“It’s ok. I’ll do all the work, you can just lie there.”
“What is wrong with you?” She hisses before she takes a step back.
I grin and cross my arms over my chest, gloating. That’s right princess, this point goes to me, you took the step back.
She must realize she lost that round because her shoulders go back and she lifts her chin and takes a brave step right back, almost up against me. “You listen up, this is not my first rodeo and…”
“Now see, me playing a cowboy and you riding a rodeo bull, I can get behind that. Keep going with your John Wayne fantasy, baby.”
I know I’m being an asshole but she’s making it so much fun. Also, I am an asshole. That’s just a fact if you ask anyone. Except Mum.
“You are far from the first athlete who’s come onto me and,” she pauses her rant and catches herself, beating me to my punchline, “do not make a joke about coming on me now!”
“Dirty,” I hiss. For which I get a stab in the chest with one of her stereotypical light pink manicured nails.
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That brings a dark smile to my face. I’m happy to be manhandled by the New Nanny during her short stay here in the UK. More than happy. That’s gotten rid of at least a handful of previous nannies. The condom isn’t even off and they’ve grown feelings and within 24 hours they’re all packed up and crying their ways back home. It isn’t like I didn’t warn them.
Bottom line is, no new nanny is welcome here.
“You’re not special and it’s not going to work. I’m not quitting. So give it up.”
She’s taken her finger back from my chest, pity, and both hands are back on her hips as she glares at me like I’m a piece of gum on the bottom of her shoe. I’ve been called worse.
“I don’t ever give up, love,” I smirk back at her.
“Yeah?” She recoils with surprise and proudly states to the room, “That’s not what I hear.”
Both Matty and Jack let out a collective “ooooooooo” from behind us. Those two eejits are still apparently here, I hadn’t noticed.
“I’m in for 50 pounds, Bahrain,” Matty says to Jack.
“Mmm, she’s got fire. I’ll say 50 pounds by Baku.” Jack answers him back.
New Nanny swings out from in front of me to my side to confront the two clowns behind us. “What are you two doing? Are you taking bets on when I will quit?” She seems surprised by our juvenile ritual.
“Aye,” I confirm for her. Better she finds out now that there are no friends here, no one to trust in the world’s most expensive traveling circus known as F1. I nod to the only two people who come close to being trustworthy and that’s probably a step too far since both are here because I’m paying them, “I’ll split ya both and say 50 pounds by China.”
“You’re all children,” she shakes her head at them. “And you’re disgusting and dripping sweat on me!” She shakes off her blouse where apparently some drops of my toxicity have touched her delicate, unspoiled skin.
“Love, when I get you all hot and sweaty, you won’t be protesting,” I smirk and give her a little wink.
New Nanny eases a step backward to take all three of us crass assholes in and shakes her head, “Well suckers, you’re all going to lose. I’m here to stay. What’s the last race of the year?”
“Abu Dhabi,” Jack helpfully educates her.
“Great. I’m in. 50 bucks on Abu Dhabi.” She crosses her arms over her chest and I pretend not to notice that it pushes her cleavage up even more when she does it.
Not one to let a statement go by without fact-checking it, Matty taunts her more, “You realize with the conversion rate that’s more like 62 US dollars.”
“Perfect,” she snaps back and I chuckle because this is going to be fun.
New Nanny stands back tall and claps her hands, “Well gentleman, this has been delightful. I will see you in Australia.”
And with that, she turns and makes her way to exit the gym, shoulders back and doing her best to stride with confidence.
“I enjoy the view of you leaving, New Nanny!” I call to her because I need to get the last word in. Also because that ass is on fire. She raises an arm without looking back and flips me the bird.