Page 19 of Stone

“I don’t know what to say,” she singsongs, standing in the middle of the room doing a full three-sixty to take in everything. “This is more than I could have ever hoped for. It’s amazing. Thank you so much.”

“Yeah, well.” I quickly turn my back and step back out into the hallway. I’m not one for gushy, thank yous. They make me uncomfortable. “There’s a bathroom next door that will be for your personal use. However, any visitors will be using it if needed.” I sure as hell ain’t letting anyone wander around upstairs into mine and Sasha’s personal space if they need a piss.

She pulls open the door to take a look. It’s a simple white vanity unit with plenty of storage for all her female stuff, a sink with chrome faucet and a modern style toilet. The single shower cubicle is ample for her feminine frame. The walls are a soft yellow. The towels on the heated rack are peppermint green.

“Oh, there’s no bath?” her shoulders slump in disappointment. “But that’s okay. Showers are more time efficient.” she adds quickly before I get a chance to bark at her, that she should be grateful for what she’s got. Instead, I find myself saying…

“There’s one upstairs in the main bathroom which you’ll be using for Sasha. You’re welcome to use that one, but give me some warning beforehand. Wouldn’t want any awkward situations.” I stand watching her open the shower cubical door to look inside at the shiny new shower head with multiple jets. Then she pulls open the door to the unit under the sink.

“Is it okay for me to store my toiletries in here?” pointing to the shelf that’s empty apart from three spare rolls of toilet tissue.

“You better,” I grumble. “I hate clutter. The only things that should be visible are the hand soap and a towel. The rest should be out of sight.” You’d think that my harshness would have had her retreating like a scared mouse, but her shoulders scrunch up, and the palms of her hands come together in a clap.

“Of course,” she acknowledges my requirement. “Wow. I can hardly believe how lovely this all is.” The ear-to-ear smile that takes over her face, and the excited giggle she lets out, has me wondering what the accommodation was like that she’s been living in. By the looks of it, she’s more than happy about her new abode.

“When you’re done,” I monotone as I turn to walk back towards the open-plan living area. “I’ll show you upstairs.” I sense her following me, so I make my way over to the stairs. When we reach the top, we walk down the hallway, and I point out the various rooms.

“This is my room.” I point to the first door, then turn swiftly to face her, wagging a finger in her face. “You knock first and then wait until I say you can enter. Otherwise, strictly out of bounds, is that clear?” Rude, I know, but I need to make sure that she doesn’t go snooping in there and finding anything that I don’t want to be found. She opens her mouth, about to say something, but I cut her off, and point to the door opposite. “Bathroom.” I walk further down the hall. “Sasha’s room, as you can see, is clearly marked with her name on the door, so there’s no way on God’s earth that you can mistake it with mine.”

“I get it,” she snaps. I turn to face her and raise my brow in return. “No going into your bedroom unless invited,” she affirms while tilting her head back so she can meet my gaze.

Her eyes are so exquisite, the most beautiful color, like a tropical ocean. Gentle breaths from her slightly parted lips flutter against my chin. Her eyes go wide, her cheeks pink, and I can read in her face that she’s realized her words ‘unless invited’ could suggest that, if I did invite her in, she’d come willingly.

The image of her stretched out naked on my bed, skin coated in a light sheen of perspiration, her hypnotic eyes taunting, pleading, giving me permission to do dirty things to her, suddenly flashes into my head. My dick twitches in my pants.

Holy fuck. That escalated quickly.

I swallow the wrong way, nearly choking on my own spit. Coughing and spluttering, I quickly push open the door to Sasha’s room to put some needed distance between us, and what better than my little girl’s space full of innocence and youth to dismiss the filthy thoughts from my head.

“As you can see, Sasha has a mountain of toys and with her bed, wardrobe and drawer cabinet, there’s not much room for anything else.”

“I think you’ve got everything covered,” she replies, walking further into the room towards the white framed princess bed. “How long have you been using the bed guard?”

“Not sure,” I reply. She looks at me puzzled. “Sasha has only been with me for a couple of months, so I’m not sure how long ago it was before then that her parents had switched her from a cot.”

“Oh,” her eyebrows shoot up into her hairline, and her hand comes up to cover her mouth. I’m not sure if it’s to try hide the grimace, that no doubt is on her lips, or to stop herself from commenting further.

“What?” I bark, because if I get the slightest hint of pity from her, then I swear to God, I’m going to bite her head off. “Come on, speak up.”

“We need to talk.” She says with conviction. “You need to tell me about her parents, if she has a routine, and if not, we need to put one in place.” I’m about to snipe back, but she holds up both her hands. “I don’t mean this minute, but later when Sasha has gone down for the night. It might seem like I’m being nosey, but I’m not, honestly.” Making her way out of the room, she heads back towards the stairs. “I need to understand Sasha. The more of her background I know, the better.” I follow her, and even though I have the urge to knock her down, I continue to listen to what she has to say. “I also need to understand exactly what your expectations are with her care, and any chores that you want me to take on. What you’re paying me is more than the average rate for a live-in nanny, so I’m happy to help with the upkeep of the house too.”

“Sasha is your main concern. I don’t give a fuck about the house.” I throw back at her.

“Exactly. I want to ensure that Sasha grows and develops into a healthy, balanced, and happy child.”

“So the fuck do I.” What is the woman insinuating? Damn her. One minute she suggests one thing that has me wanting to fuck the hell out of her. The next, I want to put my hands around her neck and squeeze, stop her spouting shit… while my cock is deep inside her and my mouth is sucking on her hard nipples.

Now where the hell did that fucked up shit come from?

The way this chick dresses is far from sexy, in her Walmart jeans, baggy T-shirts and hoodies. I bet her tits aren’t even worth getting hard over. Besides all that, she’s the fucking nanny!

“Mr. Stone.” She’s started to descend but comes to a stop and turns to look up at me. “I don’t doubt for one minute that you want only the best for her,” she sighs, eyes full of apology. “Which is exactly why we need to discuss how we want to proceed.”

I swallow hard and hook a finger inside the edge of my collar and tug it away from my sweaty neck. She’s just far enough down the steps so her head is on a level with my crotch. Perfect for her to take out my junk and suck on it. “Are you okay Mr. Stone?”

“I’m fine, why?” I drop my hands down to cover any bulge that might be visible in my pants. If I look down to check, it will only draw attention to it. So far, her eyes have stayed above my chest level.

“You have beads of perspiration on your forehead, and you do look a bit flushed.” She bounces up to the step in front of me, and before I realize, the back of her hand is on my brow. If I wasn’t sweating, I am now. My skin sizzles at her touch. This is not good.

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