Page 17 of Nanny Crush
The door to the guest bedroom is open and the light is on. I walk over to it and knock, leaning against the doorframe.
Sasha is standing at the foot of the bed and when I knock, she turns around to face me.
“How’d it go today?”
She nods. “Everything went fine. I managed to do a lot of the cleaning. I wore the kids out by letting them play outside for a few hours. I cooked spaghetti for dinner. The kids scarfed it down, but I saved you a plate. It’s in the microwave.”
“Thank you.”
She nods. “They’ve had their baths and are in bed now. What time do you usually wake them for school?”
“Seven. School starts at eight.”
“Okay. And they get out at two-thirty?”
“Yep.”
“I’ll get to the laundry and stuff tomorrow. I just want to get settled in and cleaned up.”
“That’s fine. Take your time. You already managed to do more in one day than I do in a week.” I let out a quiet laugh as I slide my hands into my jean pockets.
She offers up a smile. “They’re good kids.”
I nod. “I guess I’m going to go down and eat. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Good night,” she tells me.
“Good night,” I reply, turning and walking away.
I go down the stairs, amazed by how clean everything is. Even the carpet seems fluffier. I open the microwave, and sure enough there is a plate inside with spaghetti and a slice of buttery garlic bread. I close it and turn it on. I grab a beer out of the fridge and pop the top. I take a long drink while the microwave hums. When the bell dings, I set my beer aside and open the microwave, pulling out the plate. I sit at the table alone and eat while looking everything over.
She already has the kids’ backpacks, jackets, shoes, and lunchboxes laid out for tomorrow. Why didn’t I ever think of that? It would have saved me time and stress instead of hunting all those items down every morning. She doesn’t even have kids and yet she’s already better at taking care of them than I am.
I take a big bite of the spaghetti and am pleased with how delicious it tastes. The noodles are cooked perfectly, the sauce has just a hint of sweetness, and is still packed full of flavor. It doesn’t take me any time at all to clean my plate. I notice how clean the kitchen is with the dishwasher already going, so I wash my dish by hand, dry it, and put it away. I’m not here to make more of a mess for her. I can pull my own weight if she can tackle the kids.
I make my way back up the stairs and notice that she’s still hard at work at unpacking. I don’t know how she does it. After the kids go to bed at night, I’m not worth anything. I go straight to my room and close the door behind me. I pull my shirt over my head as I go into the connected bathroom. I strip down and step into the shower. I feel more rested and more alert than I have in days, and I’m trying to decide if I want to waste the time sleeping when I could be working and knocking things off my to-do list.
I wash off and get out of the shower. I pull on a pair of boxers, some plaid pajama pants, and a t-shirt. I sit on the foot of the bed and put some socks on, then I slide my feet into my house shoes. Deciding to get a little more work done, I go downstairs and make a cup of coffee. Taking it back to my office, I sit behind my desk and get back to work.
I manage to play all the way through the game and take note of every bug and glitch I find. I send an email over to the team telling them where I found the glitches so they can patch them. My coffee is long gone and it’s three A.M. before I lean back in my chair and take a deep breath. With nothing else to do, I figure I’ll catch a few hours of sleep before the kids leave for school. I open the door to my office and notice that the door to the guest room is shut and no light shines from beneath it.
I walk into my bedroom and close the door behind me. I fall into bed and pull the pillows around me. Even though my mind is tired from work, my body isn’t, and it’s hard to fall asleep. It’s been a long time since I had trouble sleeping. I’ve been so exhausted from trying to deal with the kids and keep up with work. I only wish I would’ve found Sasha sooner.
What am I thinking? If I had found her any earlier, it would’ve been illegal to move her into my house. I want to laugh at that. She’s so young I wonder how long she’s going to be able to keep up with it all. Eventually she’ll remember that she doesn’t have to take care of two kids and a house that isn’t hers, and she’ll want to enjoy these days in her life before she gets all of this for herself.
One of these days, she’ll be ready to move on, and I can only pray that work has slowed down enough by then or that the kids are old enough that they can manage on their own while I work. Thinking of watching her play with the kids today puts a smile on my face. They’ve taken to her quite easily and she seems to be taking to them just as well. It almost feels too good to be true. How can this young, beautiful woman take on the jobs of ten people all on her own?
I think about her dark eyes and long hair. I wish I could feel how soft the strands are when wound around my fist. I think of her plump, curvy lips and wonder how sweet they’d taste. I think of her tight little body and wonder how heavenly she’d feel wrapped around my dick, which hasn’t received any attention in far too long. I feel myself grow hard and my body floods with heat. Great, I just popped a boner while thinking about the kids’ nanny, the one woman in the world that I shouldn’t touch, but that just makes it all the hotter. She’s forbidden in a sense and she’s tempting me. I pray that I’ll be able to resist, but only time will tell.
Ignoring the problem I now have in my pants, I roll onto my side and try willing myself to sleep. I push her from my thoughts and think about all the tasks I need to accomplish this week. That does the trick, and it bores me right to sleep.
Chapter Nine
SASHA
Iend up going to bed around eleven. My body is sore and tired from the day’s activities. All the packing and moving has my back out of whack, and my arms are stiff from all the lifting. The hot shower helps, but going to sleep is what really takes the pain away.
It feels like I’ve only been asleep for a few minutes when my alarm is going off. I wake wondering if I somehow managed to set it wrong.
