And then I hear a sound at the door and it swings open.
I’m greeted by a charming eight year old boy and almost instantly I know this interview isn’t going to be as scary as I feared.
“Are you my new nanny?” he says.
I laugh and bend down to his level.
“That depends,” I say. “Is your name Brady Eastwood?”
He nods and grabs my hand, leading me into a truly spectacular apartment. The entire space is wide open, with fabulous décor at every turn. The lights are crystal chandeliers. The furniture is straight out of a designer magazine. It reminds me of photos I’ve seen of royal palaces. I can’t believe I’m somewhere so fancy.
“Dad,” Brady calls. “She’s here. She’s here.”
I let out a little laugh at Brady’s enthusiasm and then see that he’s leading me to some seats and a little table where the most beautiful refreshments are waiting. There’s a china coffee pot with matching cups and saucers. I see steam swirling up from the pot and wonder who prepared the coffee if there’s no one home but Brady and his dad. There are also fancy french cookies, all sorts of flavors, and a cake that looks like real flowers have been stuck on to it but as I get closer I see they’re made of frosting.
“Oh wow, this looks delicious,” I say.
“I ordered it,” Brady says proudly as he sits down next to me on the sofa.
“Your apartment is absolutely beautiful,” I say to Brady, still taking in all the beauty.
“Well, we had a decorator pick everything out. Me and my dad didn’t really know where to start when we moved in.”
“Your decorator did a good job.”
“Apparently we need a woman’s touch,” Brady says.
“Oh, is that so?”
“That’s what they tell us,” he says. “That’s what my dad says, at least.”
“And do you agree?”
Brady thinks about it for a second and then nods his head. “My friends’ moms are pretty nice.”
I nod my head. “You’re a smart boy, Brady. Women are good at a lot of things and I’m sure you’ll like having one in your life.”
He takes my hand in his and I pull him closer.
“You want a cookie?” he says.
“I think I should wait for your dad, don’t you?”
“He’s late for everything.”
We both jump when we hear a man’s deep voice from behind us.
“Oh really? Late for everything? And you’d have nothing to do with that I suppose?”
Brady laughs.
“This is my dad,” he says.
I turn to get my first view of the man I’m about to ask to hire me. When I see him, he literally takes my breath away.
“Oh god,” I whisper, luckily too quiet for anyone to hear me.
Wes Eastwood is not what you expect when someone says you’re about to meet a single dad who works on Wall Street. In my mind I’d pictured the geeky kind. Maybe a pair of slacks and a baggy shirt. Some glasses. A receding hair line.
Wes is nothing like that. He looks like a freaking Calvin Klein model. His arms are muscular and built, his chest is broad and through his perfectly tailored dress shirt, I can see he’s muscular and has perfect abs. His face is handsome, with a chiseled jawline and piercing eyes.
My heart pounds in my chest as I look at him and I feel my body fill up with lust and desire.
Something must be going on with my body because I keep finding myself craving the touch of every hot guy I see.
Wes is different though. He’s not just another hot guy, he’s fucking stunning. I want him to take me in his arms and hold me forever. I don’t just want to be his nanny, I want to be his everything. I want him to take me into his bedroom and strip me naked.
My mind rushes through a million naughty thoughts as I stand speechless in front of him. I want him to be my first. I want to lose my virginity to this man. Not the man from the bar. I want Wes’s cock to be the first cock ever to pass the virgin lips of my pussy. I want his cum to be the first to ever flow into my body. I want to taste him. I want to bring pleasure to him. I want him to cry out my name in the heat of orgasm.
“Cherri?”
“Yes. Yes, sir,” I stammer, recovering from my reverie.
“Please, call me Wes.”
“Wes,” I say, shyly.
He sits down in the chair facing me and starts pouring two cups of coffee.
“Sorry,” he says when he realizes he hasn’t asked me if I’d like some. “Would you like a cup?”
“Definitely?”
“Cream or sugar?”
“Just black,” I say.
He nods. “That’s how I take it too.”
“Well, that’s a good start,” I say, “something in common.”
“Yes,” he says, laughing.
He looks into my eyes, then looks at Brady who’s obviously very comfortable with me already.
“I can see you two are getting along.”
“We are,” Brady says.
“You get on well with children?” Wes asks me.
“Sure I do. I was a single child, but I’ve never had trouble relating to kids.”
“And how old are you?”
“I’m nineteen.”
“And you work in the city or study?”
“Work. Well, I was working, as a waitress, until I got fired.”
“And what did you get fired for?”
“For losing my temper with my boss,” I say.
“Nice to see you’re honest.”
“And not willing to put up with unreasonable crap,” I add. “He was inappropriate and I called him out on it.”
Wes smiles. “Good, I like that. I hope I don’t give you any reason to be calling me out.”
“Oh, no. I’m sure you wouldn’t.”
“Brady might,” Wes says.
I laugh. There’s something so seductive about this man. He’s so … confident. So sure of himself. I can tell just by being in the same room as him why he’s been so successful. It’s like he knows exactly what he wants to say, and exactly what I’m going to say, before I even say it.
He’s mesmerizing!
