The Babysitter (2 page)

“But if we did go there, with me making it difficult for you to stay away, what are you going to do?”

He averts his gaze. “I would have to fire you.”

I rose from my bed and took my time heading his way. “Then take this as my resignation.” I tried to kiss him. Towering over me, he captures my shoulders before I could even rise onto the tip of my toes.

“I don't accept either, not your resignation or that sweet kiss that was coming my way. I'm so sorry.”

“But Blake—”

“No, Paige. Not anymore. Trust me. This will be better for both of us, because you damn sure deserve something more than being involved in my mess.” He backs away from me and leaves.

No, Paige? Not anymore?
My heart crumbles right there as if he'd slapped me in my face.
I can't accept that.

I shook my head. “No, Blake. You're wrong. I'm not denying either one of us, anymore.”

“He wouldn't think of it. Everything is in my name from his restaurants that he loves so much to the car he drives. No. No.” Janet pauses on the cellphone. “Well, yes, he's an excellent chef. Sure. However, let's not pretend that my family's name didn't get him to where he is today.” Janet paints her toenails by the pool. It's some pink color to go with her perfect tan. Her long blond hair rides the gentle wind that flows around her.

Disgust fills me as I watch her through the open kitchen window. Before she returned, I used to stare at the beautiful view. Now she's mars that captivating landscape with the ugliness inside of her. On the outside, she boasts the kind of looks that people turn their heads to ogle, but on the inside she's a gash of horrid scars, corrupt, and oozing the blood of others.

I shut off the faucet, move from the window, and mutter, “It's like a zombie is sitting in paradise.”

The property is an enchanting thing to behold. It's a two story house on the northern end of Biscayne Bay which serves as most of the backyard. If I stood in my upstairs bedroom window, I could see the outline of Miami Beach off in the distance or look to my left and make out the hustle and bustle of mainland Miami. A long beautiful pool wraps halfway around their house and is consistently filled by a waterfall decked out in glittering stones. A few feet away is a stone wall that overlooks Biscayne Bay and separates the house from the body of water as it shimmers in the sunlight. Each time the wind travels through little spaces between the many rose bushes all over the house, it carries the flowers' perfume into the kitchen where I prepare the kids their breakfast.

“Well, I know I shouldn't say it like that, but it is true.” Janet fans her toenails. “What if he's just with me for my money? Well yes, there is the kids. . .What? Well sure I do think he loves me, but you've known us for so many years, how far do you think our love can last after the things we've been through? How much more will he take? I'm just hoping that I'm not wasting my time.”

She's changed? Yeah right. She's already thinking up excuses to leave them again.

Inside of the kitchen, I cut several more slices of mango and place them on the kid's plates. The microwave clock reads seven o'clock. I'd already woken Alyssa and Sammy up half an hour ago, made sure they washed their faces, brushed their teeth, put on their private school uniforms, and got to the table with ten minutes to spare. Since Janet left, I keep a strict morning schedule so neither the kids would be late for school and me for college. Once she returned and realized I was taking the kids back and forth to school, she raved about how it was a great idea and spent the mornings lounging by the pool.

“Paige! Sammy isn't letting me play,” Alyssa whines.

“But I don't want to let her play.” He blows out a loud breath. “She takes forever.”

“Paige said we had to share. Didn't you, Paige?”

“I never get to play by myself!”

“So!” Alyssa sticks her tongue out to him and snatches the contraption out of his hands.

“That's enough both of you. Share the game, Sammy. Alyssa stop whining you're seven now, there's no need to whine like a baby anymore. I expect both of you to share or I'll just take it away.” I glance over my shoulder and toss them both my warning look. It's an expression I learned from my mom when she was alive—my eyes narrow, my lips purse as I raise my eyebrows. It's the face I would see right before the storm of my mother's temper.

“Okay, Paige,” they say in unison.

I finish dumping the fruit slices on each of their plates that already have fluffy egg white omelets with mushrooms and mozzarella cheese.

Footsteps sound upstairs and then begin to get closer.

