“Well?”
“Sorry! Thank you. I’m twenty nine. It’s my birthday today.”
I could feel myself flushing as I shifted around in my chair.
“Oh, Happy Birthday, Miss Black!” he said warmly.
“Thank you.”
“Well, we can run through some of your duties.”
A dull ache throbbed between my legs as I studied his face. He crossed his legs revealing the bare skin of his ankle. I swallowed noisily and looked at his impressive crotch.
Every pore of him oozed charisma and sex appeal.
“Yes, that would be great,” I replied, taking out a notebook and pen.
I had to keep looking away from him. My hands were shaking noticeably.
He cleared his throat and smoothed his dark blue tie with long fingers. I studied his manicured nails and noticed his platinum wedding band. He twisted the ring nervously.
“First and foremost, you will be required to prepare all meals as required by myself and my children, Scarlett and Jasper. Most of the cleaning will be done by Marcia. She comes in during the week from 10am to 3pm. Marcia was helping me out but her husband is in ill health so it became too much for her. Also you will be required to take my children to school and back and anywhere else they might want to go. Any questions so far?”
“No, that all sounds fairly straight forward.”
“I will give you some menu suggestions but I will leave things up to you. A credit card will be issued to you so that you can make any purchases that are required. I will show you to your living quarters, Miss Black. Have we met before? You seem really familiar.”
“I don’t think so, but maybe,” I lied.
He does recognise me!
Zachary took my small case from me and I followed him down a hallway and up two sets of stairs. I struggled to keep up with his enormous strides. His rear view looked sexy too in his grey perfectly-tailored trousers. I obviously checked out his behind and it looked very pert.
We came to a stop outside the first door on the left of the hallway.
“Here you go, Miss Black.”
He opened the door and stood aside for me to enter the room. I stepped into a lovely bedroom with an en-suite bathroom.
The colours of the room were warm plum complemented by a soft grey. It felt feminine and welcoming. The room looked out over the front of the house.
There was a top of the range black Range Rover Sport, a silver Aston Martin DB9 and a white Audi A5 Cabriolet.
My inner tomboy reared its head as my mouth watered at the car porn. I looked at the personalised number plates on the Range Rover and Aston Martin which both referenced his name.
“The en-suite has everything you should need,” he told me, opening the door and switching on the light.
Our eyes met in a large mirror. I didn’t break his heated gaze. After a few silent moments, he switched the light back off and moved back into the bedroom.
“Well, I hope you will be very comfortable here and I would like to welcome you into our home,” he said, shaking my hand with a firm grip.
“Beautiful, stunning and gorgeous,” I told him.
“I beg your pardon?” he asked looking confused.
“Your house, your cars, you,” I whispered.
What the hell did I just say?
“Thank you, Miss Black,” he replied, flushing slightly.
My god! Is it hot in here or is it just him!
He stood holding my hand gently as something passed between us. His eyes seem to burn into me. Neither one of us dropped the other’s hand and I had an overwhelming urge to pull him to me and kiss him. I glanced down at his crotch. He looked very well endowed and very aroused. Christ, I was beyond aroused. I wanted him so very badly.
I glanced at the bed and imagined us together on it. His lips kissing my neck before he continued down my body. I felt myself again flushing with wanting. Releasing my hand, he coughed and looked at me with a puzzled expression. He again stared at my breasts.
“Miss Black, your blouse is undone,” he mumbled, raking a hand through his thick hair.
It was a gesture I had seen him do before and it had the same effect on me.
I wanted him like I had never wanted anyone in my life!
Looking down, I saw that the top two buttons had popped open revealing my lacy black barely-there bra. Heat rushed to my face.
Oh my god!
“I’m so sorry! These bad boys have a mind of their own,” I told him, quickly buttoning my blouse up.
“It’s ok. As views go, it was pretty spectacular!” he whispered.
He smiled at me then quickly left the room.
After he had gone, I exhaled loudly. This was going to harder than I thought. In more ways than one! I looked around my plush bedroom and unpacked my modest belongings. My phone beeped with a text alert.
“How are things progressing, Black?”