Page 20 of Bad Nanny

But then I very clearly heard the word “jizz.”

What the fuck was she doing?

I knocked on the studio door, and when there was no answer, I pulled out my phone and dialed Josie’s number. I didn’t hear it ring and she wasn’t answering.

“Josie?” I called out, knocking on the door again.

It wasn’t urgent that I talk to her, but now, I was getting annoyed and wouldn’t be able to relax for the evening until this was done and over with.

I pounded my fist on the wall, sure she would hearthat, since she was right on the other side. There was a shriek, and I fought a smile.

A moment passed before the door to the studio swung open. Josie stood there, her face flushed and her forehead glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top that clung to her breasts.

Her very braless breasts.

“You scared the shit out of me!” She slapped her hand over her mouth and peered out the door and down the hall. “What the hell are you doing pounding on the wall?”

“You didn’t answer.” I peered into the studio at the absolute mess on just about every surface. “What’s going on in there?”

Sighing, Josie brushed a loose strand of hair from her face. “Nothing. I wasn’t expecting anyone to pound on the wall.”

“You were supposed to be waiting for me in the dining room,” I reminded her. “We were supposed to talk after I put Delaney to bed.”

Her gaze dropped for an instant before meeting mine again. “I’m sorry, I must have lost track of time.”

“Lost track of time doing what?” The question slipped out sharper than I intended. There was something she wasn’t telling me.

Josie’s cheeks reddened further, and she shifted uncomfortably on her feet. “Personal stuff,” she said vaguely.

The words that filtered through the wall from earlier echoed in my mind. I was almost certain of what I’d heard, but out of context and without explanation, I couldn’tconfirm it. I was not about to ask her if her puppet was really talking about cocks and jizz. And more importantly...why?

It was none of my business what she did on her own time, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to know what was going on inside my house.

“I see.” I looked past her again, and my eyes stopped on her nightstand. Her nightstand with a very obvious vibrator sitting on the top. Was that what she’d been doing?

No, of course she wouldn’t have been in the closet masturbating in a puppet voice. The mental image made me snort back a laugh, and Josie turned to see what I was looking at.

Her head snapped back to me, her eyes wide before she shut the door in my face. “I’ll be there in a few minutes!”

The temptation to barge in after her was strong, but I turned and headed to the dining room before I did anything I’d regret. How could this woman already be under my skin like this?

After grabbing two glasses and my favorite bottle of whiskey from the top shelf of a cabinet, I sat at the dining table, poured a glass, and downed it. If I was going to make it through the conversation with her, I needed something to take the edge off, even if it was a Monday night.

I pulled open my text messages, needing some moral support. Texting my brothers would, yet again, leave me open to their incessant need to irritate me, but their banter distracted me and often put me in a better mood.

Me: I think I heard the nanny masturbating while talking about cock and jizz in a puppet voice.

Me: Hello? This is a level ten emergency!

Me: Guys? It’s eight on a Monday. Where the fuck are you?

Me: I also saw her toy on her nightstand. Is it weird that I’m oddly turned on by all of this? What do I do?

Me: What if she’s into including her puppets in the bedroom? Is that a kink I’m unaware of? Not that it matters what she’s into.

Me: Nope. Not going there.

My one-sided conversation was spiraling out of control, so I put my phone on the table and poured another drink. Noah and Lex were usually quick to answer my texts, but they did both have lives.

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