Exhilaration pounds in my chest. I hadn't been sure if Blake had left the house early to avoid me or was just simply late with his own schedule. It's right when that rosemary and lavender scent captures me, that I realize he's wearing a full business suit and standing in the doorway with his mouth wide open as he watches me with hungry eyes. He's taken aback by my new appearance and it's decorated all over his face.

That's right. I won't play fair.

Instead of my usual jeans and t-shirt with a funny saying, a white sun dress drapes my body and hugs my curves whenever the breeze hits me just right. It has spaghetti straps. The wind is working with me this morning. That soft fabric ripples around my lush frame, inciting my nipples to perk a little and the thin material to reveal hints of the white thong that lay underneath. I let my black hair hang free today and sprayed myself with that sweet perfume he bought me weeks ago for my birthday. It was the reason why we'd kissed. As soon as I spotted the swirled crystal bottle of Fentiare, I just jumped up and gave him a huge hug without even considering the consequences that my boss wouldn't want me to touch him.

Well, he didn't mind after all.

That night, he trapped me into his own embrace and explored my mouth as if it had been created and formed for him. We kissed the rest of the evening in the center of many more unopened presents that piled around me. They had all been from him. He spoiled me.

And now it's my turn to spoil him.

“Good morning, Mr. Sims.” I turn around to give him a full front view of my cleavage as it pokes ever so subtly out of my dress. The clothing and hair choice is a wicked little trek across a tightrope hung high over the world's tallest buildings, because I can't very well prowl around half naked in front of the kids, but I won't appear like a civil little nun either.

He licks his lips. “Good Morning, Paige.”

“Hey, Dad. Can I watch Rometronix in the living room?” Sammy asks as Alyssa eagerly waits for the answer too.

Blake checks with me. I nod it's okay. He clears his throat and faces to them. “Go ahead and take your breakfast into the living room too, but make sure to clean up any mess you make.”

“Okay, Dad.” Both kids rush to grab their plates and get out of there. They're so fast. I'm already guessing that they're racing off to see who gets into the colorful lounger in the center of the living room first. That chair had been the source of their arguments these recent days.

Once the kids leave, I risk another glance at his eyes. He hasn't left the doorway and is now closing and opening his hands over and over as he drinks my view in.

What's on your mind?

Inch by wet inch, I let my tongue travel my lips and almost giggle as his gaze shoots to that moist length between my parted mouth. “Are you hungry, Mr. Sims?”

“Yes,” he whispers, which tells me the need pounding blood in and out of his heart is not the hunger for food or drink, but an undying thirst to have his tongue, mouth, and cock all over and in my body. I could see it in his eyes. Throbbing heat blazes behind them, so hot I know it could set me on fire.

And oh God, I want to burn.

“Well, we're not even having sex anymore!” Janet's voice rises and carries in through the window. “I know. I know. He needs time to heal, but I need time to. What is my motivation to be the good wife if he's not taking care of business in the bedroom.”

I raise my eyebrows at him.

This is the wife you're being loyal to? She's barely been back for more than a week after breaking your heart and is already questioning you as a husband to her friend.

I raise both of my hands to my straps and push them down over my shoulder. They fall to the sides of my arms. This is risky in so many ways. Janet could walk in as she talks on her phone. The kids could run in for another fork or to complain about the other. I'm not really thinking too clearly and don't want to start. I massage the tops of my breasts. My sex clenches just begging to be fondled and played with just right. “What do you want?”

“Sure. Sure. Blake will stay with me, but will it be for the money or my love?” Janet continues talking on the phone outside. “We've been married for ten years, but it feels like thirty long boring ones.” She laughs. “My exploits are the only things that rile us up and get us breathing again. Other than that, we're married corpses. We're like the walking dead.”

I tug the dress down two inches, nowhere near enough to expose my pink nipples, although I know he's drooling to see them again. The top of the dress is low enough to hint at what exactly lay underneath, but at a good enough position where I can yank it back up if Janet or the kids burst in.

