit. Please tell your friend he is welcome to bring your things over anytime, and you can get settled in. We will head back to get the kids around three o’clock.”

  “Can I ask another question?”

  “Of course.”

  “What am I supposed to do all day? I mean normally. The kids will be at school, so are there things you’d like me to do around the house?”

  “We can talk about it more later, but basically, you have the day to yourself. You can work out or go hang out with your friends. If the kids have activities right after school, you’ll probably want to make up some snacks to bring with when you pick them up, and then you’ll make dinner on nights that I’m not home yet.”

  “Okay,” Summer said.

  I made my way back downstairs and started on a call with Rob. We were getting so far behind on our work. There was a huge sense of relief though as Summer was turning out to be a pretty good fit. My anxiety was high still, and I hoped things would continue going well as she managed the day to day schedules of the kids.

  “How is the new nanny?” Rob asked right away.

  “She’s good. Very nice girl. The kids really like her. I think this is going to work out well. I’m planning on coming into the office tomorrow.”

  “Great, we have so much that has to get done.”

  “I know. I’m sorry it’s been so crazy lately. You’re a good friend to me. I really appreciate it.”

  “Hell, Tyler, you pull your weight most of the time. Don’t worry about it. How about we wait to talk about all of this until tomorrow? We can just do it all at once. I’m glad the new nanny is working out.”

  “Yeah, me too.”

  In the middle of our conversation, I heard a commotion going on in front of the house. As I looked through the blinds, I saw Summer struggling to get a very large suitcase out of the trunk of a car. I assumed it was her friend Patrick that was helping her.

  “Everything okay?” Rob asked as he noticed I was distracted.

  “Yeah, my nanny is just moving in all her
things. I better go help out,” I said more interested in getting to meet this Patrick guy than talking to Rob about work. “Talk to you later.”

  “Yep. See you tomorrow.”

  Patrick was a nice looking kid. About my height, maybe a little taller at 6’3” or so. He was much muscular than I was, and I wasn’t all that shabby in the muscle department. But as I walked out to greet him, I got an overwhelming vibe that he was gay.

  “Hey guys, can I help out?” I offered.

  “Oh, yes, thank you,” Summer said as she handed me the giant suitcase. “Tyler, this is my friend, Patrick. Patrick, this is my boss, Tyler.”

  “Nice to meet you man,” Patrick said as we shook hands.

  “I’ll walk you up to my room, Patrick,” Summer said as she pulled him away to bring up some of the smaller things.

  The bag I was carrying was at least fifty pounds, and it looked like Summer had several other bags in the car. I couldn’t imagine what all she had brought and how many wardrobe changes she expected to be making on a daily basis.

  “Do you have a body in here?” I laughed as I brought the thing upstairs.

  “Yes, sorry. I forgot to tell you.” Summer appeared at the top of the stairs. “I’m actually a serial killer. I brought all the people I’ve killed with me.” She started to laugh, and I couldn’t help smiling back at her.

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “I’ll get the other big one,” Patrick said as he raced down the stairs past me.

  “He seems like a nice guy,” I said to make small talk as I set the bag in her room. “Have you two known each other long?”

  “Not too long,” Patrick said as he freakishly showed up right behind me with the other heavy bag. It did not look all that heavy to him, though. “I gave her a bit of a scare the other day when I said I was moving in with my boyfriend, though. But we settled things.”

  He has a boyfriend. Got it. Nice to know. I couldn’t have imagined any other reason this guy wouldn’t have snatched up Summer for himself.

  The three of us finished bringing up the car full of suitcases and other items. Summer certainly was planning on making the room more comfortable. She had blankets, decorative pillows, and even a lamp in the car.

  “Summer, you are welcome to stay here as long as you’d like. I did have past nannies that chose to live here full-time, and I’m fine with that. It’s just hard to have a social life if me and the kids are around all the time, and I thought you might not like that.”

  “Thanks, I might need that in the future.”

  “I’m going to go back to my office, so let me know if you need any help with anything else,” I said as I started to walk down the hallway.

  “Girl, you are fucking him, aren’t you,” I heard Patrick said when I was at the stairs.

  I couldn’t help smiling at the idea. No, we wouldn’t be doing anything like that. But I’d thought about it a few times already and could tell Summer was going to be on my mind often. I’d never been so attracted to a high maintenance sort of woman like Summer. I’d also never had to live with such a beautiful woman since my wife.

  There was a general uneasiness I felt around Summer. It had nothing to do with her, though. She was a very easy person to feel comfortable around. I didn’t trust myself around her. There was this primal urge building when she was near, and I barely felt like I had control over it.

  I sequestered myself in my office for the rest of the afternoon until I heard Summer in the kitchen making a bunch of noise. As I came around the corner, I saw her looking stunning as the afternoon light shone in against her white T-shirt, and of course, she still had on a pair of her hi-heels.

  “Can I help you find anything?”

  “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to make so much noise. I was just trying to make a sandwich, but your fridge is the size of Mount Everest.”

  “It is probably a little large,” I admitted as we stood in front of the industrial sized refrigerator.

