Chapter 17
Roger
It was Monday. The morning after Danielle started her first day as the concierge. I deliberately left my lunch schedule open so I could check in and see how she was doing. I rode my elevator down into the lobby, spotted Rita sitting at the manager’s desk, and made a beeline right for her.
“So, how’s she doing? Is she great?” I asked, without salutation.
Rita looked at me, a smile quivering on the corner of her lips.
“Who?” She asked.
“You know damn well who, Rita! Danielle!”
Her smile broadened.
“She is doing…”
“Yes? Yes?”
“Very well, Roger.”
“I knew it!” I exclaimed, though my sigh of relief sounded like a punctured paper bag. Rita giggled at me.
“She is young, definitely, and inexperienced,” she said, “but I bet, within a few weeks, she’ll be like an old pro. And given a few years, she could be the best of the best.”
“That’s good,” I said, feeling warm and mellow. Had part of me been worried that I’d been thinking too much with my dick rather than my brain, and that Danielle might not be qualified? Perhaps part of me. A very small, businesslike part of me.
Rita seemed to have read my mind, for a second later she said, “Don’t worry, Roger. Your dick made a good decision this time.”
I scowled at her, but was saved coming up with a retort because at that moment, Danielle arrived.
“Roger!” She said, rushing over to leap into my arms. “It’s going wonderfully!”
“So I’ve heard,” I replied, loving the way her cheeks were glowing and her eyes were bright. “Rita hasn’t been working you too hard, then?”
“Of course not! I’m happy to work. There’s so much to learn. It’s incredible, being in this city! So much to do…”
She trailed off as something behind me caught her eye. “Veronica?” She said to herself, frowning. Then she looked to me and said, “I’ll be right back.”
Then she marched towards the lobby.
My eyes followed after her. I wanted to catch a glimpse of this ‘Veronica’ I’d been hearing so much about. However, it wasn’t meant to be, for at that moment Rita decided to bring something up that was so much more important.
“So, you hired a new nanny yet for Maggie?”
“No,” I sighed. “To be honest, I haven’t even started looking. I’ll just never be able to replace her.”
Rita smiled, then clapped a hand to my shoulder. “I know you’re bummed, Roger, but you need to get on this. I’ll start looking, and send you anyone that looks promising. Okay?”
“Thanks. What would I do without you?”
“Crumble and burn,” she said with a wink, and then returned to her work.
In the meantime, I set off to rejoin Danielle.
I found her a moment later, rushing back towards me and looking rather flustered. She got about halfway to me before exclaiming, “My purse!” and dashing back into the crowd. I waited for her, smiling, until she returned.
“You got everything there, sweetheart? Head still attached then?”
She rolled her eyes. “Sorry, but it has been a crazy sort of day. And now there’s something going on with Veronica…”
“Ah, yes. So what did she want? Are you two fighting again?”
“No! And that’s the strangest thing. She didn’t seem to want anything. She said she just showed up to congratulate me on the new job. It was so weird…”
“What, is she not usually happy for you when something good happens?”
From what little I had heard about Veronica, that wouldn’t have surprised me.
“No, she usually is. It’s just that, normally, she’d insist we go celebrate, get drunk somewhere, that sort of thing. But today, she was all stiff and formal…I don’t know. Maybe she’s intimidated by all my sudden success?”
From any other person, this would have come out sounding snotty and arrogant. But Danielle was so genuinely concerned that it ended up sounding sweet. I wrapped her into a hug.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about her,” I said. “You’ve got enough on your plate. Now, do you have time for lunch?”
She squirmed. “I don’t know…I have so much work to do…”
“Come on, Danielle. Just a quick one.”
She gave me a knowing, sensual look. “With you, Roger, nothing is quick.”
At which point we both chuckled, and I gave her a kiss. This seemed to decide for her, for she at last agreed to eat with me, and we had a brief but pleasant meal at the hotel’s restaurant. Afterwards, she dashed off to work, and I ambled, feeling warm and stupid, to yet another business meeting.
