Jenny (Babysitter's Club 5)

“Good evening Mr. Masters.” He wouldn’t look me in the eye. Gone was that infectious smile he’d worn the day of the interview. There was a new tension in the air between us as he ran his hand over his hair for the third time, still not making eye contact.

Ah, I get it. I bit back my smile, digging into my cheek with my teeth to hold it at bay. You remember me, don’t you? He didn’t have to say it. His eyes said it all for him. I took pity on him and carried on as if I hadn’t noticed. And the longer he went without acknowledging that he remembered, the more I questioned why.

Derrick

Does she know? Nothing in the way she looked at me, without expression, gave answer to that question, but somehow I knew, in my gut, I knew. What game are we playing here?

And how did it get to the point where I felt like I was cheating on my wife? I felt like I was doing something wrong, breaking some cardinal rule by not telling her that I remembered this girl who means nothing to me?

Why did my guts twist itself into knots at the mere thought of divulging that little bit of knowledge? Until tonight when I saw her again, I could get away with telling myself that I hadn’t done it because it didn’t matter. Jenny was out of our lives; after all, Lauren had seen to that.

So what force had made her pick up that phone and call her again? Why had she invited her back into our home after adamantly declaring over and over again that it would be a cold day in hell before she’d let someone who looked like the very young, fresh, and incredibly gorgeous teen near her husband and children?

I made myself scarce, heading back upstairs and away from Jenny. I admit to being curious this time around. I hadn’t really looked at her last time she was here, and I was only doing it this time because I wanted to compare what I remembered of the gangly little girl who’d followed me around to the unusually gorgeous creature in my kitchen.

I’m programmed to be monogamous, so there was no danger of me taking one look and lusting after her while plotting and scheming ways and means of getting her alone for a quick fuck when my wife wasn’t around.

But even with my iron resolve, I’d have to be blind not to realize how devastatingly beautiful this girl really was. She’d cleaned up better than good, looking nothing like the nondescript little kid who used to disappear into the landscape whenever anyone else was around except me.

I remember how she used to light up whenever I paid her the slightest bit of attention. How could I have forgotten her so thoroughly? Right on the heels of that thought as I fixed my tie in the mirror was another unsettling one.

Was she upset when I didn’t remember her that day? How long has she been over her crush? I didn’t believe for a second that she didn’t remember me. One of the things I remember from back then is the intensity of her feelings, feelings that had sometimes scared the hell out of me.

I shook thoughts of her from my mind and went to find my wife, who was checking out her ass in the mirror in the gold floor-length gown with the slit that ran from ankle to mid-thigh. “You look good enough to eat baby.”

I walked up behind her and wrapped my hands around her waist while lowering my lips to take a nibble of her shoulders. She leaned her head to the side, offering me her neck, and I took full advantage.

She reached back and grabbed my dick with a sexy hum. “Ooh, for me?” She teased my cock through my slacks, and I pushed into her hand until I caught sight of the time on the clock. “Later, babe, we’ve gotta go.”

She looked flushed, which only added to her appeal and that slight hint of lust in her eyes didn’t hurt either. We left after she gave the babysitter last-minute instructions. I noticed that Jenny still had that quiet quality about her, but there was an edge to it now. Almost like something breathing beneath the surface not seen by the naked eye, but you just knew it was there, it was in the air all around you, all around us.

As we approached the country club, Lauren behind the wheel because she has a thing about driving in heels while wearing an evening gown. I think she’d seen something like that in a commercial once and it stuck with her, the angst started to leave me.

There was such a feeling of celebration in the air as we stepped out of the Porsche to allow the valet to do his thing that by the time I led Lauren through the entrance, my hand protectively in the small of her back Jenny was almost a distant memory.