Page 24 of Nanny for the Bossy Billionaire

But, at the end of the day, beggars can’t be choosers. I really don’t have a choice. I’m going to have to stay here, whatever that entails.

8

REID

What was I thinking bringing Naomi into my home? I could have very easily gotten her a hotel room, but no. Instead, I decided to bring her home. Straight into my living space.

Where I will now be with her…All. The. Time.

Great job, Reid. Good idea!

It’s just that seeing her sitting there on the side of the road so broken…all I wanted to do was comfort her. I wanted to pick her up and let her cry into my neck, hug her, hold her, make her feel better.

Since I couldn’t do any of that, the next best thing was to bring her home with me. I needed her close to know that she was fine.

Well, let’s just say that that decision has proven torturous. It’s only been a week and I feel like I’m going to explode with sexual tension. The crazy thing is that she hasn’t done anything overtly sexy. Apparently, her simply existing is a turn-on for me.

Now that she lives in my house, I get to see her more relaxed. I’ve learned that she likes to go braless when she’s at home, mostly wearing tank tops and tight T-shirts. Her breasts…God, her breasts. Every night at the dinner table she sits across from me and I am always painfully hard under the table as they rise and fall with every breath she takes.

That’s not all. She wears these cropped shorts that I’m pretty sure she made by taking scissors to a pair of sweats. I never thought such a thing would drive me crazy, but it does.

However, what really did it for me the most was when I ran into her in the kitchen a couple of days ago in the middle of the night. She was wearing a sky blue satin robe that was so short I could see the curve of her perky cheeks peeking out from underneath as I walked in on her reaching for something on a high shelf.

I chubbed out immediately in my pajamas. As I was adjusting myself she turned around and saw everything. I would’ve been embarrassed if not for the way her eyes lingered at my crotch while she bit her lip.

Afraid of what I might do, I practically turned and ran from the room, the glass of water I sought quickly… forgotten.

It has occurred to me a few times to go out and find someone to take my sexual frustrations out on. I don’t mean to sound vain, but I’ve never had any problems in that department. However, for some reason, I don’t want anyone but Naomi. No one else will be able to scratch that itch. Also, it’s weird, but I feel like if I hooked up with someone else I would be cheating on her.

CRAZY!

We aren’t even seeing each other. We haven’t even verbally acknowledged our attraction to each other, and I feel this kind of loyalty toward her?

At some point I’m going to have to bite the bullet and get laid by someone else. Otherwise, I fear I might pounce on Naomi.

Although I don’t think she would protest all that much, that can’t happen. First of all, I’m so much older than she is. It’s creepy, and the creepy quotient goes up when you take into consideration that I am her boss and she works as my son’s caretaker. The power dynamic there is astronomical. How can I even be sure that she wants me and isn’t influenced by the power I wield over her?

All of this is doing my head in. I’m just going to have to keep my distance from her as much as I can. If all I do is fantasize about her, at least that’s private. If I’m not around her then I can’t do anything stupid, and that’s my goal.

Today I had to work late. I walk back into the house at 8 o’clock, and the first thing I do is head up to Ethan’s room to check on him.

I’m surprised to find he isn’t in bed.

I hear the TV coming from the media room. I head in that direction. When I open the door, Ethan is sitting right in front of the TV watching cartoons while Naomi sits off to the side flipping through a magazine.

“What’s going on here?” I ask.

“Uh-oh,” Naomi says, and Ethan giggles.

I look at my son. “Young man, it’s way past your bedtime. Off with you.”

Ethan scrambles to his feet and tries to run past me. I bend down and scoop him off the floor before he makes it out of the room. I pepper his face with kisses then put him down and let him run off to his room.

Once Naomi and I are alone, I close the door, and walk towards her slowly. “What’s the meaning of all this?”

“Nothing. He said he wanted to watch TV before bed. I didn’t see the harm in it. So I let him.”

“You let him? How could you do that? How could you let him break the rules?”

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