When he looks at me, I feel as if he’s looking right into my soul.
“If Brady and I have any troubles, I’m quite sure we’d be able to work them out I say.”
Wes hands me my coffee and leans back in his seat, drinking me in with his eyes. The way he looks at me is so seductive. I feel my pussy quivering with desire under his gaze. He has a power over me that I’ve never felt before. I’ve never been with a man like this. If he told me to go into his bedroom and wait for him, I’d obey him. No kidding. He just has that instant power over me.
“I think you’d make a great fit for us, Cherri.”
“I do too,” I blurt out.
“I mean, it would take us a little time to get used to a woman’s presence. Neither I nor Brady have lived with a woman in a very long time and I’m sure we’ve grown a little rough around the edges.”
“I’m sure I could smoothen you right out,” I say, then blush when I realize how forward that must have sounded.
“I have no doubt,” Wes says. “I trust you don’t have a problem with my human resources manager doing a background check on you? I’ve been ordered by a court to give Brady more of a female influence in his life, and one of their requirements is that I properly vet any nanny I hire.”
“Oh, I don’t mind. I’ve never been in any trouble or anything.”
“That’s good to hear,” Wes says. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t mind.”
“Not at all,” I say.
Wes gets to his feet and walks over to me. He gives me his hand and I reach up and shake it.
His touch is like electricity.
“Does this mean she’s my new nanny?” Brady squeals in joy.
Wes and I burst out laughing.
“Yes, buddy. Do you like her?”
“I love her,” Brady cries.
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Chapter 13
Cherri
That night, alone in my apartment, my mind wanders over the events of the day. The highlight was definitely meeting Wes. He’s like my ultimate fantasy. My ultimate wet dream.
I pour myself a glass of wine and dial Kelsey’s number.
“So, how did it go?” she asks.
“It went great.”
“Is he as hot as Mr. Wilson?”
“Hotter,” I say, giggling.
“Oh, come on. You’ve never met Mr. Wilson.”
“Well, you’ve never met Wes Eastwood.”
“Wes, that’s a cute name.”
“It’s nothing compared to the man it belongs to, Kelsey. Believe me, this guy is like your ultimate fantasy.”
“Oh, sure.”
“Really. And he’s single too.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Go ahead, google him. He’s pretty famous.”
I wait while Kelsey types Wes’s name into her computer. When I hear her scream in excitement, I know she’s found the right guy.
“That’s right,” I say. “That’s my new employer.”
“You’re getting paid to hang out with that?” she cries.
“I sure am.”
“Holy crap, girl. You weren’t kidding. How is that man single?”
“I have no idea, but I’m not complaining. Not that I’m intending on anything happening.”
“Oh, believe me. If he’s single, something’s happening.”
“Not necessarily. Not all guys make a move on their nanny.”
“When they look like you, they do.”
“Now you’re just flattering me.”
Kelsey laughs, then I hear her doorbell ring.
“Girl, I gotta run,” she says. “That’s my date.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you had a date.”
“Well, you don’t know everything about me.”
“But I do know you’re a virgin,” I say, laughing before hanging up.
My phone buzzes with a text from Kelsey.
“That’s a secret,” she says.
“Your secret’s safe with me,” I text back.
I look out the window at the beautiful city view. I love living in Manhattan, and the view at night is one of my favorite things about it. It’s not cheap, but all those lights go a long ways in making up for the high rents. I take a sip of my wine and lean my forehead against the glass. I wonder what it would be like to live in a building like the Avalon. I had a little tour of the apartment after the interview. That apartment is like a luxury hotel. There was a swimming pool. A guest quarters complete with it’s own spa and dressing room. There was another pool out on the balcony, as well as a hot tub. I honestly never knew there were places like that in the world.
I’m sitting on the windowsill. It’s my favorite nook. I sit here all the time. In the mornings I sip coffee and flick through magazines. In the evenings I sip wine and look at the city skyline.
My mind wanders to my grandfather and the surgery he needs, and I think back on that auction website before pushing it from my mind. There’s no point even thinking a thing like that.
Both Kelsey and I had filled out profiles, but I was sure it would go nowhere. I mean, I still wasn’t even sure it was a real thing and not just some silly joke website.
Besides, I had a job now.
A job working for Wes. He’s a guy a girl could seriously fall for. I already know it won’t be long before I’m completely in love with him. It’s a terrible idea, a recipe for heartache, because there’s no way that high-powered billionaire is going to fall for his nanny.
I sigh.
I’m going to spend my days looking after Wes’s kid, and I’m going to spend my nights fantasizing about him.
I picture his face, his lush, full lips and deep, intense eyes. I picture his perfect hair, his strong jaw and sexy stubble. I imagine the chest and ab muscles that I know were under his shirt. What would it be like if he took off that shirt? What if he’d told me to go into his bedroom so that he could complete the interview more thoroughly?
I’d have done anything he asked.
I’d have waited for him, naked in his bed, with a blindfold on, putting myself completely at his mercy.
In real life I’m such a control freak, but in my fantasies I just want to give up all control, all power, to this sexy beast of a man.
