Billionaire Daddy and Nanny 1(134)

I heard the creaking of the cabin as the wind buffered against it. I was afraid that it wouldn’t stand up to the abuse, but this place was built with the kind of eye for detail that was not seen these days.

My eyes were starting to get heavy. I couldn’t avoid going to bed. I knew that once under the covers that I would feel a profound sense of loss. Marshall’s words would strike me over and over again preventing me from finding eight hours of beauty sleep. I would toss and turn, twisting in the sheets and throwing them asunder onto the floor. That was something that I was expecting.

It was getting close to midnight and I’d finished almost half of that book before putting it down. I was ready to retire for the evening. The fire was dying out. I threw a couple of fresh logs on to keep it going. There was nothing like the warmth of a fire to make you feel like you were in the lap of luxury.

The crackling of the logs and the bearskin rug was a nice touch. I had assumed that it was a fake bearskin rug. There was no way that they would want the unnecessary publicity of animal cruelty. Everybody had a reason to complain about just about anything these days. Being politically correct was getting to be a headache. You had to be careful about what you said to any minority or even a man or woman who might take offense and throw sexual harassment in your face.

I had put down the book, drank the last of the wine and was headed towards the stairs. I was going by the door when there was a flash of winter lightning that illuminated a face in the window that made me jump out of my skin.



I saw the icicles on his nose and snow on his eyelids. He looked wild and untamed. Marshall was staring at me and I was slightly afraid of opening the door. His breath was steaming up the window. He licked his lips only to have it freeze on his face. I couldn’t let him stay out there, but bringing him in here was tantamount to lighting a fuse between us.

“I had some time to think about it. I’m still not very happy, but I want to give this a chance. I want to give us a chance. Do you think that you can open up the door before my hand freezes to the knob?” He sounded sincere. He wasn’t exactly dressed for the weather. He had his leather jacket on looking like a reject from rebel without a cause.

“I don’t know if I want you to come in. You really hurt me with what you said to me. I know that I had it coming, but it still didn’t feel very good.” I unlatched the lock and I opened the door to see him push past me and stamp out the snow on the mat by the door.

I was having a hard time pushing the door closed against the wind and he had to turn and give me a hand doing it. “I said some things that I regret. It was during the heat of the moment. I’m sure that if it wasn’t you that there would’ve been somebody else coming after me for my behavior. Lillian has every reason to hate me. I was terrified by the way that she was looking at me. I had to cut her loose, but I didn’t know that she would take it personally. I don’t like the role that you played in all of this.” Marshall took off his coat and the black and red flannel shirt underneath seemed a little out of place for his sophisticated taste.

He did look rugged, handsome and had the look of somebody that would be able to protect me from bears in the wild. I still couldn’t believe that he was here and that he had risked life and limb to follow me here.

“You should take that off,” I said the words before realizing the connotation behind them. “You’re soaking wet and you need to warm up your body by the fire.” I was waiting with bated breath, licking my lips seductively and staring into his eyes.

“I know your game. You want me to get naked, but I’m not going to fall for that.” I was a bit disappointed that he wasn’t willing to play along.

“I can turn around if you want. I’m not sure that I would’ve taken you for somebody that was shy. There’s more to you than meets the eye. I learned that the hard way.” I turned away. I heard the rustle of clothing and I had no choice but to sneak a peek.

His strong and muscular back tapered down to an ass that was sculpted for my pleasure. They were round and delicious. He hadn’t even taken off his pants, but he was about to when he glanced in my direction and gave me a smirk of approval.

“I think that we can dispense with the pretense that you’re not going to look. I don’t mind an audience. I didn’t make myself this way so that I couldn’t be admired. I’m sure that you feel the same way when you get those salacious stares from a strange man on the street. You might feign disgust, but underneath, I’m sure that you enjoy the attention.” It wasn’t right that he could read me that well.