Beth
I need him. That’s all there is to it. I think about him nonstop. I think about the way he touched me in his car. The firm but gentle touch of his hand. How he took control of every aspect of my body as though he was staking claim to it. Apparently my body didn’t mind because it responded just the way he wanted it to. White hot heat escaped my sex, drenching my panties with desire. I was ready to give him my world and become his right then and there.
I have to make him realize that I’m the one for him, not Parker. She’s too wrapped up in her own little world. She barely knows he exists. She’s never the one who’s home with the children, he is. Trent needs a woman who will take care of his needs. I can do that. I can be the mom that those children need.
I need to find a way to spend as much time in that house with the kids as possible. They have to grow attached to me, so Trent can see that I can be the woman and mother for his children that he needs. I call Parker. Surprisingly, she answers.
“Hey, Parker, it’s Beth,” I announce, even though she has my number on speed dial.
“How are you doing, Beth? I was just getting ready to call you.” Her voice is a combination of annoyance and disdain.
“Oh?”
“Yes. I have several fundraisers I’ve agreed to host. They’re going to take up a lot of my time. I was hoping you could be a more permanent fixture in the household.”
“What do you mean?” This could be just what I was hoping for!
“I was hoping you’d be willing to nanny every day after school and sometimes on the weekend when Trent can’t be here. I know it’s a lot to ask. I’m sure you have a social life, but I figured you could use some extra spending money.”
Holy crap! This couldn’t have gone better if I had planned it. “It’s so funny you’re asking me this because I was calling to see if I could pick up more hours.” I don’t try to hide the huge smile on my face.
“Does that mean you’ll do it?”
“Absolutely! When do you want me to start?”
“How about tomorrow?” Parker has very little enthusiasm in her voice. It’s as though she’s reading the paper while talking to me, very monotone.
“That’s perfect. Thank you so much, Parker. And don’t worry. Your children are in good hands!” I hang up the phone, excited about the possibility that things could be going my way soon. A small pang of guilt starts to gnaw away at my stomach that I’m breaking up a family and that I’m backstabbing Parker. Then I remember that she’s the one throwing away her family. She’s the one putting the charities and other people before those who should be her first priority.
With a brilliant smile plastered on my face I text Trent to see what sort of response I get.
Me: Hey, thank you so much for allowing me to be your nanny in the afternoons. I’m very excited about this opportunity.
Trent responds almost immediately.
Trent: What do you mean?
I give myself a high five. Another opportunity to drive a wedge between them.
Me: Parker didn’t tell you? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.
Trent: Didn’t tell me what?
Me: She has a bunch of work coming up and she’s going to need me there more often. I’ll be there almost every day.
There’s no response for almost ten minutes. My guess is he’s calling Parker to find out what’s going on.
Trent: We need to talk. Meet me at the coffee shop on Bowdoin Street in thirty minutes.
This day is getting better and better. Trent is now asking to see me! I glance at my watch. Four-thirty. Mom won’t be home for another hour and a half. I have plenty of time.
I run to the bathroom to freshen my makeup and pull a brush through my hair. I look at my attire and decide to change into something a little more form fitting. It’s hard to be sexy when it’s so stinking cold outside.
I choose a sweater that hugs my breasts, skinny jeans, and long leather boots. I observe myself in the mirror again and am satisfied with the look. Mature, sexy, and provocative. Just what I was going for. Trent needs to see me as a woman, not a seventeen year old. A prominent attorney can’t have a child on his arm. He needs a woman like me who will have the men envious that I’m not with them.
When I get to the coffee shop, Trent is waiting in the back corner. He’s eyeing his watch as though he’s in a hurry. I saunter over to him, catching the eye of every male in the place. Even the women are checking me out. Trent looks up at me when I’m about five feet from him. He looks me up and down several times before his eyes settle on my breasts.
Perfect.
I stop directly in front of him while his gaze lingers exactly where I want it to. I don’t stop him or try to redirect his attention. I want him to imagine his mouth covering my nipples and how good they would feel in his hands. Parker’s A cups have nothing on these perky lumps.
Finally, he looks up at me and then stands. “Please, sit.” Trent takes a sip of his coffee, presumably an attempt to hide the drool that’s just puddled.
“You look handsome today. How’s work going?” I strategically make him the center of attention. Lord knows he’s not getting of it at home.
“Fine, thank you. Look, you can’t nanny for us.”
I pout my lips. “What do you mean? Parker seemed excited about it.”
“She is, but you need to tell her you can’t do it.”
“Why would I do that?”
Trent leans in closer. “Because I’m asking. No, I’m begging you not to. I can’t control myself when I’m around you. I have a family and a career. As much as I’m attracted to you…we just can’t. Please tell her no.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t. I need the money.” I lean back in my chair, hanging on to the sides of it, causing my arms to squeeze my breasts together.
“I’ll send you money every month to cover the gas and insurance on your car. Please.” Trent looks truly terrified.
I lean forward again so no one can hear what we’re talking about. “I can’t do it. I miss you. I need to be close to you. This is the only way without raising suspicion. I know you want me as much as I do you. I can see it in your eyes, the way you look at me. Your body responds to me in a way that it doesn’t for Parker. We need each other.”
“Please hear what I’m saying. We. Can’t. Do. This.” Trent stands up and leaves me sitting at the table wondering what the hell just happened.
He exits the building. He seems so determined to not let this happen between us. But his actions tell a different story. His body language is defying him. Perhaps I just need to reassure him that what is going on between us isn’t wrong. Age is merely a number. Everything about me screams woman, even my desire to be his wife and mother of his children. No other girls I know want to start a family. They all want to go to the mall, shop, and date lots of boys. There is only one man for me. I just need to help him realize that this is right for both of us.