Six Single Dads' Nanny (Love by Numbers 5)

Ethan let out a laugh. “I understand why you might think that, but I promise, this operation is completely legitimate. You see, we all have very high profile jobs. We’re C.E.O.s, we own financial institutions, I work for the entire city of Dallas. These aren’t just anyone’s children. We want the very best for our children, and we expect that the person caring for them is of the highest quality and is willing to do anything to make them happy. To that end, we offer a very generous salary, but make no mistake, we will make you work for it..”

There was a hint of something in his tone when he said the last sentence that I could quite put my finger on, but even with that, his explanation made sense. Celebrities and athletes had nannies to care for their children too; certainly they didn’t make as much as the run-of-the-mill nanny. These men weren’t famous, but they were wealthy enough, and Ethan wasn’t lying when he said that their jobs were high profile.

“Certainly we don’t want you taking the position just because it pays well, but we wanted you to know that we’re willing to pay handsomely for the right person,” Ethan said.

I nodded my head. They’d done that certainly. “I assume it’s an all day position?” I asked.

Ethan smiled broadly. “You would think, but no, actually. Your shift will begin once the kids get out of school, which is at 3:00, and you’ll have them until their activities are done for the day, usually around 7:00.” My eyes nearly bugged out of my skull. That salary for four hours a day? “Don’t worry. We’ll put you to good use on extended hours and weekends when you can.”

“Well, that’s where I draw the line,” I said sarcastically, then I covered my mouth. “Sorry.”

Ethan smiled. “Don’t be. I’m glad to see a little spark out of you.” He leaned forward on his desk, sucker-punching me with his astounding smile. “So, do you think you’re up to the task?”

2

Ethan

I watched Jordan, waiting for her decision, while beating down the boner I wanted to pop with a mental stick. She was a bombshell. Slender face, with a picturesque smile and beautiful blue-green eyes, and wore it on top of a coke-bottle frame with pert, round breasts and a delectable ass.

I couldn’t stop imagining what she would look like completely naked, and on her knees if I had my way. Were I in any other situation I would have thrown her on my desk and stuck my cock so deep inside her it’d be coming out her mouth, but I wasn’t. I wanted this nanny to work out, my boys deserved it and so did the other guys in the club. I couldn’t ruin it out the gate by not being able to control my libido, even if it had been months since I’d been with anyone.

I happened to know for a fact that the same was true for the other guys in the club. We didn’t just share nannies, we shared women too. In our perfect world, the woman was one and the same. Being a single dad was tough, especially with high-profile jobs such as the ones we had. I was a structural engineer for the entire city of Dallas, and there were lawyers, C.E.O., and even a cop in our group. Between getting work done and making sure our children were well cared for, our best attempts at one-on-one relationships on our own had fallen short; we just didn’t have the time. Along with discovering that it worked best to have one nanny among us, so too did it work to have one lover. We could never show six individual women the attention they deserved, but if we all worked to keep one woman tended to, she could be well taken care of.

I regathered my thoughts and realized that Jordan still hadn’t given me an answer. She had her eyes trained downwards and I could tell she was mulling over all the facts. I wasn’t an idiot. In the past when we listed the job posting, we were honest about the number of children, about the salary for the position, and what it got us was someone who knew how to corral children, not care for them, and above all, someone with dollar signs in their eyes. We decided it would do us better to draft a position for the kind of woman we were looking for, and hit her with the particulars down the road. Of course, this meant running the risk of finding someone we loved that wasn’t interested in what we were asking. Feeling like we might not land Jordan was killing me. She was perfect in every way.

She lifted her head finally. “I’ll do it.” Jordan broke the silence.