The Biker's Nanny

“Fine. Fine. Just so we’re on the same page.”

“We are. I swear. If you consider me, I’ll take good care of your little girl.”

He tried to get comfortable with Bethany in his arms and read the references, but it wasn’t working. “Are you good to take her while I read through these?”

“Certainly.” Jasmine took Bethany, turning her so that the little girl’s back was to her chest. Her arm was across her stomach and Bethany gave a little giggle, content to sit on her lap.

He watched them for a few minutes.

Jasmine looked so calm with his daughter. She held her hand out and Bethany grasped her fingers, squeezing them and tugging at them as if they were sausages or something.

Looking away, he checked out her references and saw a couple of the names he recognized from around town. Wealthy families with lots of kids. They had glowing reports, and he read a brief description. She’d been taking care of children from babies through to eighteen where not only did she help them with their extracurricular activities, she helped with study class and college applications.

He needed someone like her to look after his little girl.

She was too busy concentrating on his daughter, not giving his club the time of day. The boys were watching her. They were like a pack of hungry wolves, ready to devour their prey. He had a feeling there was way more to Jasmine than met the eye.

“How about we take this into my office?” he asked.

“Sure. Bethany’s coming too?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent.”

She looked good with a kid in her arms.

Why was he thinking about her and kids like that? He had to get his head on straight.

He took the lead, showing her through to his office. Glancing behind her, he saw several of the guys holding their dicks. He couldn’t believe some of them were supposed to be full-grown men and were acting like immature children.

Closing the door, he took a seat behind his desk as she sat on the opposite side. If he took her as his nanny, she’d be at his home, around him all the time, and he wouldn’t be able to touch her.

Fuck.

His luck wasn’t with him today.

****

Jasmine wanted the job.

She didn’t want the job.

When she’d parked up outside of the Satan’s Rulers MC clubhouse she figured it was a big old coincidence.

She should have known better.

Luck was never on her side, and looking at the man now, there was no way she’d be able to actually live her fantasy. She’d only met him a few hours ago, but she’d found herself daydreaming about him anyway.

“You’re good with kids. Good with her.”

“I hope you believe me when I say I didn’t have a clue that you were you and that I’d be meeting you this afternoon.”

He held his hand up. “No problem. I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t catch your first name that the woman told me over the phone.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, it was just one of those things. Meeting at the grocery store. You helped me out a lot today already. I would understand if you don’t want to proceed with this interview.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to proceed?” she asked.

“The club.” He tapped his patch.

“Your club has nothing to do with taking care of a little girl.”

“Being at my place you’re going to see a lot of club brothers there. We do business there and here at the club.”

“Will it be dangerous?”

“I try not to let my professional life touch my private life.”

That wasn’t exactly an answer, but she got the general gist. He couldn’t guarantee it wouldn’t hit at his home, but he did everything to make sure it didn’t. She’d heard plenty around town about the Satan’s Rulers MC. They liked to party hard. Several of the places had been torn up pretty bad because of their hard partying. Fights breaking out, brawls, arguments, and then just plain vandalism.

Spending most of her time around kids, she’d not seen any of it in person.

Bethany snuggled in and, glancing down at the young child, Jasmine saw she was going to sleep.

“You really don’t have any children of your own?”

“No, I don’t. Erm, I would still like to be considered for the position.”

“You’re the only one that has agreed to a meeting.”

“I am?”

“Yes, I’ve had three people lined up before you, and all three of them cancelled even before they got through the door.”

“Wow, I’m sure it had nothing to do with your club.”

“It has everything to do with my club, but I’m not offended. I know this place isn’t for everyone, and that’s their loss. I’m not going to change for her. She’ll live with being a biker’s daughter. Simple as.”

“So, what are the arrangements you’re hoping for?” she asked.

“A live-in position. That part is not negotiable. If you’re requiring any vacations or days off, I will need to be notified in advance. I will also need to know of any boyfriends or friends you want hanging around.”