That night, alone in my apartment, my mind wanders over the events of the day. The highlight was definitely meeting Wes. He’s like my ultimate fantasy. My ultimate wet dream.

I pour myself a glass of wine and dial Kelsey’s number.

“So, how did it go?” she asks.

“It went great.”

“Is he as hot as Mr. Wilson?”

“Hotter,” I say, giggling.

“Oh, come on. You’ve never met Mr. Wilson.”

“Well, you’ve never met Wes Eastwood.”

“Wes, that’s a cute name.”

“It’s nothing compared to the man it belongs to, Kelsey. Believe me, this guy is like your ultimate fantasy.”

“Oh, sure.”

“Really. And he’s single too.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Go ahead, google him. He’s pretty famous.”

I wait while Kelsey types Wes’s name into her computer. When I hear her scream in excitement, I know she’s found the right guy.

“That’s right,” I say. “That’s my new employer.”

“You’re getting paid to hang out with that?” she cries.

“I sure am.”

“Holy crap, girl. You weren’t kidding. How is that man single?”

“I have no idea, but I’m not complaining. Not that I’m intending on anything happening.”

“Oh, believe me. If he’s single, something’s happening.”

“Not necessarily. Not all guys make a move on their nanny.”

“When they look like you, they do.”

“Now you’re just flattering me.”

Kelsey laughs, then I hear her doorbell ring.

“Girl, I gotta run,” she says. “That’s my date.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you had a date.”

“Well, you don’t know everything about me.”

“But I do know you’re a virgin,” I say, laughing before hanging up.

My phone buzzes with a text from Kelsey.

“That’s a secret,” she says.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” I text back.

I look out the window at the beautiful city view. I love living in Manhattan, and the view at night is one of my favorite things about it. It’s not cheap, but all those lights go a long ways in making up for the high rents. I take a sip of my wine and lean my forehead against the glass. I wonder what it would be like to live in a building like the Avalon. I had a little tour of the apartment after the interview. That apartment is like a luxury hotel. There was a swimming pool. A guest quarters complete with it’s own spa and dressing room. There was another pool out on the balcony, as well as a hot tub. I honestly never knew there were places like that in the world.

I’m sitting on the windowsill. It’s my favorite nook. I sit here all the time. In the mornings I sip coffee and flick through magazines. In the evenings I sip wine and look at the city skyline.

My mind wanders to my grandfather and the surgery he needs, and I think back on that auction website before pushing it from my mind. There’s no point even thinking a thing like that.

Both Kelsey and I had filled out profiles, but I was sure it would go nowhere. I mean, I still wasn’t even sure it was a real thing and not just some silly joke website.

Besides, I had a job now.

A job working for Wes. He’s a guy a girl could seriously fall for. I already know it won’t be long before I’m completely in love with him. It’s a terrible idea, a recipe for heartache, because there’s no way that high-powered billionaire is going to fall for his nanny.

I sigh.

I’m going to spend my days looking after Wes’s kid, and I’m going to spend my nights fantasizing about him.

I picture his face, his lush, full lips and deep, intense eyes. I picture his perfect hair, his strong jaw and sexy stubble. I imagine the chest and ab muscles that I know were under his shirt. What would it be like if he took off that shirt? What if he’d told me to go into his bedroom so that he could complete the interview more thoroughly?

I’d have done anything he asked.

I’d have waited for him, naked in his bed, with a blindfold on, putting myself completely at his mercy.

In real life I’m such a control freak, but in my fantasies I just want to give up all control, all power, to this sexy beast of a man.

I want him to strip me naked and chain my wrists and ankles to the four posts of his bed. I want him to put his head between my thighs, where no man’s mouth has ever been, and slide his tongue between the lips of my quivering, desperate pussy. I want his tongue inside me. I want his lips sucking on my clit. I want to feel his lips kissing my navel, kissing my nipples, breathing in the fragrance of my perfume on my neck.

Then I want him to rise up over me and put his cock in front of my mouth.

“Suck it,” he’d say.

And I’d open my mouth and let his delicious tip slide between my lips and rest on my tongue. It would be the first time I tasted a man’s cock, and oh, what a perfect man to give my first time to.

I’d open my mouth and let him slide his cock all the way into my throat. He could slide it back and forth along my tongue until the pleasure brought him right over the edge. His cum would spill into my mouth and I’d swallow every last drop.

Then he’d kiss my mouth, tasting himself on my lips, knowing that I was his and that he could do whatever he wanted with me.

“You’re a virgin,” he’d say and I’d nod.

“By my first,” I’d say.

He’d lower his body down over mine, pressing his naked flesh against mine, and his cock would stiffen between my thighs. The heat of my pussy, the wetness between my lips, would tempt his cock into me, and the moment his cock entered me, I’d cry out his name. He’d cry out mine too, because he’d know how much this meant to me. It would mean the world to both of us.

He’d fuck me slowly and gently, and when he came, he’d look right into my eyes.

I’ve been touching myself as I think all this. My pussy is soaking with desire as I lean against the window, completely oblivious to whether or not anyone in the street below can see what I’m doing.

As I picture Wes cumming inside me, I climax, and the orgasm rushes through me so deliciously that I really do moan his name.

“Wes,” I moan. “Wes, I’m yours now. You’ve claimed me. You’ve claimed my first, and from now on I can only be yours.”