Several times a week, I worked from home, and when I didn’t, I made sure to be back home by five in the evening. Not that it made a difference with Molly. She greeted me like the stranger I was, and nodded politely when I asked her a question.
“Hi Molly,” Ella said in her soft soothing voice. “Do your dolls have names?”
Molly said nothing, didn’t even look up. Well, here it was. I don’t know what I expected, but I felt disappointment. How would I ever get Molly to be a normal little girl again?
Apparently, Ella wasn’t giving up. She went and crouched beside Molly. “Is her name Winabanana?” Ella asked, picking up a doll.
I tore my gaze from her curvy ass and tried to concentrate on what she was saying.
A giggle floated out of my daughter!
I froze and stared unbelievingly at Molly. I wanted to tell her to laugh again. It had been so long since I heard her giggle. I took a step forward like a man in a trance.
Molly gazed at Ella with interest. “Her name is Penny,” she said softly.
My heart shattered into a million pieces... her mom’s shortened name.
“She’s beautiful,” Ella said.
“I know,” Molly said.
“I hope we’ll be friends.”
Molly didn’t reply. She went back to her silent, pitiful, lonely play.
My heart pounded as we left the playroom. I wanted to go back in there and hear my daughter’s giggles one more time. It had to be the sweetest sound I’d heard in a long time. “You’ve done something no one has been able to do, not even Molly’s therapist,” I said to Ella when we returned to the library.
“What’s that?” Ella asked as she sat down.
“You made her giggle. That’s all I want. A happy child. The job is yours if you want it.”
Ella was all wrong on paper, but she had trounced all those professionally trained nannies by making my daughter laugh.
A gorgeous smile came over her features. “Really?”
I nodded and smiled at her childlike enthusiasm. “Really.”
“Yes, please. When do you want me to start?”
“You do know that this is a live-in job, right? I need you here all the time for the times when I have to work late. I have a cook, and a cleaning service that sends maids to come in a few times a week, but I have no one to watch Molly.”
“I know and none of it is a problem,” Ella said.
“Good. You can move in immediately. I’ll show you to your quarters.”
Pleased with how everything had gone, I led Ella back to the first floor and showed her the room next to the playroom and Molly’s room.
“It’s nice,” she said as she took in the double bed and the matching furniture.
“There’s an en-suite bathroom as well,” I said to her and gestured to a door on the left.
“Thanks,” Ella said and then sat on the bed. Her breasts bounced along and her dress rode up her thighs.
My body reacted immediately. My cock formed a tent in front of my trousers. So, I immediately turned and left the room. “Find me downstairs when you’re done,” I threw over my shoulder.
I was sweating by the time I reached the library. How could I resist Ella while living in the same house? I wanted to grab her curvy butt and slam my cock into her sweet pussy.
The throb in my cock had become painful. I desperately needed relief, but I knew I wouldn't get it. Ella was now officially Molly’s nanny and out of bounds. More importantly, she had done something no one else had been able to do. She’d gotten a reaction from Molly.
I wouldn’t jeopardize Molly’s recovery because of how badly I wanted to fuck her nanny.
Ella
“I got it! I got the job,” I screamed into the phone.
Ruby laughed. “Hey, slow down and tell me everything.”
I gave her a rundown of everything that had transpired from the time I arrived at the house. I didn’t leave out how gorgeous Luke was either. I told her about the giggle.
“You got the job because you made the girl giggle?”
“Yeah, I used the same trick I always use to make my sister’s little girl laugh. I called her doll by a nonsense name. And it worked.”
“That was lucky. Now about the boss?”
“Oh, my God, Rubes. You cannot believe what a Greek god this man is. I mean I was fantasizing about his cock from the first moment I met him. I mean, when have you ever known me to do something like that?”
“Never!” she cried empathically.
“Exactly!” I cried back.
“Don’t mess this up though,” she warned.
“I won’t, but the funny thing is, I think he kinda gave me a hungry look too.”
“Work affairs don’t work,” Ruby said flatly. “Why would you want to mess up such a cushy, well-paying job?”
“If you saw him, you’d understand.”
“Are you actually planning on having an affair with him?” she asked incredulously.
“I’m not,” I admitted with a sigh. “I guess, I’m just being a bit silly. I need the job more than I need the sex.”
“Hey, I’m about to leave work. Want me to drop you off at your new place of work?”
“Yes, please,” I said gratefully. If I paid my rent tonight, there wouldn’t be much left in my account and an Uber trip might drain away the last remaining bit and even put me into the red. Until I got my first paycheck, I needed to live like a pauper. And even after that, I would have to squirrel away as much I could for the next rainy day.
“Be there soon,” Ruby said, and disconnected the call.
I glanced at the pile of clothes on the bed and got to work packing. I felt lucky that I didn’t have to stress over furniture and stuff. I had rented the house furnished and owned almost nothing in the apartment, apart from my clothes. Actually, the only things I
