Page 3 of Take A Chance

“Yeah, sure... Don’t forget lunch.”

“Yeah.” The line went dead, and I set the phone on my desk. Her eyes were locked on me, wide and sparkling. She looked as stunned as I was. I hadn’t noticed how gorgeous her hazel gaze was Saturday night. The club had been far too dark to get a decent look at them, besides the fact that I had been much more enamored of her bare tits in my face.

“You’re Emma Clarke?”

Her tongue nervously swept across her lips, and she nodded. She blinked several times rapidly, fidgeting with her purse straps. “Uh, yes. I’m here about the position of nanny. I was invited for an interview.”

The image of her breasts in front of me, my lips wrapped around a nipple, refused to leave my head. I felt my cock swelling as I leaned over the desk and rested my hands on its smooth, polished grain. She had run out of that club so fast, I hadn’t even gotten her number, let alone her name. I’d watched her scurry to the door, backward glances over her shoulder at the VIP room indicating her haste to leave. She probably thought me a predator, but that moment had been far out of character to me.

Still, when she walked in looking like a snack, full, pouty lips and curves for days, I couldn’t help myself. She hadn’t even flinched when I made my move. This woman had driven me wild with desire, and here she was, doing it again. How the heck was I being turned on by a woman this much younger than me who wore a turtleneck? Maybe because I’d seen her creamy skin up close and personal and knew how she felt from the inside out.

“I expected someone older.” I said the words unconsciously, my eyes drinking her in. She squirmed, though not uncomfortably. Her body language whispered of desire, not fear. The way her chest rose and fell rapidly told me her heart was racing. I liked that I did that to her—made her insides flutter. I strolled around the desk and stood next to her, leaning back on it. Her eyes trailed across my body, pausing for a moment at the bulge in my slacks, then landing on my face.

“Uh, I’m sorry. I thought you understood based on my resume that I am twenty-five.” She licked her lips again and straightened in her seat.

“Emma Clarke sounds like an old woman’s name.” I pushed the heels of my palms into the desk and narrowed my eyes at her. “Degrees in music and education and a masters... Why aren’t you teaching? Why be a nanny?”

Her confidence fell slightly, evidenced by the slight slump of her shoulders and furrow of her eyebrows. “I was teaching. I suffered a reduction in force due to budget cuts.”

A new teacher. That made sense. She was young and probably the last one hired, so of course, the first one let go. Based on her resume, she had every qualification needed. The interview was truly only for pretense. When I’d seen her education and skills, I knew she was the only applicant suited to take care of Katelyn. And with Mrs. Pilcher leaving so abruptly, I had no choice.

I studied her for a moment, realizing her eyes were locked on my left hand. Women did that—looked for a ring as if I were cattle that had a brand. “I’m not married,” I stated firmly, then watched as a blush tinted her cheeks. “Do you think I’d have been in that club if I were?”

“I... uh...” She looked down, rightly embarrassed. I hadn’t meant to embarrass her, but I’d thought that it was obvious when I sank my fingers into her hot pussy that I was a free man who did as he pleased.

“The job requires you to live in my home. You’ll have a bedroom, study, lounge room, and private bathroom.” I pushed off the desk and strolled back to my chair. Standing that close to her was dangerous. My cock was so hard it felt like it would tear open if she licked her lips again. All I could do was picture her on her knees, sucking me to completion. “Starting salary is eighty-five thousand, but after three months, you’ll have a bump to a hundred if you’re doing well.” I sat down, noticing her eyebrows rise.

“You’re responsible for making sure Katelyn attends her lessons and classes. She needs care Monday through Friday, Saturdays when I have to work, and transportation. Above all, your job is to maintain her safety at all times. Sundays are my day to spend with her, and you can relax and do whatever pleases you. Do you think you can handle that?” I folded my hands in front of myself and waited for her response.

“Uh, yes, sir.” There was that damn tongue sweeping across her lip again. She batted her eyelashes at me and smiled softly. The way her dark, wavy hair framed her face reminded me of when she was straddling me, staring down as I ravaged her tits. Just the sound of her voice was enough to make my groin ache.

“Pretty accomplished for twenty-five.” She must have excelled in her studies. That was good. I wanted someone who could challenge Katelyn.

“Thank you. I worked hard.”

Her confidence was growing again. The little minx from the club sparkled behind thick lashes, which she batted at me. I could almost see the scene playing out in her mind, the orgasm I gave her, the way I licked my fingers clean. God, she tasted good, salty and sweet. I found myself licking my own lips just thinking about it. The tension in the air was palpable. I could almost smell her arousal.

“I’m thirty-seven.”

Momentary surprise flashed across her face. “Alright,” she said, then added, “That’s good.” She didn’t appear to be deterred by the fact that I was twelve years older than her. Though, I couldn’t decide if perhaps she really was only interested in the job but was also very attracted to me and trying to resist temptation.

“Twenty-five...” I mulled it over aloud. “Are you very experienced?” I allowed the double-entendre to roll off my tongue, raising one eyebrow so she would understand my intent.

Emma cleared her throat and swallowed hard. “My qualifications speak for themselves. I believe you’ve reviewed them.”

Her crafty answer revealed nothing more than her willingness to continue with the masked seduction. A game of cat and mouse. I teased her. “Have you ever been in this position before?” I could think of a dozen positions I’d like to have her in, chiefly bent over my desk with my dick inside her.

Her hand fluttered to her chest, where she pinched the gold cross that dangled from a thin chain around her neck. “Uh... I’m not sure I understand the question.” She stuttered and breathed heavily, blinking rapidly. I had flustered her.

“Tell me about your previous positions.” I had her where I wanted her, face flushed, fidgeting in her seat. I stared her down—a lion eyeing its prey. She was on the menu and she knew it.

“Uh, Mr. Emmerson, I’m afraid I have to say this can only be professional.”

My hand rested on my lap beneath my desk, and I lightly brushed my thumb over my hardened dick. She had no idea what she was doing to me by playing hard to get. I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. No woman could mask the scent of arousal when her body let loose.

“Do you have any questions about the position?”

She shook her head and looked away, out the window. Distracting herself wouldn’t work any more than denying what she was feeling, but I could tell she wasn’t as experienced as me, though I didn’t know why. She was gorgeous. Women paid thousands of dollars to get their ass that perfect and round, and I had grabbed a good handful of Emma’s. It was one hundred percent natural, no booty lifts or fake booty inserts. Just thinking of it made me drool.

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