He’d probably laugh at me if he ever knew the truth. He’s older. More sophisticated. I’m sure he has no need for a senseless stupid girl who works for him.
Not that I’m stupid, but I’m sure Smith gets tons of women throwing themselves at him daily.
He is definitely the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. With big strong hands that I’d love to have wrapped all around me, keeping me safe, and turning me on in the most sensual of ways.
I flip on the TV once Carter’s asleep, looking for the distraction when I grab my phone, wondering what I should text Smith.
Wondering if I should even text him. It’s harmless really. I need to let him know everything is safe and sound here so he doesn’t worry.
Once I’ve convinced myself that’s all I’m doing I grab my phone, and text him to let him know Carter’s in bed.
Two
Smith
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"Getting all snuggled up."
It's innocent texts like these from Bree that get me all riled up. I shouldn't be getting turned on, but it's kind of hard not to, no pun intended, when the sender is a wet dream personified.
"All warm and cozy." Another text brightens my phone, and I try my hardest to kill the fantasies of Bree, snuggling up next to me, after she sucks my dick with her plump red lips.
What is wrong with me?
She's my son's nanny, for fuck's sake. And worse, she's nineteen.
But she’s also gorgeous.
Roger Canton, Acquisitions VP, oblivious to what I'm really thinking about, drones on and on about an upcoming merger. It's more of a hostile takeover, but merger sounds more appealing. Especially, to the motherfucker whose company I'm taking right out from under his Ferragamo clad feet.
I'm trying to focus, but it's hard to concentrate when I have a hot-as-fuck nanny at home...snuggling.
"Victory!" she texts again. "You can tell me how great I am later."
Oh, I'd love to tell her a lot of things later. The texts coming in are that she's putting my son, Carter, to sleep, but for some reason, I can't stop my overworked mind from going in the sex direction with her. It's been like this for five months.
I never should've hired her. But, when my ex-wife flitted away to travel Europe with her new boyfriend, leaving our four-year-old with me, I needed to hire someone who could help me take care of him. I'd like to think my desperation clouded my judgement, and not the curves or clear blue eyes of the Lolita that showed up at the interview with a bewitching smile.
I'd fire her, just to remove the temptation, but she's fucking great with Carter. It's almost domesticated when I come home from work and they're sprawled out on the living room floor, laughing and playing a game.
I'd love some time off to play as well, but with my work schedule, it'll never happen. When your company is buying another company out, well, all dreams of fun and sunshine die in the corporate office I find myself imprisoned in.
My dick throbs with thoughts of her as I slide my phone in my pocket, and pretend to listen to Roger as he explains the contract that has kept me here late tonight.
"Is that the nanny?" Roger asks, lifting a brow.
"Her name is Bree."
"Her name is also a lawsuit waiting to happen."
He's not only my VP, he's also a long time friend, so he can be mildly intrusive. And annoying.
"I don't know what you mean," I reply, leaning back in my chair.
"What do you think I mean, Smith? You're a thirty-five year old billionaire, and you don't think she'd like a piece of that?"
I give him a hard stare. "I believe that concludes everything."
"There's thousands of women you can fuck." He pauses. "That one is trouble."
"I'll take your advice under consideration."
He's right, I have endless options. The ballerina with the new company that just opened up downtown was more than ready to slide my zipper down last night. But no instead, I'm obsessing about the nanny.
She's intelligent, and I actually enjoy talking to her.
I just want one night. One night to fuck the hell out of her. My dick hasn't seen action since my divorce. It's been a long time. A really long time.
I glance at my watch, then push away from my desk and stand. "It's late. Have Morgan draw up the final contract."
"I see it on your face." He nods, and rises. "Maybe you should consider another nanny for Carter.”
I cross to the wall of glass in my office and the only thing I see reflected on my face is day old scruff and annoyance in my brown eyes.
The city lights buzz with excitement, and I remember being out there, living in the moment. But, those days are long gone. Running this company, coupled with father responsibilities, don't leave much time for anything else.