That night, I found Maggie working studiously at the kitchen table when I got home – a sight which pleased me, for I was worried she might lapse back into her previous bad behavior without a nanny there. She greeted me with a kiss, and then asked how Danielle was doing.
“Very well, I think. A bit frazzled, perhaps.”
Maggie laughed. “She’ll get used to it. I know she can do it. I’m really glad you hired her, dad.”
“Me, too,” I said. “And don’t worry. I am looking for another nanny. And I’ll do my best to make sure she’s good.”
Maggie sighed, gave me a knowing look, but didn’t respond. She went back to working on her homework while I organized dinner.
That night, as I lay in bed, I found myself thinking about Danielle’s joke. With you, Roger, nothing is quick. This got me wondering about actually being fast – having a quickie while she was at work, for example. The pair of us in a broom closet, clinging tight to each other because there’s no room, with me thrusting as hard and fast as I could manage, for we would have only minutes before we were caught…
My hand snaked down beneath my sheets, and greeted my erection. I began to stroke, thinking all the while of sneaking off with Danielle, working for that lightning cum shot…
* * *
I overslept that morning, and it was actually Maggie who had to come in and wake me up. Her mumbles about me needing a nanny instead of her followed her all the way out the door, while I apologized and jumped out of bed.
After a quick shower and a bite to eat, I was ready for work and headed downstairs. I’d been spending so much time with Danielle lately (and slacking off at work because of it) that I had approximately a million and one things to do, and the morning passed in a harried blur. I wanted to go see Danielle for lunch, and it took all of my self-control to keep myself seated at my desk. Rita came in a few times to refresh my coffee and drop envelops on my desk, but she didn’t say anything. I guess she knew how distracted I was.
At last, the day dragged on to a close, limping past the finish line like a hobbled horse. I was just wrapping things up when my cellphone buzzed.
Huh, I thought. That’s weird. I didn’t recognize the number, and this was my private line. Only a select few people – like Danielle, Maggie, and Rita, for example – had it. Normally, the tidal waves on unknown calls were taken on my business line. Too tired to be curious, I clicked the button to answer.
“Hello?”
“Hello? Mr. Roger Clifton?” It was a woman’s voice, young and sweet.
“Speaking.”
“Hi! I’m terribly sorry, but I’m afraid you missed an interview with me this afternoon – for the nanny position? We were supposed to meet, and I didn’t know what to do when you didn’t show up…”
“Interview?” I echoed. What was she talking about? “I don’t remember any interview. Are you sure you had the right time?”
“Yes, sir. 2 o’clock today. I’ve got it written down.”
I glanced at my watch. Six p.m. Wow. I couldn’t believe how I could have forgotten. I guess my thoughts of Danielle really were clouding my brain.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I’ve just been so busy, it must have slipped my mind. Perhaps we can reschedule? Say, tomorrow at noon – ”
“Can you do tonight?”
Her interruption was sudden and blunt, and I could sense that, for whatever reason, this was really important to her.
“Uh, I’m not sure…”
“Please, sir. I reorganized my whole day for this interview. I could meet you at your place, if that works? Make it nice and easy?”
“Uh…”
I hesitated. I didn’t like feeling rushed, or meeting people at home, but obviously, I had been rude to this girl, and her eagerness was undeniable. Plus, I thought, if she comes to the suite she’ll be able to meet Maggie straight away. See if it’s a good match.
“Alright,” I said. “Go to the Clifton Hotel and ask for Rita at the manager’s desk. She’ll send you up.”
“Oh, thank you sir!” She said. “I’ll see you soon!”
With a rustle and a click, she hung up.
I sighed, thinking that this day could not possibly get any longer, and left my office. As I rode the elevator up, my thoughts kept switching from Danielle, and what a good nanny she was, to this new girl, wondering why on earth it was so important to interview tonight.