“What do you want?” I trace the outline of my breasts and draw a seductive circle around my nipples under the material. “I can give you anything.”

“I'm fine.”

I pinch my now aching points. “So, you're not hungry anymore?”

“No. . .I'm just fine.” But he still hasn't moved. It's like he's stuck in that area or more like afraid to leave in fear that I would take him or even better, him ravish me.

I drop my hands from my breasts and head his way. I hear an intake of his breath as I continue.

“Well then have a great day, sir.” I rub against him as I stroll by, just as a cat would smooth its furry body along its master’s legs, nudging him to play.

He snares my waist with his huge hand and guides me into the hallway far away from the living room entrance and kitchen, but much closer to the stairs that go up to our bedrooms. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” I lean back into the wall and wrench my dress down over my nipples. They're perky and targeting his mouth.

Touch them. Don't just ogle my nipples like you'll die if you can't have them. Take them. They're yours.

Silence passes through us. He still hasn't looked up from my breasts. His breathing comes out faster. His chest rises and falls at an even quicker rate. “P-paige?”

“Yes, sir?” I blush at his intense reaction. “Can I help you with anything?”

He directs his attention back to my face, grabs my dress, and pulls it back up. “You know exactly what you can help me with.”

I lean my head to the side and give him an innocent look. “What's that?”

“You can help me with my dick.”

“Mmm, what's wrong with it?”

“It's going crazy right now. It's pleading with me to push it inside of you.”

I whimper in delight. “Where do you want me to bend over and open my legs?”

“No where.”

“I can think of many places.”

“Don't.” He backs up.

“You're such a tease.”

“You're one to talk.” He explores my body with his gaze. “Please, stop making this harder than it needs to be.”

“No.” I wrench my dress back down and stomp upstairs. It's not until I reach the top that I realize he's been right behind me the whole time. “Why are you following me?”

He checks behind him, probably to make sure no one witnessed us go upstairs. “You're upset. I didn't want to make you mad.”

“Too bad. People get upset when they can't have what they want.”

“We need to talk.” He gestures to the hallway away from my bedroom. “Let's go over there.”

“Why not in my room?”

“Because my dick is trying to take control of the situation and if I take you in there, I don't think I can stop him.”

“Coward.” Smiling, I move over to where he pointed. The lighting is dim in the space. We're right next to an empty guest room and the kids' bathroom.

“Please don't do anything like that again.”

“Okay.” I sigh.

“I mean it.”

“I know.”

“If you pull your dress down like that again in the kitchen or anywhere in this house, then I'll fire you.”

“And what about outside, I've suddenly realized that I enjoy skinny dipping when Janet takes the kids to soccer.”

He rubs his face. “That's fine as long as I'm not working in my home office. Save those types of swims for when I can't see them, please.”

“And masturbating is fine too?”

He freezes. “What?”

I step to him and mold my body into his. He groans, but doesn't touch me like I crave. I get on the tips of my toes and center all of my attention on him, right as my core melts from the sensations of our bodies together. “Can I play with my pussy next to your pool?”

He trembles. “No.”

“No, I can't play with my hungry little pussy or is it no, I can't play with it next to your pool?”

He opens his mouth, but no words escape.

“What's your answer, sir?”

“No,” he mumbles, but his gaze is back on my breasts as he grips my waist.

“No, what?” I press myself into him further. His length grows against my stomach and thigh. “Or will you take care of me like a good little boss?”

“I'm trying to be a good boss.”

“No, you're not. You're not providing me with the things I need. I'm so thirsty, but theirs nothing inside of my mouth to quench me. I bet you have something to put in my mouth. Don't you?”

“Yes,” he mutters.

“I'm so empty and dripping below, but still you keep that cock from me.”

“Paige.” His voice is more of a plea than a whisper as if he's urging me to end the torture and walk away.

Oh I will end the torture, Blake, but not the way you want me to. I won't stop taunting you. I won't stop pushing you over the edge.

He checks the other end of the hall and slides his hands over my behind, squeezing it once his fingers get to the softest curves. “Please, stop making this so hard.”