The Biker's Nanny

That was a lie.

He’d been totally into that, but seeing as he had a daughter and a club to deal with, fucking anything but a club whore wouldn’t work. He wasn’t after any commitments. Just easy sex where he didn’t even have to think about anything.

All it needed to be was mechanical.

Bethany gurgled, and he kissed the top of her head, not caring one bit what his club thought of him for showing affection to his girl.

“Boss, any idea what this woman looks like that’s coming to an interview?” Red asked.

“Nope. Not a chance. She’ll have an ID card. Clark, something Clark. I didn’t quite catch the first name,” he said.

“Look at that ass. Damn, I’d love to spread those juicy cheeks and show her just how good it would be to be fucked by me,” Brick said.

Several of his men looked out of the window, but the way he was sitting he couldn’t even catch a glimpse of the woman they were all staring at.

“Those tits, man, she could take a cock.”

“Don’t ever fall for a guy that speaks like that,” Hawk said, whispering against his daughter’s ear. “Use all of them to find out what you should or shouldn’t be looking for in a man.”

“Hawk, man, you may want to find a new nanny. This one has ‘fuck me’ all over her.”

“Behave. Casey, go and check her ID and make sure she’s the right woman,” Hawk said. “All of you, sit down and pretend to be human men and not fucking vultures.”

“Wait until you see her,” Red said. “You’re going to want to fuck her.”

Rolling his eyes, he saw a couple of the whores were looking at the door like they wanted to murder whoever came through.

He moved Bethany onto the other knee, and she started whimpering and he immediately placed her on the other. She tried to wriggle in his grasp. There was a carpeted area in his office that he put down for her but not in the main clubroom. Anything could be on the floor, and seeing as sleeping was a pastime at the moment, he didn’t intend to encourage his daughter to crawl through God knows what that decorated the floor. He paid a good company, but he knew for a fact there was only so much filth they could get up.

Forensics would have a field day with the floor.

“Hawk, your guest is here.” Casey walked over to him, taking a seat. He looked behind her and the woman his men had been panting and drooling over was none other than the cute blonde at the grocery store.

“Hawk?”

“Jasmine?”

“You two know each other?” Casey asked.

“Hardly,” Jasmine said. “I … I helped him grocery shop. This little one wouldn’t let him concentrate for a second.”

“You’re from the nanny agency.”

“Yes.” She showed him her ID and sure enough, Jasmine Clark. “I’ve also got several references for you to look at.” She handed him an envelope. “They’re all in there if you’d like to check them out.”

“Why don’t you take a seat?” he said, taking the envelope from her.

“I had no idea this was where I was going to be coming, otherwise I’d have done my interview at the grocery store.”

“Your agency only told me your name was Ms. Clark.”

“It’s Miss Clark. I’m no longer married, and Clark’s my maiden name. I dropped his after the divorce.” She ran her hands down her dress.

It was different from the one she wore at the store but no less feminine. This one enhanced her large tits and flared hips.

He was paying too much attention to her body and not to her references.

“Have you been a nanny for long?” Casey asked.

“Over five years now. I was a nanny in my early twenties for a few years, but once I married, I stopped and focused on him. After our divorce I went back to nannying, only there’ve been a few positions that don’t require a live-in, so I’ve gone to their house every day and taken care of their babies, then come home at the end of the day.”

“This position will be live-in,” Hawk said. “My hours are … random. I won’t be able to give you a schedule.”

“That’s fine. I can make arrangements to rent out my apartment. I offer a month’s notice to any tenant when I need to move back in. If you consider me could we include a month’s notice for termination of my employment?”

“There will be conditions that would bring that termination forward.”

“Such as?” she asked.

“If I find out you’re hurting my daughter.” Not only would he kill her but it would also bring about immediate termination.

The look of absolute disgust took him away.

“I would never hurt a child. Never. I have scolded a child for doing wrong, but that is at the parent’s permission. I would never dream of ever hurting a child at all.”