Page 27 of The Christmas Nanny

“I get it.” It was too early in our relationship to say I wanted to help him, not hide these things. We were still new to each other.

Although we made eye contact several times, we finished the meal without another word. The food was amazing, as was Jacob’s company. Annette had been right in a way. There was more to this man than what people saw on the surface. I found myself intrigued to learn what made him tick. I wanted him to take the job. I’d worry about the other stuff when I got to that bridge.

“I sort of dread sitting down with the Quartermains together,” I said. “She told you they were getting a divorce?”

“Yeah. I don’t think I want to get involved in that mess.” He took our plates to the kitchen. “How about a slice of cheesecake?” he called.

“A small piece.”

“Whipped cream?”

Crossing my legs, I thought yeah, from head to toe. “Sure.”

Jacob sat a plate between us. He gave me a spoon, and we ate from a single slice. “Another of my grandmother’s recipes.”

“Take the job,” I said and put the fork down. “We would work well together. How hard could it be to take care of an eighteen-year-old?”

“The problem is that the job’s not about the kid. It’s about the Quartermains. That’s what’s bothering me.” He took the plate to the kitchen, and I followed. I grabbed a rag and cleaner and cleaned the counter. Jacob still said nothing about what we did on the counter.

“Let’s do it and see what happens. You can go work for your Dad anytime.” I felt like I was on the verge of begging.

“You look good in my shirt.”

“I’m not gonna lie. It feels good.”

He pulled me close, and I thought he might put me on the counter again. “I want to show you something I have in the basement.”

Jacob put his hand around mine, and I followed like a good submissive if that were the game we were playing.

Chapter ten

Jacob

The kitchen counter had been a test. If Christine had stopped me, I would never have suggested the basement, although, hearing about her escort experience, I really didn’t think she’d turn down the opportunity. I know she enjoyed the kitchen counter.

“What the hell is that?” she asked when we got to the basement. I walked her around the device before explaining. It was always best to let them take in what they saw before explaining. She squeezed the dildo on the rod at the end of the device. “Nice. What’s it called?”

“It’s called a stuck and stuffed stockade with dildo. You get on all fours on the floor. I put the collar on and then the restraints. This controls the dildo insertion and vibrations.” I showed her the controller. “It can be used for double or single penetration.”

Christine smiled evilly. “What if I want you on the floor on all fours?”

“I’d say you needed to prove yourself first.”

“I can do that,” she said. “I’m not a prude.”

“And pictures?”

“Destroyed after you create the painting.”

“Deal.”

“One other thing,” she said. “It doesn’t happen until after you take the job tomorrow.”

Because of what Mrs Quartermain asked me to do, I didn’t want to be Christine’s opposition on the job.

“Deal. But promise me we’ll work together despite what the Quartermains ask us to do. Something isn’t right, and I don’t want that screwing up what we have.”

I followed Christine upstairs, and we sat on the couch.

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