Women were all the same. Disloyal. I looked at Ella dispassionately. She probably had a boyfriend somewhere and I was sure I could seduce her. We hadn’t even been introduced and I caught her gaze on my cock. She had looked at it as if she couldn’t wait to put her mouth on it.
I almost groan aloud at the thought. I hadn’t had a woman in months. After Penelope left, I’d been like a wild man, sleeping with as many women as I could. Just sex. But sleeping with anonymous women lost its allure very, very quickly.
“I’m sorry,” Ella said.
I waved a dismissive hand. “It’s been a while now. The problem is Molly has not gotten over her mom leaving. First things first,” I said, barely glancing at the paper in front of me. “Do you have any health issues I ought to be concerned about?”
I’d had so many nannies in the year and a half since Penelope left that I had the interview questions down pat. I’d gone the formal way and hired nannies from an agency. They had been good on paper, but none managed to get Molly out of her shell.
Desperate to see my daughter come out of the world she had locked herself in, I decided to advertise on the internet, hoping for a different caliber of nanny. I never expected this, as my eyes were drawn once again to Ella’s nipples showing through her dress. I imagined capturing her swollen nipple in my mouth and sucking on it hard.
“None, I’m as healthy as a horse,” Ella said.
I dragged my mind away from her nipples and went through my check list of questions. She gave all the appropriate answers. The trouble came when we moved to her experience with children. It didn’t take long for me to decipher that she had zero experience. All the experiences she had listed which had caught my eye and impressed me were just glorified baby-sitting for friends and family.
If I were being straight, I was glad she wasn’t right.
True, Ella had a sunny disposition, something Molly solely needed, but she was too distracting. I’d want to fuck her all the time. Hell, I couldn’t even work with her in the house. It would be cold showers and hell on earth, sleeping a few doors away from her. “I’m sorry,” I said, putting regret into my voice. “But I really need someone with more experience. Someone… um, older.”
Someone less delicious.
Luke
Her face fell and she bit her bottom lip again.
My cock jumped and I felt happy I hadn’t hired her. There was no way I could wake up every morning to her in my kitchen.
“Okay, I understand… but sometimes children don’t need experience. They need someone who truly cares for them. If your child is missing her mother, she doesn’t need a nanny with a lot of experience, she needs someone she can confide in, trust… even come to love with time.”
I stared at her. I’d never even thought of that. But it suddenly occurred to me… she was right. This was what I had done wrong. I kept on getting the most professional nannies. Women who seemed more like nurses rather than warm, caring people a child could fall in love with.
Ella saw my indecision and went for the kill. “Look,” she said reasonably. “Why don’t you let me meet Molly and see how we get along? She might hate me…”
I stared at her. What if she didn’t? That would be terrible for me.
“You owe it to Molly,” she added persuasively.
A big, a very big part of me didn’t want her to meet Molly in case Molly liked her. Then I would have to hire Ella, but another part of me, knew I had to give her a chance. What if she was perfect for Molly and could bring Molly out of her shell. I would walk through fire for Molly. So keeping my dick in my pants and taking cold showers would be a small price to pay.
I stood. “Fine. Let’s go meet Molly.”
She stood and smiled at me. “Thank you for giving me this chance.”
I nodded and led her to the first floor where the playroom was. Molly was playing quietly on the floor, arranging her dolls against the wall from the shortest to the tallest.
“Pumpkin,” I said as we entered the play room. “I have someone I want you to meet. This is Miss Cooper. Ella, this is my daughter Molly.”
Molly looked up without changing her facial expression.
It tugged at my heartstrings that as her father, I couldn’t make her smile or laugh. I took full responsibility for this. I had brought my childhood into my own home and became my father all over again.
In the early years of our marriage, I worked like the devil to build up my architectural firm. Meyers Designers and Architects was one of the largest architectural firms in South Carolina. The cost had been high. My wife and I grew apart and I didn’t know my own daughter.
Molly had been almost a stranger.
I had been the distant dad who came home late at night when she had already gone to sleep and left early in the morning while she would be parked in front of the TV, watching cartoons on mute. When I think of the kind of man, I was... I cringe. I’d been so caught up with becoming the biggest and best, I lost sight of everything. I could have lived with regrets, wishing I had done things differently but I wasn’t that kind of person. I made mistakes, analyzed them, and did better the next time.
Reversing my mistakes with Molly was proving to be a difficult task. She had only known her mom and when she left, Molly stopped trusting everyone. Lost, as if her soul had been locked away somewhere without a key. But I was determined
