Page 46 of The Accidental Nanny
“Yes. I made sure.” Gemma turns back around and smiles, but it seems forced.
“Night,” I smile back.
“Night,” she replies, going off.
“I didn’t realise she lived here,” Penny says as she grabs onto my arm like she owns me.
“Yes, she does. Would you like a drink?” I pull my arm away, walking to the fridge without her. Thank God, Eden is asleep in my room.
“Thank you.” She looks around the kitchen with curious eyes. As with most days now, it’s a mess.
“Sorry, they have been… actually, I don’t know what they have been up to.” The kitchen has bits of food and baking stuff out.
“Isn’t she meant to keep the place tidy?” Penny’s nose turns up, looking around the room.
I feel defensive of Gemma, but I can't lie. “Yeah. She's not great at it, but she'll get there. The most important thing is she’s great with the kids”
Penny’s hand finds my bicep, stroking it. For the second time, I pull my arm away.
“Look, Penny, I had a great time tonight…”
She doesn’t let me finish, instead moving closer. I know she can feel how hard I am, but it’s not for her. A firm hand rubs my cock. Pushing her from me a little too hard, she stumbles backwards, shocked by my move.
“What’s wrong? Do I have something in my teeth?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head.
“Good.” She moves back towards me, this time she is kissing me, her arms around my waist. Penny’s not got the inexperience Gemma has.
“No,” I say, pulling away. “Jesus, imagine if that was the other way around, you’d be going mad.”
“You’re not interested?” She pouts, which isn’t an attractive look on her.
“No, sorry.”
“But, you’re so hard.”
“That’s not for you.” Her mouth opens and she realises what I mean.
“She’s a child!”
“No she isn’t, not that it has anything to do with you. I think it’s best you go. I’ll call a taxi; you can wait in the garden until it arrives.”
“And let someone kill me?” She’s so dramatic.
“Fine, stay in the living room.” I sit in there with her, an awkward silence pushing down on us as we wait for the taxi to arrive, then making sure she leaves my home.
Making my way up to bed, I find it empty. I'm not sure if I am mad or pleased. Either way, I owe Gemma one for tonight.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
GEMMA
In the morning, I sneak into the children’s bedrooms. Eden wakes up without any problems, but Ace is more difficult. Both of their rooms look like a tornado hit them, and I make a mental note to get them to tidy them up later with me. It’s something else we can do for Alex. Ace is groggy, but we go downstairs. The cake we baked is in the fridge; it didn't come out too shabby, if I do say so myself.
Eden pours the orange juice, and while doing so, she overfills the glass, spilling it all over the counter.
“Oops.” She giggles.
