And for some weird, totally incomprehensible reason, I started thinking like a nymphomaniac would. I imagined my hand stroking his package, as it grew larger and larger.
He cleared his throat.
Startled, I looked up and met his slightly amused look. My face burned with shame and embarrassment. This could be my boss for crying out loud. What am I thinking? God, what must he think of me? If I were him, I’d think I was a perv who couldn’t be trusted with my precious daughter. I just lost the job before I got it.
I knew what the problem was. I wasn’t a nympho/slut. I was just nervous as hell. So jittery I was behaving in a way that was alien even to me. I got myself ready for him to tell me to call my Uber back, the interview was over.
Then he spoke in a totally dark and delicious voice, “Miss Cooper.”
God, even his voice was hot. I swallowed excess saliva and tried to smile confidently. “That’s me.”
“Luke Meyers. Come on in,” he said as he held the door for me.
A gentleman. Very few of those in my world. As soon as I stepped into the huge foyer, my attention turned to the obvious wealth reeking from the room.
A huge chandelier with many crystal lights hung from the cathedral high ceiling. The foyer had to be larger than my whole apartment. A curved staircase led to the second story.
“This way, please.”
I followed him down the hallway into a room which obviously served as an office and library. To my shock, I found myself doing it again. Staring with admiration at his tight muscular butt as he strolled ahead of me. I stopped myself from going too far down that road and brought my thoughts back to the interview at hand.
He held the door and let me pass.
I felt his eyes boring into my back.
“Please have a seat,” he said, walking over to take his seat behind the big desk.
“Thank you, Mr. Meyers.”
“Please call me Luke.”
I sat down and tried to keep my dress from riding up too high on my thighs. When I looked up, Luke was staring at my exposed thighs. So, it wasn’t just me. We had some serious chemistry going on.
Then I remembered the landlord. I really, desperately needed this job. Luke Meyers was my potential employer.
With that, I beamed what I hoped was a professional smile at him and began my prepared spiel. I intended to shower him with all my charm. I would land this job. It was exactly what I needed.
Luke
This was Molly’s potential nanny!
Fuck me! I had seen many women who could be described as sex on legs, but never would I have attributed this description to a five-feet nothing nanny. Until now. Everything about her just screamed sex. That red hair, her juicy mouth, the way her green eyes narrowed in on my dick, and that smoking body! Even her ponytail just made me want to grasp it and pull her head back as I rammed into her.
I actually had to hurry behind my desk to hide my growing hard on. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her smooth creamy thighs. Her choice of dress didn’t help matters. If it had been a couple of inches higher, I’d have seen her panties.
If she wore any.
I adjusted my cock subtly. It didn’t help how her breasts were pushing against the thin material of her dress and I could make out not only the shape of her heavy breasts, but I could see her nipples. They were hard. I forced my gaze upwards, away from her curvy little body, up to her face. She bit down on her plump bottom lip, and I felt it like a punch in the solar plexus. I wanted to suck on that juicy lip… so hard.
She let out a small moan.
Jesus! This was not the way to start out with her. Especially, if she turned out to be a good candidate. Although, I highly doubted it. For one, she wore a dress that fell short of being indecent. To be fair, on another woman, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. I guess it wasn’t her fault, she had the kind of body which would induce wet dreams. Small and compact. I could easily lift her up and fuck her standing, without even breaking into a sweat.
My cock throbbed painfully at the image of fucking her against the wall. Angry with myself, I pushed away the image and concentrated on the interview. “So, Miss Cooper,” I began.
“Please, call me Ella,” she said. Her voice sounded soft and unhurried. A soothing voice.
I liked all of her and her voice. “Okay, Ella. I didn’t tell you much about my daughter in the email. Her name is Molly and she’s five years old.”
She smiled and leaned forward enthusiastically. “Yes, I know she is five that is exactly why I wanted this job. My sister has a five-year-old daughter and she’s so much fun. I love them at that age.”
A sudden sadness washed over me. My Molly was anything but fun. I leaned back in my chair. “Well, Molly is a little different from other five-year-old girls. Since she lost her mom, she hasn’t been the same.”
Ella’s gorgeous green eyes widened and filled with sympathy. “Oh, I’m so sorry for your loss.”
I almost laughed at this. My ex-wife Penelope was alive and kicking. In fact, the last time I’d seen her, she had been on all fours getting fucked from behind on our bed by a strange man. After that, we have only spoken
