Arousal slams me so hard, the soles of my feet go numb. And in an instant, all that tiptoeing around was for nothing because the mere sight of that woman’s body unleashes an almost-comical chain of events. I trip on the metal threshold strip between the living room and the kitchen. When I reach for the wall to catch my balance, I end up knocking over a bunch of decorative shit sitting on the mantle over the fireplace. I curse at the candleholders and flower pots and other useless crap as they all go crashing to the floor.
Again—fuuuckk!!
The woman spins around, startled. The movement is so fast, it causes her tits to bounce. The open tub of yogurt in her hand bounces, too. A glob of clumpy dairy lands in her cleavage before the rest of the container slips from her fingers and hits the floor with a creamy splash.
Her eyes go round and her mouth puckers into the perfect circle. “Oh! Oh, my gosh! I’m so so so sorry…” Apologies fly out as she stands there, her soft, perky, barely-covered tits looking like they’re glazed in cum. My cum. “Please don’t be mad,” she begs softly. “I know I shouldn’t be eating Callie’s snacks. I’m sorry. It’s just that I get a bit of a sweet tooth this time of night. I always need some sugar before I go to bed. My dad says that no evening meal is complete without a little dessert.” Still rambling, she grabs a roll of paper towel, squats down and starts vigorously wiping up the mess. “Plus, my metabolism goes into a tailspin when I’m anxious and I’m definitely anxious about suddenly moving in here. Not that there’s anything wrong with this house. It’s just that…”
And that’s when it happens…
Her yogurt-covered tits pop out the neckline of her tank top and I get a clear, unobstructed view.
She gasps and both hands fly to her chest. Momentarily, we stare at each other, shocked stiff and silent.
Yes—the nanny is down on her knees. In front of me. In the dark. Cupping her naked breasts.
My poor, sex-deprived cock weeps. What did I do to deserve this?
Hastily, she tugs the shirt up to cover herself and words start tumbling from her pretty mouth again. I can’t hear shit, though.
My brain is shutting down. One brain cell at a time. My lungs stop pumping oxygen and my body’s entire blood supply is now concentrated at my crotch. I’m pretty sure I’m in full-blown organ failure.
Arms still banded protectively over her breasts, the girl scrambles up to her feet. She nervously licks her lips and squeaks out again, “I-I’m sorry.”
“Keep it down,” I hiss. “You’re going to wake Callie.”
And right on cue, I hear my little girl call out. “J-Jessa…?” Her tiny voice cracks with fear.
The nanny’s eyes go wider.
“Go!” I shoo her off in the direction of my daughter’s bedroom. “Go take care of Callie!”
She flinches. “S-sorry.”
“You already said that,” I snap.
Shit—I’m being an asshole. Not because I’m mad that she was eating a goddamned yogurt cup or because I’m mad that it splattered all over the floor. Not because she deserves my wrath. I’m mad that the only thing I want to do is fuck her.
Jittery and intimidated, she grabs a fistful of paper towel and skitters down the hallway toward my little girl’s frightened voice. She leaves me behind with the image of her perfect nipples burned into my memory.
Pink.
Her nipples are pink and small and pebbled and I just want to get them in my mouth. Yeah, I’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth this time of night, too.
Fuming, I grab the paper towel roll and some cleaning spray. My pulse is rioting. My blood is charged. This girl is no good for my health.
Early grave, here I come.
9 Jessa
Callie drops her pencil to the table and at the soft clink, I nearly fall out of my seat. The little girl glances up from her coloring book and gives me a quizzical look. Clearly, she can sense my agitation.
I smooth her hair back from her forehead and force a smile. “That’s a really pretty butterfly,” I say chipperly, amping up my efforts to act like everything is a-okay.
But everything is not a-okay.
Because I flashed my tits at my boss. Not just one of them. Two of them. Both tits. One. Two. Both of them.
And then I spent the whole night replaying the incident over and over in all its mortifying glory.
It was the most embarrassing moment of my twenty-five years. Every time I managed to drift off for a few minutes of sleep, my subconscious would morph the scene into something downright lewd. In my dreams, Eli would march right up to me in the dark kitchen, cradle my heaving breasts and start licking the yogurt from my tingling nipples. On three separate occasions, I woke up with a start, sweaty, panting and aroused to the point of insanity.
My brain is exhausted from battling those inappropriate thoughts all night. Now, I’m drinking my third cup of coffee, trying in vain to cut through my mental fog.
Callie smiles at me. Then, her eyes flick back to her drawing. “It’s green. Green is Nana’s favorite color.”
“She’s going to love it, sweetheart. So much.” I pick up my coffee mug with shaky hands and take another sip.
The glue stick rolls over the side of the table and hits the floor. I jump out of my skin again.
Jeez—I am so on edge today.
I. Flashed. My. Tits. At. My. Boss. And knowing that I’m going to have to face him, sooner than later, makes my stomach simmer with apprehension.
Throughout my life, I’ve been called lots of things. Naive. Smiley. Overly-trusting. Too optimistic. But I’m not awkward. I’ve never been awkward. Until Eli Kingston stepped out of that picture frame, and into my real life. But I work for
