Jared
I stare at the young woman as she steps into my house hesitantly. Yes, it’s definitely her - the incredibly fuckable woman from last night that I belly-danced with. Although it seems impossible, she looks even hotter in her ass-hugging jeans and scoop-neck tank top tonight. The tight red number does little to hide her massive tits, and in fact, makes them look even more lush and huge. She isn’t wearing any makeup and I swear to god she might be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Marcy runs a hand through her thick brown hair and the memory of grabbing her by those curly locks while I fucked her comes rushing back to me. My pants grow unexpectedly tight, and I shift from foot to foot, incensed by the effect this young woman has on me because this should not be happening. My sex life and my family life do not intersect, so what the fuck is going on? This is a city with sixteen million people, so what are the chances that I would bump into her again?
It seems Marcy is just as flustered because she bites her lip and then jerks her head up to stare at me.
“I didn’t know you were the client,” she blurts abruptly, her face the color of an apple. “I mean, I didn’t know that you were my client tonight although obviously I knew that you were my client last night.”
“It’s fine,” I say in a low voice. “Come on, let’s talk about it in the living room.”
I show her into the adjoining living space, and we both take seats on one of the couches.
“Um,” Marcy begins again, quieter this time. “I didn’t mean… I am discreet, about everything.” Her brown eyes flit in the direction of the rest of the house. “I understand how the NDAs work and of course, I signed one as part of my Sanctum employment agreement,” she says in a low voice.
I nod.
“Good. I’m glad to hear that but we’ve kind of barreled ahead without even making introductions. First things first. I’m Jared Michaels,” I say in a low voice, extending my hand. “And you’re Marcy Hobbs. It seems we know each other already.”
She stares at my hand like it’s a viper and I chuckle. “You know when someone offers a hand like this, you’re typically supposed to shake it.”
She smiles hesitantly.
“Oh right, duh. Um, I’m Marcy,” the young woman states once more. “Nice to meet you, Jared.”
My grin widens. Definitely very cute, I think ruefully. “You already told me your name,” I remind her.
She nods, two spots of color forming on her cheeks.
“Shit, you’re right. Oh god, sorry for saying shit. I never cuss in front of kids, I promise,” Marcy stammers. “Listen, should I go? I feel like maybe I should go.” She makes a move toward the door but I hold up a hand to stop her from moving.
“Marcy, take a breath,” I order firmly. “It’s going to be fine.”
The young woman takes a deep, calming inhale, her stunning almond eyes locked on mine. “Yeah, that feels better,” she says quietly before biting her bottom lip. “Thanks.”
I nod.
“Let’s begin again. So you’re the babysitter?” I ask her skeptically.
“Yes? From Child Mine?” Marcy answers hesitantly. She fidgets with her hair once more. “I know the other girl cancelled, but honestly, maybe I should call the agency and have them send an emergency sitter. It’s fine. It happens sometimes, and I don’t mind.”
I shake my head. “I’m going to be late to my event as it is, so I don’t have time to wait for another sitter to get here.”
Marcy shakes her head adamantly. “No, seriously, they can have someone here in like fifteen minutes, tops, I’m sure of it. This happens sometimes. Well, not this, because obviously I don’t know that many babysitters who moonlight as… well, you know, but you get what I’m saying.”
The poor woman looks like she’s so embarrassed that I almost consider having her call the agency just to put her out of her misery. But a quick glance at my watch confirms that I really don’t have the time to spared.
Besides, it might be kind of fun to have her in my house waiting for me when I get home.
“I’m sorry, I just want to know,” Marcy begins cautiously.
“What is it?” I furrow my brow at her tone.
“Um,” Marcy leans toward me. She smells delightful— fresh and young and sweet. “Are you married?” she asks quietly. “I mean, not that it matters at the club, but just so I know what to expect. Is there a Mrs. Michaels who’s going to pop out of the woodwork in about two seconds?”
I smirk. “There is no Mrs. Michaels,” I inform Marcy. “Now that we’re clear on that, do you have more questions?”
She shakes her head slowly, those big brown eyes regarding me.
“Not at the moment, especially since you’re in a rush.”
I nod.
“Then you’re able to stay tonight?”
Marcy bites her lip once more. “Yes, if you’re sure it’s not a problem for you.”
“It’s not a problem for me,” I reassure her. “We’ll talk more once I get back, okay? But for now, let’s just go with the plan and then we’ll regroup afterwards. My daughter—"
And as if on cue, my five year old comes bouncing into the room at that moment, waving a fairy wand in one hand and wielding a toy sword in the other. Vivian looks just like me with her blue eyes, jet black hair, and olive skin. She runs up to Marcy, wraps her arms around Marcy’s legs, and smiles up at her with a brilliant, toothy grin.
“Daddy said that I can play Princess Polly before I go to bed! Will you play with me?” Vivi asks in her squeaky voice.
Marcy’s demeanor changes completely as soon as she sees my daughter, softening and growing maternal. “Of course I will, sweetheart, as long as it’s okay with your dad.”
“It is, but only until it’s time to wind down for bed,” I remind Vivi as I scoop her into my arms. She squeals delighted and wriggles about a bit, still waving her wand. “Okay pumpkin, this is Marcy. She’s going to hang out with you for the next few hours while I go do boring grownup stuff.”
“Marcy,” Vivi repeats her sitter’s name. “I like that name. I’m Vivi. Can I name one of my dollies after you?”
Marcy giggles. “Only if she looks like me,” she agrees.
“Daddy, did you hear that?” Vivi lisps, staring at the beautiful woman as if mesmerized by her. “Can I get a new doll with brown hair like Marcy?”
