Page 14 of Beau Pair
Gordon
Iwake up early, as usual, and get myself washed and dressed before I walk into Elsie’s room to find her already awake and staring at the ceiling, sucking on her thumb and squeezing a plush toy in her tiny hand.
“Hey, princess,” I tell her. “You’re up already?”
She turns and looks at me, and it’s like she realizes she’s awake because she takes her thumb out of her mouth and lifts both hands in the air, begging to be picked up.
The fact she’s awake makes life so much easier. I want to get her ready and dressed before we disturb Beau.
I pick Elsie up and we go over to her changing table, and I go through the motions of changing her diaper and dressing her up. Then I ask her to pick the cuddly toy she wants to take with her downstairs, and we exit her room.
“Oh, she’s awake,” Beau says from the other end of the corridor, and I almost jump.
My heart definitely starts racing.
And not only because he startled me.
When I turn to look at him, he looks like a dream.
But then again, when doesn’t he? Living with him for a week has been sheer torture. I’ve done my best to keep busy, but how can I stop thinking about him when he lives under my roof?
His hair is pointing in different directions even though it’s very short, but it only makes him look cuter. His skin is so smooth and glowing, and it makes me want to run my tongue and hands all over him and feel every inch of him. Taste every inch of him. His pajamas are a pair of shorts that are way too short—not for him, but for my sanity—and his top is another crop top.
I’ve noticed he loves crop tops. And so does my dick, which doesn’t fail to rise to the occasion every time I look at him. If you don’t think it’s awkward getting a boner about your nanny while you’re holding your daughter, then you haven’t experienced awkward.
“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t want to wake you up until we had to leave,” I tell him, and I close in on the stairs.
Beau comes closer too. Which is good. Because the closer he is, the less likely he will spot my bulge.
But then again, the closer he gets, the more likely I will lose all control and take him. Thank God I’d never do anything stupid in front of Elsie.
“Don’t be silly. This is my job. I’ve been up early, waiting. I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to get right into it or wait for you,” he says, and looks over at Elsie who’s rubbing her eyes sleepily. “Hey, pretty girl. How was your beauty sleep?”
Elsie hides her face in the nook of my neck and cuddles me closer.
“Aw, don’t be shy, little girl. We’ll have so much fun together. I promise,” he says and reaches out to poke her back playfully.
Elsie whines and grips me tighter.
“Don’t mind her. She’s a right grump when she wakes up,” I tell Beau as he pulls his hand back, disappointment written on his face.
“Oh, no, it’s fine. I know. It’s the second time she’s seen me,” he says, but the sadness stays on his face.
“You can go back to sleep if you want. I’ll knock on your door when we’re ready to go,” I tell him.
“I wouldn’t be very good at my job if I bail on the first day,” he replies, and I smile.
Of course.
For some reason, I forget that it’s his job to look after my daughter. That he’s not just a pretty boarder. That I’m paying him to look after the most important person in my life.
And he’s right. He wouldn’t be a very good au pair if he went to sleep and left me to do everything. So he follows me downstairs and helps me feed her breakfast. I wouldn’t expect any less of him.
It’s always hard to let go, though. With every new nanny, even though we haven’t had many, it’s hard to let go completely and trust they can do their job, even if that's the whole purpose we hire them for.
Beau watches me prepare Elsie’s oatmeal breakfast, and after I test the temperature, he grabs a spoon and takes the bowl from me. Elsie is sitting in her highchair and waiting while sucking her thumb.
When Beau sits next to her, she tries to hide her face under the table and won’t lift her head.
