Page 78 of Nanny for the Mercenaries

“You’re braiding Kaylee’s hair!” I exclaimed.

Both of them looked up at me with surprise. “Why wouldn’t I be?” he said.

“Daddy always braids my hair,” Kaylee explained. “He does it better than my other daddies.”

I suddenly remembered how Kaylee’s hair was braided the first time I met her a month ago, at their house in Wilmington. She said her daddy braided it, but I assumed she meant Archer or Jordy. I never in a million years would have thought of Harrison.

When I stopped making assumptions about the man, I found him surprisingly sexy. Without the beard, I was definitely attracted to him. Yeah, that was incredibly shallow. I shouldn’t have allowed a single physical alteration to change the way I thought about him. But I couldn’t help it. It was like removing a filthy litter box from an otherwise beautiful home. It changed the entire vibe.

I wonder what he feels like to kiss,I thought.Compared to when he kissed me with his beard.

I noticed other things about Harrison, now that I was making more of an effort. He was a creature of routines. Every night, he poured himself a tall glass of milk and ate an entire sleeve of Oreos by himself. Every morning, he went to the hotel gym and exercised for two hours. And he made the exact same thing for lunch every day: two peanut butter sandwiches, withlotsof peanut butter.

He usually ate after Kaylee and I did, so I started making his sandwiches for him. The first day, he came out of his room, looked at the plate, and then made his own sandwiches anyway. The next day, when he started to do the same thing, I got up and confronted him.

“It’s one thing to be stubborn, but another thing to waste food. You’re setting a bad example for Kaylee.”

I was afraid that comment might set him off, but it actually seemed to get through to him. He took the plate of sandwiches into his room, and accepted my offering every day after that. I chalked that up as a win.

We also played chess every day. A single game in the afternoon, when Kaylee was down for her nap. He beat me the second time, but it was very close. The third game I won after he made a mistake and lost his queen early. The fourth game ended in a stalemate.

I was looking forward to a rematch, but the next day Harrison was moving around in his room in a hurry. When he finally came out to the living room, he was dressed to go out: cargo pants, a plain grey hoodie, and sunglasses.

“Intel came in,” he said, grabbing one of the sandwiches I had made and taking a huge bite out of it. “The target is in Baku. I’ve got to go.”

“What’s your target?” Kaylee asked as she emerged from her room.

“It’s the store, Target,” he replied without missing a beat. “I’ve got a job there in the electronics department. I hope I’ll be home for dinner.”

“Okay!” Kaylee wrapped him in a hug, and Harrison picked her up and swung her around. She squealed happily until he put her back down.

“Do whatever Trish says,” he instructed, then turned to leave.

“Wait!” Kaylee shouted. “You didn’t kiss Trish goodbye!”

Harrison hesitated at the door. “We don’t need to kiss goodbye.”

“But you said you and Trish arefriends. And adult friends kiss goodbye. Does this mean you two aren’t friends anymore?”

Harrison and I exchanged a look. We were caught in Kaylee’s flawless eight-year-old logic. Andnotdoing it would just raise more questions. Especially in the context of what Archer and Jordy and I were doing behind closed doors.

“Bye bye, Trish,” Harrison said, and leaned in to kiss me.

It was quick. A brushing of his lips against mine. Noses touching for a brief instant. It was soft, and innocent.

Yet a lightning bolt of excitement passed through us in that moment. My heart began racing and my breath halted in my lungs. Harrison’s eyes sparkled for a moment, and then he turned and exited out the door. I stood in place for a long while after. Something was stirring inside of me.

That answers the question about the kiss, I thought while turning back to the room.It’s much, much better without the beard.

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Trish

I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss for the rest of the day. It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. I shouldn’t have felt this turned on. But it was, and I did, and I couldn’t help it.

Harrison returned that night and was secretive about what he had done that day. He, Jordy, and Archer sat down and quietly discussed things when they got home. It was clear that they hadn’t assassinated their target yet. I began wondering when it would happen, and how long they would wait.

The only time Ididn’tthink about the kiss was when I was having sex with my other two men that night. Jordy bent me over the bed and took me from behind, while Archer sat on the edge and pushed my head down onto his cock. We never had a chance to switch things up this night; all three of us were loving the way things were, and quickly reached our individual orgasms in succession.

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