Sydney (Babysitter’s Club 2)

So the no fault divorce filing was a done deal, she just didn’t know it yet. And contrary to what some may believe a man or woman does not need their spouse’s approval to get a divorce, that’s bunk.

Now all I have to decide is if it’s worth it to go after Sydney, or if it’s too close to home. There’s obviously a story there somewhere, but what that story is I don’t know.

What I do know is that I find her body attractive, enough that I’d spent the last hour or so while she’d been down by the pool watching her.

She’d been able to distract me from my work, something that only my children have been able to do in years. And what’s more she’d agitated my gut and my senses.

As a man who’s always prided myself on following my gut, I’m afraid I have no choice now but to see where this thing leads, if anywhere. But there are some roadblocks even if only in my mind.

First I don’t know her, never heard of her before she showed up for the interview. At the time I trusted Claudia for lack of a better word, because she was being hired to look after the children and only a monster would fuck that up.

When I vetted her I was only looking at her credentials as far as her babysitting duties go, but what kind of woman was she? There’s surely a vast difference between hiring someone to look after my children and courting someone for my bed.

And then again maybe I shouldn’t start this shit. Fucking your kids’ babysitter probably isn’t the brightest idea, but damn. She was pushing all the right buttons and that’s not an easy task.

I watched her now as she played with the girls, saw the way she seemed genuinely attentive. At least that was one thing she had going for her. If she got Courtney to accept her this soon then she must be doing something right.

My younger daughter by two minutes is tough as nails, just like her father. She seems to have an uncanny knack when it comes to reading people and has never been shy about making her dislike known.

Now I watched as she passed her favorite doll to Sydney and in her bossy way ordered her to change the doll’s outfit. I like that Sydney corrected her behavior instead of letting the little diva get away with acting like a brat.

I liked even more that Courtney, after giving it some thought, obeyed her elder. For a while it was as if I weren’t even in the room. The three of them carried on playing with each other, leaving me to my own thoughts.

That may not have been the best thing, since it left me free to wander aimlessly in the dark recesses of my mind. It’s been a while since I imagined doing to a woman the things I wanted to with this girl.

But her body just seemed to invoke that in me. There was no emotion involved in any of the scenarios playing through my head, how could there be? We just met after all.

So it was lust, pure unadulterated lust that was pushing me towards a decision. Lust that was tempting me to throw caution to the wind and say fuck it.

The little short dress that fitted her ass and cupped her tits that were obviously untethered by a bra wasn’t helping matters at all. In fact I’d say it was part of the problem.

She dresses like someone who’s running hot and cold. One minute it’s the overtly sexy and the next she’s dressed down, closer to somebody’s maiden aunt. Almost like a game of cat and mouse.

Is she teasing me, is that it? Or is she just that innocent and have no idea what she’s doing to me? I almost wish Claudia was here to see if she’d act the same way.

Would she have worn that nightgown last night if the woman she thought was my wife was in residence? I hate fucking games and this feels like a game to me.

The hard part is that I have no idea what game it is, and what the rules are. That shouldn’t be too much of a problem though, I never play a game that I can’t win. And I damn sure never walk into anything with my eyes closed.

So I’ll go with my instinct and watch. There are ways to test her without showing my hand. But I’d much rather she make the first move. Unless she’s afraid to because she thinks I’m still married.

What a fucking dilemma. If she goes after a married man I’d lose all respect for her… I think. But if she doesn’t and I’m the one left doing the chasing, what would she think of me?