Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“One, Sir.”
“One? Are you telling me out of all the agencies we sent requests to, and the ads we took out, you were only able to vet eight potential nannies? Clara, are you fucking with me right now?” I know I am acting out of character, but how in the hell is this possible? I know I am a bit hard to please, but how the fuck is this possible?
“No Sir, I am not ‘fucking’ with you. Would you like for me to send her in sir?” she asks with a hint of annoyance at my use of such a vulgar word. I smirk.
Clara is like my mother. She has been with me since I opened this office, and never hesitates to tell me when I am being an ass. Looking out the window and gazing over my view 25 floors up, I ponder the direction my life is taking. I work far less hours than I used to. But as it stands, if I don’t find someone to watch my kids soon, I am going to be working even less. I am not sure my company and reputation can handle the fall out. Running my hands down my face, I take a deep breath before answering. Might as well get this disaster over and done with.
“Yea. Send her in Clara.” The irritation is clear in my voice as I close the folder of the girl I am to meet, before turning back towards the window. My back is still to the door when I hear it open and close. My senses flare. My nose is twitching as it locks onto something my cock seems to like very much.
“H-hello, Mister Phillips. I’m Delta. They said you were ready to see me?”
Holy hell. Her fucking voice is like a slow song that would be best sung in my embrace. Suddenly, my office doesn’t feel the same. It’s softer and less stuffy. The smells swirling around are sweet and tangy. My mouth begins to water, and I haven't even set my eyes on her yet. I have purposely not turned around, because somehow, I know my life is going to change once I do. Well, at least my cock knows it. My heart is going to need a bit more time to come to terms with the change.
Steeling myself, I spin my chair around and silently give thanks that I am already seated. She is a fucking Goddess. Sitting on the other side of my desk is my every fantasy come to life. There she sits with her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her pale blue eyes are looking at me as if I am the answer to everything in her life. When her lips part with a gasp, I swear my fucking vision blurs. Those lips are meant to open and close around my cock. Look. He knows it too. The fucker is trying to bust out of the zipper.
She looks very innocent. Unsoiled. It’s a pity, really. The moment she stepped foot in my office I was no longer in control. My body takes control of itself by getting up from the seat and moving towards her. Leaning against the side of my desk, I can’t stop the roughness of my voice as the one question that matters leaves my mouth.
“How old are you, little girl?” I ask her, hoping like hell she is at least eighteen. The problem is I don’t know that her being seventeen would stop me from destroying that little cherry. I falter a moment, not sure who or what I am right now. I told myself once I got custody of my kids, I would put my needs on hold. It meant no dating and definitely no fucking. So, what the hell is going on with the rest of me right now? Why is it demanding I do both and then some? And with a waif of a girl at that.
“Twenty.” She whispers, licking her lips after answering the question.
My jaw stiffens as my teeth grind against one another. Fuck! My fingers are twitching, demanding I walk up to her, pull that damn hair tie off, and run my fingers through her hair. Then grabbing a hold of her as I ravage her mouth. My body hasn’t been this coiled or tight since the damn custody suit. Right now, every part of me is on alert. My cock is standing at attention and demanding I acquire and show her who she belongs to. My hands need to touch every inch of her. My eyes have not stopped memorizing every nuance of her face, expressions, the glint in her eyes, and the fear in her grimace. My nose can smell the desire pooling beneath her. It is taking everything in me not to throw her on top of my desk and let my mouth determine the flavor between her legs.