I know exactly how my daughter feels because to be honest, I’m mesmerized by our gorgeous babysitter as well.
“All right, let’s show Marcy around before I have to go,” I say in a gruff tone before leading the two girls to the kitchen, where I’ve written out some information for tonight. Then, I plop my daughter onto the floor and grab my notes off of the fridge. Marcy leans in a bit to read as well, and there’s that sexy scent of hers again. It’s like a warm summer morning, complete with dew drops on petals and sunshine glinting on an emerald green lawn. What the fuck? Dew drops? Emeralds? What the hell is going on with me? I growl, shaking my head to get my thoughts under control as my grip on the note tightens.
“Vivi is allergic to strawberries, so there is nothing in the house that has any strawberries in it, but I like to tell sitters just in case,” I say in a somewhat curt tone. Marcy nods, her expression serious and focused. “Also, Vivi can have—” I turn to my daughter and speak to her directly— “one, I repeat one scoop of chocolate ice cream before bed.”
My daughter’s stunning blue eyes light up. “Yay! Can Marcy have one too?”
I look at the attractive woman, briefly thinking about how I’d like to lick ice cream off every inch of her gorgeous body. “Yeah, she can have a scoop, too.”
Marcy smiles shyly, and immediately, my cock jerks. I try to focus but it’s fucking hard with this bombshell standing in my kitchen.
“Okay,” I continue in a gruff tone. “Here are the emergency numbers, my cell, and the information for the venue. If for some reason you can’t reach me— even though I’ll have my phone on me— then call this number at the venue and someone will track me down within a minute.”
Marcy nods solemnly. “Of course. Does Vivi take any medications that I need to know about? Food allergies? Any allergies at all?”
I shake my head.
“None. She’s a healthy kid. There were some sniffles last week but she’s fine now.” Surreptitiously, I stare at my beautiful babysitter. Clearly Marcy’s taking this job seriously, and I like that. I feel comfortable leaving Vivi in her care, and it’s almost as if the gorgeous woman’s already slotted perfectly into my life.
But you just met her! my conscience screams. How much could you possibly have to go on? Still, a good babysitter is worth her weight in gold, so I merely brush my inner voice aside. Meanwhile, Marcy’s already building a rapport with my daughter. She squats low to the ground so that she’s eye level with the child and smiles. “So Vivi, is there anything else I need to know before your dad leaves? Any super-secret secrets or incredible new discoveries?”
Vivi looks wide-eyed at me before she nods vigorously. “Uh-huh! Daddy says I can stay up as late as I want tonight.”
Marcy and I both laugh easily. “Um, no ma’am,” I scold Vivi gently. “Bedtime is at 8:30pm. And those teeth better be brushed because the tooth fairy is always watching.”
Vivi squeals and jumps up and down. “I’ll brush my teeth, I promise! Marcy, you have to help me remember.”
The gorgeous brunette laughs. “I’ll make sure you don’t forget kiddo,” Marcy tells Vivi in a playfully serious tone.
With that, I know I’m in good hands and turn to leave.
“All right Vi, why don’t you go pick out some books for Marcy to read to you so she and I can talk for another minute? I love you, sweetie,” I tell the little girl, planting a kiss on her head before she twirls out of the room. “I won’t be gone long.” Then, I gesture for Marcy to follow me towards the foyer, and she complies, padding softly behind my big form.
“I always like to ask the kids if there is something that they feel like I need to know,” Marcy explains in a quiet voice. “It can help them feel like they’re getting a say in how the night will go, or at the very least, give me another helpful piece of information.” The gorgeous woman flushes and again, I’m reminded of the way she turned pink and moaned throatily as she came on my dick last night.
For fuck’s sake, Jared, I berate myself harshly. Control your urges because you’re not some horny teenager. This is your babysitter, for crying out loud!
“Look,” Marcy continues talking before I can say anything. “I know this whole situation is super weird and awkward, but I’m really good at my job, I promise. My babysitting job, that is. I’ll take good care of Vivi, so you don’t have anything to worry about on that count.”
I nod. “Of course. I know you will.” I glance at my watch. “Okay, I’m officially late, but…” I look deeply into Marcy’s eyes as I speak. “When I get home in a few hours, I want you to stick around so that we can talk.”
A nervous look passes across Marcy’s face. “Oh, um, sure,” she mumbles, biting at her bottom lip before breaking eye contact.
I put my hand under her chin and make her look at me once more. “Look, I’m not angry or upset, but I think we need to talk about this ‘situation,’ as you called it. It’s a strange position to be in, and I want us to clear the air.”
Marcy exhales forcefully and finally smiles. “You’re right, of course, Mr. Michaels. I totally get where you’re coming from. I’m happy to chat once you get back.”
“Good.”
We both linger in the hall for a moment longer, and to be honest, my fingers itch. I want to seize her lips again and to pull that lush body against mine, but I restrain myself because this isn’t the time. As much as I want to ravish my babysitter right here in the foyer, I meant what I said about talking things out first.
But if talking leads to other activities…
“Okay, I’ll see you at around ten,” I tell her instead before grabbing my coat from the rack. Then without further ado, I let myself out and practically jump down the steps before bounding to the town car waiting at the curb
Holy shit, that was an unexpected turn of events, I muse to myself while entering the darkened vehicle. What were the chances?
But now, the curvy girl’s in my life and I can’t wait to get to know her better. In fact, the fundraiser ahead of me seems boring and ridiculous, and I’d love to skip it altogether. But I make myself stay the course. After all, there’s a beautiful woman waiting for me at the end of the night, and now, the entire evening will be a blur until I can see Marcy again.