CHAPTER 3
Mary
“Yes. Growing up,” I reply.
I’m still in a bit of a daze from everything. My life’s been flipped upside down these last few weeks and the wild animal adventures this morning were just the icing on the cake. Being chased a quarter mile down the road by a bear was the least likely way I expected my morning to begin, but since I saw him did it ever take a turn for the better.
He has this way about him that’s very confident yet relaxed at the same time. The building he works out of isn’t overly big and it’s definitely not intimidating. It’s made of logs and has more of a wood cabin type of feel, but there’s something more to it. Everything is perfectly in place like someone who values control and order. Someone powerful, like him.
I’m a bit of an introvert, but normally I can form sentences and carry on a normal conversation. Not right now. Right not I’m at a complete loss for words.
Maybe part of it is the age difference. He looks to be in incredible shape, but something tells me he’s a good decade older than me, maybe even fifteen years older.
But with that age he’s obviously mastered the art of being calm, cool, and collected. Three things I am anything but right now.
I’m sweating bullets but my back, chest and forehead aren’t the only things that are wet right now.
I’ve never had this kind of reaction to a guy before. Not this quickly.
I’ve seen some really good-looking guys in college, but the connection was never so instant. With good-looking younger guys I almost expect them to ruin it when they open their mouths. They usually want to brag about how much beer they can drink or their success with women. Two things that turn me completely off.
But he’s turning me completely on, yet he hasn’t said much. Just a simple greeting a bit mysterious his seems so powerful with me sitting in front of his desk and him there behind it, knowing he’s about to ask me whatever he wants.
But I’ve got some questions of my own.
Is he married? I don’t see any pictures on his desk.
How come I never heard of him before? The town is small, it’s strange that he could go undetected.
What does he look like…with that suit off? His clothes are obviously expensive and tailored, but the real suit I want to see him in is his birthday suit, especially after catching a glimpse of his groin area earlier.
Oh my god was that thing huge. And it wasn’t exactly at rest either.
Was that because of me? Or is there something going on between him and Bunny? Bunny seems about right because she looks like a Playboy bunny. She’s definitely a head turner and the old adage about a businessman and his secretary could certainly be true in this case.
But I don’t think it is. I didn’t sense a dynamic between them, nor anything in either of their voices when they addressed each other. I don’t know either of them, but something tells me their relationship is strictly professional, as I would assume it would be with me if I were to get the position.
But there are a lot of unprofessional positions I’d prefer he put me in.
What is wrong with me? Why am I having these thoughts? I’m supposed to be here to interview for a nanny position for Pete’s sake. To take care of a small child, not to lust after their perfect papa.
I bet his wife is just as successful as he is. That’s why they need a nanny. They’re probably a power couple and I’ll be nothing more than the help.
I really need to temper my enthusiasm down right now, and thinking like that should be an easy way to do it.
But it’s not working. I’m just so attracted to him. Something about the way he carries himself makes me want to carry myself right over there behind his desk and then sit on his lap.
Was saving myself for the right guy the wrong move? I’ve waited my entire life for my first time and maybe all this waiting is just making me that much hornier now.
But I’ve never been this turned on. Ever.
I remember meeting lots of girls in college who just decided to “get it out of the way” first semester. They often regretted their decisions. I definitely don’t want to regret anything in life, especially not that.
Call me crazy, but I still think there’s one guy out there for me and I want him to be my first and my one and only.
I just never thought my body was going to react to a guy I met on a job interview on a morning I was chased by a bear.
Maybe the whole life and death thing is getting to me. The excitement you feel right after you have a near death experience. That must be it.
But that bear never really had a chance. Sure he was big and scary, but he never got closer than five feet to me. Five feet is awful close though. Except right now.
There must be five feet separating where he’s sitting and where I’m sitting and it feels like the deepest darkest ocean could fit in-between.
I just want to feel his touch again. To look into his eyes. To smell his deep, woodsy scent. He smells like success and he smells like a man.
And the way his broad shoulders fill out that Savile Row suit made of Italian fabric there’s no doubt that he’s all man. Or should I say beast?
Boys my age get big from lifting weight and eating tons of protein. He’s a fully developed man. This is simply him. At his age he is who he is. He’s not developing himself into something, which also means he’s not like the guys you see at university who use steroids, HGH, and whatever other drugs are out there to get big, only to return to their normal size a few weeks later.
And I definitely don’t have to worry about size with him. He’s not only big in the shoulders and chest, but that bulge in his pants and the size of his shoes tell me he’s big all over.
Just being around him makes me feels so feminine, so small. I could eat breakfast burritos, avocado toast, and Ben and Jerry’s ice cream everyday for a year and still look like a waify fashion model next to him. Like a twig next to a Redwood.
“So you like being around children?” he asks, snapping me back from my point blank stair.
“I love kids, yes.”
“What about babies?” he asks.
“Babies. Kids. Children of all kinds. I absolutely love and adore them.”
His eyes narrow so much he’s squinting in this room full of light as he looks at me.
Without taking his eyes off mine he reaches for a piece of paper on his desk. He wads it up and tosses it in the wastebasket, his eyes never flinching.
“Let me introduce you to Mikey.”