Page 3 of The Accidental Nanny
“Hello, Gem. How did I know it was you? Fern is in her bedroom. I don’t know what’s wrong with her.” His eyes lock with mine; he catches me staring, and I’m not even ashamed.
“I’ll deal with it.” God, he is so sexy. I pretend to trip as Imove forward, placing my hands on his chest and feeling him.So smooth.
“I’m sorry, I fell,” I lie.
“Sure you did.” He waits for me to remove my hands.
“Are you coming tonight?” I ask hopeful.
This would be my night. I would wow him in my new dress, and we would get married. Our children would be beautiful; the little girl would have my golden hair and his curls, and our son would have his strong jawline. It would be a match made in heaven.
“Yes, I’m just getting ready now.”
“Okay. I’ll find Fern. I bought her a dress. She said it was too expensive and something about needing a new car.”
He shows no emotion towards my words.
“Well, I better get ready,” I mumble. Leaving Mr. Hotness behind, I make my way up to Fern’s room. “Just me,” I call before I enter.
As I open the door, I see my best friend lying on the bed with her legs open, pleasuring herself. Her eyes go wide.
“Fern!”
“Gemma!”
We both scream.
Fern needs a full wax. I bring the shopping bag up to my eyes, covering my view. I wait until she gives me the all-clear before removing it. She is blushing, I’m just thankful her legs are closed.
“What are you doing walking in here like that?”
“When did you last shave?” That’s my only concern right now.
“Oh, I don’t,” she admits with a blush. "It leaves an awful rash."
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say that.” Her purple bullet vibrator is on the bedside table beside her. “And when did you buy that? It wasn’t with me.”
“Online,” she says, her face still crimson.
“I’ve got this for you.” I pull her dress and shoes out of the bag I’m holding.
“Gemma, you shouldn’t have.” She slides to the edge of the bed and gives me a tentative smile.
“Enjoy. Dad cut up my credit card. Brody ratted me out for shopping instead of job hunting. My parents will kick me out next week if I don’t find something.” I take off my clothes, except my underwear, and I grab a clean towel out of her wardrobe.
“What are you doing?” She watches me as I make my way to her bathroom.
“I need a shower, then we’ll get ready,” I explain.
I freshen up and dry my hair before I use some makeup to spruce up my face. I want to be natural but sexy—just enough so Wesley will see my beauty shine through.
Fern also showers and gets dressed, leaving her hair to dry on its own despite my protests.
Wesley is waiting for us in the hallway, and I smile at him as we descend the stairs.
"You both look lovely," he says to both of us, but I have this nagging feeling he only means Fern.
"Thank you. I worked hard on us."
