The Bully's Nanny - The Nannies

While Callie had watched him yesterday taking care of Meghan, she’d come up with a fully working schedule that also included mass cleaning, learning activities, going outdoors, and pretty much running Meghan into exhaustion, but the fun kind. He didn’t see it working. Meghan only liked to do what she wanted. It was one of the few traits that reminded him of her mother.

Tilly, even in high school, only ever did what she wanted to do. She liked to hurt a lot of people in the process as well. He wasn’t going to think of that though.

“I figured I’d come and see you on your first day. How are you handling it?” Callum asked, taking the seat opposite him.

“I’m behind my desk. I haven’t called Callie. I got a nice, cooked breakfast this morning, which was a nice reprieve from burnt toast. I also think I’ve been eating mold but I can’t confirm that. I’m sitting here.”

“Good. Fire up your computer. Get to work. You’ve got clients waiting for you, and not a moment to lose. We’ve missed you.”

Drew nodded at his brother.

He’d been out of work for so long. He sat back in his chair, closed his eyes, and then opened them.

Last night was the first time he’d slept completely through. When he’d gone to the kitchen this morning, hunting the scents that were making his stomach wild, Callie had been cooking, looking refreshed in a pair of sweatpants and shirt that seemed to cling to all of her curves in the right places.

Had he ever really taken the time to look at that juicy pair of tits that were begging to be held, to be touched?

He wanted her. There was no doubt in his mind he did, and it was fucking crazy.

He’d bullied her for being fat. Teased, taunted, made her life a misery, and now he saw those curves and she made him ache. No woman had made him feel that way in a very long time.

He missed it.

He wanted it.

She’d provided him with a breakfast fit for a king. He’d never been fuller in his life.

Now he needed to get his head in the game.

Pushing all thoughts of Callie out of his mind, he put his case down, fired up his computer, and accessed his emails. The first email he had to tend to was his back-to-work one. Scanning through the pages, he was completely bored, but he finished everything he needed to. It reminded him of what was required of him. The law. The conditions of his return. Standard stuff. After dealing with that, he got straight into cases.

He loved the law. It was one of the reasons why he’d been studying it even on a football scholarship. There were so many loopholes and tricks of understanding the way a law was written. He found it a challenge, and he loved complications and complex situations. They were his weakness.

After picking up the phone to dial the courthouse, he got stuck preparing himself to be ready to deal with several clients. Some of them were in county jail, and he organized interviews with them.

Just as he’d finished the last call, he looked up and saw Meghan and Callie outside his office. He stood up and buttoned his jacket, feeling more like himself than ever before.

Callie still wore a pair of sweatpants. Her long, thick hair was tied up at the nape of her neck. Meghan’s hair was in two ponytails down her chest. She had a huge smile on her face and she was also dressed in actual clothes. A dress, a pair of socks, and some shoes.

“Is this a good time?” Callie asked, in the doorway.

Drew saw a couple of people were watching. Callie held Meghan’s hand.

“We got you lunch, Daddy,” Meghan said, holding up a brown paper bag.

“I saw you didn’t take the lunch I made for you and seeing as it’s such a beautiful day, I figured Meghan and I could bring it to you.”

“You walked here?”

“Yep.”

“Meghan doesn’t like to walk.”

“I do, Daddy. When we get home, we’re going to make cupcakes. I can mix the batter. Callie promised. Didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did. Here is your lunch.”

“You made me lunch?”

“I did.”

“I didn’t see it.”

“I’ll put it by your briefcase from now on.” She smiled at him.

Was she always this beautiful in high school? No, it couldn’t be possible, if it was, she’d have guys all over her, and that simply hadn’t happened. No one had wanted Callie.

“Yo, Drew, how is everything going?” Callum asked, inviting himself into the office.

Callie turned to see Callum.

“Well, well, well, if it’s not Callie Stewart. I heard you’d taken on the most frightening task of taking care of my brother.”

“And Meghan.” Callie lifted her hand a little.

“Ah, my minx of a niece. Are you being a good girl?”

“The best.”