  “You really do need to throw some of this out. Half of this food will probably kill you.” She laughed as she pulled out a box of takeout that was clearly some sort of biology experiment now.

  “I’m not the best at cleaning that out. You can throw away anything that looks like that. In fact, you can do whatever you’d like with the fridge. I’m hardly here, so I’ll leave you a card for groceries and stuff like that.”

  “Sounds good. One of the days after dropping the kids off, I’ll shop. I’m not the best at it, yet, but I’ll get some fresh fruit, vegetables, lunch meat, and that sort of thing.”

  Summer started handing food to me so I could throw it away, and suddenly we were cleaning out the entire refrigerator. She kept her heels on the entire time as she started at the top shelf and moved her way down to the very bottom.

  “Oh, keep that.” I laughed at the one can of beer in the fridge.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a guy only have one can of beer in his refrigerator.”

  “I’m not opposed to you picking up more,” I said with a laugh. “I just hate drinking alone.”

  “What about this?” Summer held up an enormous size hot sauce container. “Does your tongue even have taste buds anymore?”

  Summer went to hand me the giant bottle, slipped in her heels and fell right into me. The bottle of hot sauce tumbled to the ground, but I stopped Summer from falling. My arms wrapped around her, and I felt her breasts as they pushed up against my body.

  Instantly, I hardened from the touch of her body. It was a natural manly response that I was unable to stop. As Summer grabbed the counter to push herself away from me, her hand gently pressed past me and against my raging hard body. There was no denying she felt how excited I was, but I just helped her up and tried to pretend like nothing had happened.

  “Sorry,” I said more in reference to her falling and not my bodily reaction to her.

  “I should probably not wear these in here, but I don’t have any other shoes but tennis shoes with me.” She laughed.

  “In all those boxes and suitcases, you don’t have any other shoes?” I asked in genuine surprise.

  “I brought my workout clothes and tennis shoes but not sandals or flats.”

  “I have a feeling you’re going to make full use of that walk in closet.” I laughed. “But yeah, maybe tennis shoes would be better.”

  I grabbed the hot sauce container from the floor that luckily hadn’t broken. As I handed it back to Summer and she set it in the fridge, our hands touched, and again I felt the electricity between us. This was going to be one hell of a time with her around.

  “I’m going to make a sandwich, do you want one?” Summer asked as she pulled her hand away.

  “Sure, I’ll be in my office; just bring it in when you’re done.”

  “No problem.”

  As much as I would have liked to stay in the kitchen with Summer, my raging body needed to step away, and I was looking forward to seeing comfort in my office. Summer hadn’t been flirting, and neither had I, yet I couldn’t hold back my body and how badly I wanted this girl.

  A few minutes later as she walked in with a sandwich on a plate, I stayed seated. I still hadn’t calmed down as she leaned over and placed the plate on my desk.

  “Anything else?”

  “Nope, I’m good. See you in a few minutes, and we can go get the kids.”

  “See you in a few minutes,” she said as she turned around and her ass swayed back and forth as she walked out of my office.

  How was I going to survive this girl?

  Chapter 7

  Summer

  I felt him; I definitely felt his body hard for me when he caught me in the kitchen. It wasn’t his hand or his leg, it was his desire for me; there was no doubt about it. I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me.

  When we went to pick up the kids, I couldn’t stop smiling as I glanced down at his lap and tried to see if he was still hard for me. There didn’t appear to be any evidence of him still wanting me.<
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  My mind was a whirl as I thought about what things could be like with this delicious man. Tyler had it all. He was smart, sexy as hell, and a great father. I hadn’t found anything wrong with him, and normally I found something wrong with pretty much everyone. Yet, I didn’t feel the vibe from him that he wanted to move things forward. Despite his obvious bodily reaction, Tyler was keeping his distance.

  We drove in relative silence and got into the line to pick up the kids. It all felt like old hat after being there in the morning, but as we pulled up to the front, the kids weren’t out there.

  “So this is where it gets tricky,” Tyler said with a smile. “If the kids aren’t here, or just one of them, you’ve got to drive around again and get back into the line.”

  “Do they know to wait for me?”

  “Yep, they will wait until you come back around. It’s a normal process. You just can’t be stopped up front.”

  “Where was it that I could park if I want to go get them?”

  “That parking lot around to the side. If you think it will be easier, you could park there. It’s just really hard to get out once you’re in there.”

  I nodded my head in understanding as we went back around and got in line again. Tyler was an old pro, though, and he had us back to the front of the line in no time, and both the kids were there waiting this time.

  On the drive home, Faith and Thomas were super chatty, and I could hardly keep what they were saying organized. They wouldn’t even finish what was being said before they continued with the next thing. It was as if they were all hyped up on sugar or something.

  “Are they like this all the time after school?” I asked Tyler as he turned up the music so the kids could listen to it and not talk for a little bit.

  “Yep, normally they have soccer, dance, or music lessons, so that helps get some of the energy out. But today, we are just going to go home, and we can all make dinner together.”

  “Sounds like a good plan.”

  I was looking forward to getting to know the kids a little better and liked that Tyler was going to stay around. Even just a little more time with him around was going to be helpful. My nerves were getting the best of me after the whole mud thing the other day.