The Knot and A Not

The Knot and A Not
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Babysitters are a sore spot for me. I have two kids who need somebody to look after them when my husband and I are away. I have had three babysitters in the best and all of them were great. However, after hearing my friends’ stories about how their husbands are having a “party” with the babysitter whenever they are not home, I started feeling vicariously traumatized. I recently told my husband that JUST to be on the safe side, I think we are better off having a male baby sitter. Anyway, my kids are two boys—-Trance and Ken.

My husband never argued with me about the matter. He is very understanding when it comes to most cases and for that, I am immensely grateful. After that conversation, we started placing ads for a male nanny. He was the one who conducted the interview since I was busy. What started out as 15 applicants boiled down to 1—-Matt Edwards.

My husband said that he chose him because he seems really nice, has great experience, and he seems “kid friendly”. I trust my husband’s judgment on most things so I didn’t dig deeper about the nanny. As long as he does the job really well and that he treats my boys nicely, then we’re fine.

I was getting dressed for work when the doorbell rang. My husband left a few minutes ago. Thinking he must have left something, I didn’t bother with a robe. I was wearing a rose colored chemise with no bra and my underwear. I opened the door and instead of my husband, it was a very handsome young man who stood there.

“Yes?”

“Good morning. You must be Mrs. Cay. I’m Matt Edwards.”

“Hi Matt. Please come in.” Just then, his eyes went over my body and I realized that I was scantily dressed. “Please sit down. I’m just gonna grab a robe.” I went upstairs in a flash but I could have sworn that his gaze followed me all the way up. Truth be told, that added an extra oomph to my every step. It’s crazy, I know. I returned a second later, now wearing a robe. Perfect timing because the kids just woke up and I introduced them to Matt. They seem to like him from what I can see and so I proceeded to say a couple of reminders to him. After that, I went upstairs to fix myself for the day.

I don’t know why but I suddenly felt all giddy as I continued dressing up. I wore a mauve wrap around dress, donned my nude pumps, and sprayed my favorite Chanel Chance hair fragrance. I feel like a goddamn teenager but I don’t care. I swiped red gloss on my lips and made my way downstairs. I bid my boys goodbye and went to work. Still, I felt Matt’s gaze as I walked away.

I jokingly talked about this to a colleague. “No. Not your babysitter!”

“Why not?” I asked innocently.

“Stop acting like you don’t know.” She countered.

“Fine. So he looked at me in a very odd, lusty way but it doesn’t mean I’m gonna act on it. Stop being too prissy.”

“I’m not being prissy. I am trying to be the voice of reason.”

“Okay, Reese. I won’t mess up with him. Besides, I love Roy.”

“That’s great to hear Vicky.”

I looked at her and smiled. What does she know? Reese is a 35 year old virgin and still single. She does not appreciate the many complicated facets of relationships or marriage for that matter. Anyway, maybe it’s just hormones. I’ll get past this.

I went home around 6 pm, but I was still scheduled to do some office work at home. My husband is not yet home, probably still with the boys for some beers. I got out of my pumps and went to check out the kids, who are still in their rooms. I decided to make some chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes for dinner. Sounds fancy right, but yeah I can cook.

Dinner went smoothly and I must admit that I felt really great knowing that my kids loved the food. I must also admit that I felt even better when Matt Edwards complimented the dessert that I made for them. Oh simple joys. Every time our eyes come in contact, I cannot help but flush. This turned out to be one of the days that I wished I was still single. Damn.

There is something about the way he looks at me that excites me and frightens me at the same time. Although that’s a bit weird considering that he is so much younger than me. I cleaned up the dishes after dinner. At least that me gave me time to avoid him. However, the mundane task just made me think about him all the more. He went down to the kitchen again to get something to drink. My back automatically stiffened. Weird I know.

After my kitchen tasks, I went to my mini office downstairs to do some of my work. I started slowly, removing first all thoughts of the young man who has been bothering my mind practically all day. I was able to get back to my normal pace a few minutes later. I went through several emails and notices from my secretary.

Just then, the door swung open. It was Matt.

“Mrs. Cay…”

“Yes, Matt?”

He closed the door and in three strides he was in front of me. “I’m quitting, Mrs. Cay.”

I stopped looking at my monitor and looked up at him. “Quitting? But why?”

“I have to. I really have to. I have never been so attracted to any of my female bosses before. I don’t think I’ll be able to function really well while thinking about your long legs and your lips.”

“I, I don’t know what to say.”

I gripped his hand and kissed his fingertips. He responded by sliding his fingers inside my mouth. He has big rugged hands—-rough hands that I find irresistible. I cannot believe I am actually doing this. It’s very, very naughty.

His other hand found the neckline of my blouse and started massaging the bit of flesh that was exposed there. As he ran his fingers near my chest, I had this sudden urge to rip off my clothes and make him suck my nipples. He touched me like an experienced man, his knuckles sending shivers down my spine.

He caressed my neck and I surrendered to his touch, loving how eager he is to explore me. My face is only inches away from between his legs and I really, really wanted to bury my face there. I touched that area tentatively, not wanting to be too bold. I was so tensed thinking I might scare him if I go too far. I lightly moved my fingertips on his fly and to my amazement, I felt him responding to my feather light touch. “You can touch me, Mrs. Cay–if you want to.”

I licked my bottom lip as he took my hand and led me to touch him even more. He moved my hand up and down his hardness, as if I was his girlfriend. The thought excited me more than what was safe. My touch became more and more sensual, reaching a point where I want to rip his pants off and just squeeze him like crazy.

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Product Details
File Size: 241 KB
Print Length: 30 pages
Fortmat: ePub
Features: Flowing text
Language: English

Price(USD): $0.95

The Knot and A Not