I want him to strip me naked and chain my wrists and ankles to the four posts of his bed. I want him to put his head between my thighs, where no man’s mouth has ever been, and slide his tongue between the lips of my quivering, desperate pussy. I want his tongue inside me. I want his lips sucking on my clit. I want to feel his lips kissing my navel, kissing my nipples, breathing in the fragrance of my perfume on my neck.
Then I want him to rise up over me and put his cock in front of my mouth.
“Suck it,” he’d say.
And I’d open my mouth and let his delicious tip slide between my lips and rest on my tongue. It would be the first time I tasted a man’s cock, and oh, what a perfect man to give my first time to.
I’d open my mouth and let him slide his cock all the way into my throat. He could slide it back and forth along my tongue until the pleasure brought him right over the edge. His cum would spill into my mouth and I’d swallow every last drop.
Then he’d kiss my mouth, tasting himself on my lips, knowing that I was his and that he could do whatever he wanted with me.
“You’re a virgin,” he’d say and I’d nod.
“By my first,” I’d say.
He’d lower his body down over mine, pressing his naked flesh against mine, and his cock would stiffen between my thighs. The heat of my pussy, the wetness between my lips, would tempt his cock into me, and the moment his cock entered me, I’d cry out his name. He’d cry out mine too, because he’d know how much this meant to me. It would mean the world to both of us.
He’d fuck me slowly and gently, and when he came, he’d look right into my eyes.
I’ve been touching myself as I think all this. My pussy is soaking with desire as I lean against the window, completely oblivious to whether or not anyone in the street below can see what I’m doing.
As I picture Wes cumming inside me, I climax, and the orgasm rushes through me so deliciously that I really do moan his name.
“Wes,” I moan. “Wes, I’m yours now. You’ve claimed me. You’ve claimed my first, and from now on I can only be yours.”
Chapter 14
Wes
“What’s the plan for today, dad?”
“It’s Saturday, kiddo. Whatever you want.”
“I want to go to the park.”
“The park? We can do that.”
“And will Cherri be coming with us?”
“Well, she doesn’t come over on weekends. She’s going to be helping us during the week. She starts on Monday.”
“Oh,” Brady says.
He looks crestfallen, like I just gave him very sad news.
“What’s wrong, buddy?”
“I thought she was going to be coming with us to the park.”
“But her job is the help you get to school. Help you get picked up. Help out when I’m at work. I don’t work on the weekend.”
“Yeah, but what’s the point in her coming over all the time when I’m at school? I’ll never see her.”
“You want to see her?”
“Of course I do.”
“Because she’s so pretty?”
Brady blushes bright pink and throws a cushion at me.
“No!”
“If you think she’s pretty that’s okay,” I tease.
“You’re the one who thinks she’s pretty,” he says back at me, jumping into my lap.
“Me?”
“Yes, you.”
I start tickling him and he struggles to get out of my grip.
“How about this? I’ll give Cherri a call and see if she can come to the park with us. If she says y
es, we’ll all go together.”
“Yay!” he cries.
“Now, turn off those cartoons and get yourself into the kitchen. It’s time for breakfast.”
I make Brady some breakfast then go to my room to get my phone.
“Hello? Cherri?”
“Mr. Eastwood, is everything okay?”
“Yes, everything’s fine.”
“Was I supposed to come in today? They told me to start Monday morning.”
“No, that’s correct. I told them weekdays.”
“Oh.”
“But Brady and I were just talking, and we wondered if you’d be available to start a little early.”
“How early?”
“Like today?”
She lets out a little laugh and I feel myself getting excited at the prospect of her saying yes. It’s a strange feeling. It’s been a very long time since I got excited about spending time with a woman. A girl, really. She’s so young.
But I can’t deny the feeling of anticipation.
“I think I could swing that, Mr. Eastwood. You want me to come there?”
“Sure, or we could pick you up. We were planning on going to the park.”
“Central Park?”
“Yeah. It’s something we like to do when the weather’s nice like this.”
“That sounds great,” she says.
“Okay, text me your address and we’ll pick you up in an hour.”
The next few hours are like a dream. We swing by and pick up Cherri from her place, and I can tell she’s excited to be with us. The driver lets us off at the park and we take a little stroll in the sunshine. Brady’s so happy. I can see the logic of the court wanting to make sure there was a woman in his life. He’s always a good kid, but today he’s even better. He’s chattier. He laughs more. With a girl, everything just feels like it’s more fun and more natural.
We get ice creams by the pond and I buy some bird seed for Brady to throw to the pigeons.
He runs off, leaving Cherri and me to sit on the bench and look out over the water.
“I’m really having a nice day,” she says.
I look into her eyes and am surprised by the strength of the attraction I feel for her. It’s crazy. I would usually never allow myself to think about an employee in this way, but whatever it is about Cherri, it forces me to break my own rules for myself. I picture what it would be like to strip her naked. To take her out of each piece of clothing, slowly, and look at her beautiful body in all its glory. I imagine running my hands over her smooth, perfect skin. I can imagine perfectly the sensation of her breasts as I squeeze them in my hands, my fingers brushing lightly over her nipples. I can almost taste the sweetness of that first kiss.
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