Nanny with Benefits

The commute to work was filled with music from the radio. I found a station with feel-good music that matched my contented mood. Fuck, I was going to have sex with a virgin, with the woman of my dreams who knew how to cook, clean, be a mother figure to my daughter, and was as beautiful as they came. I had never thought it would be possible to like someone this much ever again. It was like the universe was giving me a second chance.

I went into work with a skip in my step. Nothing would change my mood. Chan could ring up and pull out of his contract and it wouldn’t faze me in the slightest. I was going to be with Karly tonight, and nothing else mattered to me at all. I was going to take her virginity with passion and domination, and she would never forget her first time. I would make sure of it.

“Mr. Jacobs, Mr. Belford is urgent to speak with you on line one. He said if Chan’s in, then he’s in. He wants to double what Chan’s doing, whatever that might be.”

I grinned like the Cheshire Cat. “Thank you, Rhonda. Patch him through.” Could this perfect day have gotten any more perfect?

I put on my negotiation voice even though the deal was sealed before I said a word. Jack Belford didn’t care about the ins and outs of the contract. He just wanted to outdo the big guys to ensure his spot as the biggest guy. It was all about the money and the status of being seen among the most famous and rich. All the rich guys who came to us wanted to be attached to other rich people. It was the status quo. It created the domino effect that had made my company snowball seemingly overnight.

“Jack, my man, how are you on this more-than-gorgeous day?” I asked.

“I want in. Whatever Chan’s having, give me double.”

“You sound like you’re ordering coffee,” I teased.

“Best damn coffee I’ll ever order,” he said, his enthusiasm oozing into his words. He was as happy as a pig in a pen. A mud-filled, food-filled pen.

“I’ll have Rhonda email the information to you. Then you can sign it.”

“I’m extremely happy to be on board. You’ll keep me in the loop about Chan, won’t you?”

“Of course. I’ll have Derringer send you the intel on a weekly basis. Or is biweekly better?”

“You know I never read that crap. Just keep me doubled on whatever Chan does. Get Derringer to keep a monthly tab so I can stay in the know.”

“Done. Is there anything else you need from me?” I asked.

“I heard Chan got strippers, so a mail-order bride would be nice. I’m thinking Swiss or Brazilian,” he added jokingly.

I laughed at his words. He was a happy man, and I was glad to do business with him. “I hear Swedish women are extremely good. They like kinky.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Yep. Oh, and some of those French women can get really nasty behind closed doors, I hear.”

“Oh, wow. I like nasty. I’ll have to look up some videos now and check that out. Have a brilliant day, Jacobs.”

I laughed at his words. It was always fun to talk with him. “Yes, you too. If you need anything at all, call me.”

“I will. But I’m gonna get me a wife soon. Someone nasty!”

He hung up, and my face had a permanent smile stuck on it. It was my luckiest day. I would be able to be with Karly, and my dick was already there, ready to play the game. It would be one of the most memorable nights I’d ever had.

I tried to focus on my data research. It was something I needed to get on top of because the figures mattered, and although some of my guys could understand it, they had a hard time translating it into the future possibility that would help the scope of the company.

As my eyes perused the figures, I tried to take notes and make some expressions of it on paper, but it was useless. I couldn’t concentrate. Karly was on my mind. I could picture of her, her smell, her eyes, her curvaceous body, that pale pink, breast-hugging sweater. God, I was infatuated with her. If I closed my eyes, I could see her face. She was biting her bottom lip and curling a strand of dark hair around her ear, baring her neck and making me hard.

The day flew by, and my productivity was shocking. I really didn’t get much done at all, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was tonight. I could work on stuff another day. I had plenty of time, and my clients were all extremely happy.

***

“Good night, Alexis. Dada loves you.”

“Me and Clara love you too. That was a good story Karly said to me. That ant was gonna always get lost. His family should’ve left a big flag out to help him.”