Alyssa (Babysitter’s Club 1)

Junior was standing next to me breathing fire and I put my hand on his shoulder. Poor kid, he tries so hard to be a grownup and protect his little sister.

I squeezed his shoulder and smiled down at him when he looked up at me. “Hey kiddos, I was thinking, after homework and dinner why don’t we work on that obstacle course?”

“Yeahhhhh…”Chelsea got down off the bed with her daddy and came over to join her brother and I. Gage looked at me questioningly and I explained.

“It’s something they said they wanted to try so I picked up a kit online. I hope you don’t mind.”

“You bought my kids an obstacle course kit?” There was no censorship in his tone, more like surprise.

“Yeah it wasn’t that expensive, only like seventy bucks.”

“Why didn’t you take it out of the petty cash I left you?”

“Oh, because I didn’t tell you about it before hand.” And because you take care of everything so well I forgot it was even there.

He thought about it for a while, studying me as if he’d never seen me before. Then he stood from the bed and walked towards the door.

“Fine, but you remember to take it later. How about it kids? You want to play in the backyard later?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Yes dad.” He ruffled both their heads as he looked at me, still with that strange look on his face. “Okay then, I guess I’ll get dinner started.”

“I’ve already defrosted chicken for dinner, why don’t you help them with their homework while I take care of that?”

I wasn’t supposed to start my complete duties for another week, but I figured I needed the practice. His kitchen was about three times the size of ours at home and it took some getting used to.

I’ve never seen so many high tech gadgets in a kitchen before and didn’t want to look like a complete boob in front of him.

He nodded his agreement and headed down to his room telling the kids to get out of their uniforms and meet him in the kitchen in ten.

Oh dear, I thought he’d take them into the den to do their homework. How was I supposed to cook with all his hotness just feet away?

I helped the kids, well Chelsea anyway, get changed out of her school uniform and then headed down to the kitchen while they went in search of their father.

All while I was chopping and dicing to prepare dinner my mind kept going back to him telling his ex-wife that he could fuck me and there’s nothing she could do about it.

As if that wasn’t enough, once he came into the kitchen and sat at the little table in the breakfast nook, I kept feeling his eyes on me.

I thought it was just my imagination at first, but when I got up the nerve to look, sure enough his eyes met mine. I think I forgot how to breathe.

He was answering something one of the children said, but his eyes never left mine. My whole body went up in flames and I turned embarrassingly red.

But it was when his eyes travelled down the front of my soft cotton shirt to where my nipples were trying their best to burst through my bra that I almost dropped the knife on my foot.

Why was he doing this now? Was he as turned on by his own words as I was? It was obvious that something had changed, he’d never looked at me quite in that way before.

When he looked between my legs at my camel toe in the tight leggings I wore I felt my pussy seep. His nostrils flared and I had the insane thought that he could smell me. I didn’t know if to be mortified or excited.

He took pity on me and went back to the book he was helping his son understand, while his daughter worked out the math problem he’d just helped her with.

“Dinner’s ready.” My voice sounded tinny even to my own ears. And now I wanted him to go before I did something even more embarrassing. Of course he chose this evening to join us.

“Did you make enough for daddy too or is this kids only?” He gave me another one of those earth shattering smiles and I wondered not for the first time what kind of idiot his ex-wife had to be to give up someone like him.

Maybe she’d been lonely while he was on the road? Or maybe she was one of those women who had a high sex drive or something? Because as far as I can tell, it wasn’t due to any lack in him.

The man was perfect. At least if there was something wrong with him I had yet to find it. He was so attentive to his kids. Patient, kind, protective.