Page 10 of Beau Pair
“That’ll be nice,” she says.
“And you can ask him if he’d mind babysitting for you once in a while,” I tell her.
She sits back on the chair and gives me an amused look, as if I’d said the best joke in the world but is too shocked to laugh.
“I told you I don’t really need one anymore,” she says.
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, but what happens if there’s an emergency? Or even better, if you want to have a lady friend over?”
“Lady friend? You know I haven’t had a ‘lady friend’ since before Elsie.” She chuckles. “And I don’t see any in the near future either, so I’m good.”
I beg to differ, but I’ll shut up for now. There’s no point digging further. It’s not like I’m any better. I can beg her to get back in the dating game all I want, but the truth is, there was a reason we decided to have a child together. We’re both a pair of workaholics (me more than her, obviously) and unlucky in love.
After lunch, and a walk to the park with Dolly and Elsie, I go back to my office, and only moments later, there is a knock at the door and Beau walks in.
“Is everything okay? Do you need anything?” I ask him.
He looks reluctant and shy, and damn me, and my body, for finding that sexy.
I can’t help myself, though. Seeing him here in my office? He’s wearing a baggy grey tank top that I can see his nipples through, and a matching grey cap, on backward, that accentuates his pink cheeks and the long eyelashes. He’s so unbelievably gorgeous and attractive that it reminds me of the beginning of a bad porn film where the “student” begs his “teacher” to fix his grades.
And the worst part of it, the image plays in my head, despite how inappropriate it is, and I’m enjoying it.
“I didn’t realize you were going to be teaching me. I hope it’s not awkward? Or against the rules,” he says, and I flinch.
Did I say any of that out loud? Does he know I crave his touch? What the hell have I done to give it away?
“Excuse me?” I ask for clarification.
“The fact that I work and live with you? Is it gonna be a problem? I can pick another elective if it is. I just thought it made sense, and it’d help me manage my money better in the future,” he says.
Fucking hell. I almost asked him how he knew I was fantasizing about him when he is referring to our professional relationship. I need to watch myself. The last thing I need right now is to have him running for the hills, and having to look for a new au pair.
“No, it’s okay. I’m always fair and I never play favorites, anyway. And it’s very sensible to take this class. I’ve been campaigning at the local high schools for years to introduce it as a subject, but no one wants to change. Learning how to manage your money at a young age can be life changing. It’s one of the things that allowed me to be the man I am today.”
Yes, hopefully that sounds a little more mature and my age than the dirty stuff going on in my head.
Like Beau going under the desk to suck me off and ask me to change his F minus to an A plus.
Or having him lie on my desk, so I can play with his hole using my fingers and a dildo until he begs to be fucked.
Or taking him against the door while the dean is waiting for his meeting with me and keeping Beau’s mouth shut so he doesn’t hear us.
Maybe I should download one of those hookup apps, and get all this horny out of my system, because if I am this desperate after living with him for three days, then I’m bound to make a fool of myself by the end of the week.
