Chapter 7
Roger
The whole rest of the day I was distracted. I stared off into the distance at business meetings, was late for an interview with the board, and all in all acted like a sloppy intern rather than the head of a large hotel conglomerate. Not that it mattered much though. Since Victoria’s death, I had been maintaining, really. Since I’d worked so hard in the beginning to make sure my hotels ran smoothly, they didn’t take that much effort now to keep up.
I kept wondering about Danielle, and how she was doing with Maggie’s schoolwork. She seemed a smart girl, but one could never be sure when it came to academics. Twenty years’ business experience certainly taught me that. It therefore was some great excitement and also trepidation that I went home with that night. Maggie will have arrived before me, which meant she and Danielle would already be working together by the time I got home.
I took the elevator up, opened the door to my apartment, and was greeted by a sight that at once filled me with contentment, and struck me in the gut.
You see, Danielle and Maggie were sitting together at the kitchen table, bent over their labors with identical frowns of concentration. It pleased me that they were working so hard, but what wrenched at my heart was how much the pair of them reminded me of how Victoria and Maggie used to look, before she died. For a moment, the grief was so great that I considered firing Danielle on the spot, but then Maggie looked up at me and smiled.
“We’re doing great, right Danielle?” She exclaimed, nudging her nanny with her elbow. Danielle jumped, then looked up as well, a broad smile blooming on her face.
“Excellent,” she agreed, and then Maggie leapt to her feet.
“I’ll go wash up for dinner!” She declared, giving me a swift hug before dashing off to the bathroom.
I sat down beside Danielle. “Is it really going that smoothly?” I asked. “After all those weeks of tantrums?”
Danielle blushed. “Actually,” she admitted, “it was a little rocky at first. It’s been a long time since I’ve done any of this, and I was rusty. But Maggie! She knew it instantly, and has in fact been tutoring me!”
She leaned in then to whisper the following words. I could not help but glance down her blouse as she did so. “Actually,” she murmured. “That’s a really good strategy for smart but troubled kids. When they feel that someone else is depending on them, they jump into action.”
“Right,” I said, shaking my head as I tried to marshal my thoughts. Her breasts were amazing, even in that modest shirt. I had to force myself to keep from staring.
Come on, Roger! I scolded internally. You told yourself you’d focus on Maggie! And that probably means not jumping right into her nanny’s panties.
Though, I’m sure, they were titillating wonderful panties.
After that, Maggie emerged, and the three of us sat down to dinner. I’m sure whatever the chefs sent up was delicious, but to be frank I was far too distracted to notice. I was busy watching Maggie and Danielle laugh and talk together. I felt like it had been ages since I’d seen her so animated. Even I, who usually ate in silence or read business reports, found myself joining in on the conversation. Danielle was sweet and naive, that was clear, but underneath that I sensed a tough earthiness that lead me to believe she could excel in any kitchen, with any family – even one as broken as mine. This made me glad, for it confirmed for me that she was a good choice. Her hiring process hadn’t exactly been conventional, remember.
After plenty of chatter, and a bowl of ice cream for Maggie, my daughter went off to bed, leaving Danielle and I alone.
“A drink?” I offered, rising and heading to the liquor cabinet.
“Why, thank you,” Danielle said, nodding happily. I was glad she wasn’t a prude or a teetotaler. I bet that would have annoyed me over time.
“So tell me about your brothers,” I asked, genuinely interested. I felt like any story this woman told had life automatically breathed into it. She was vivacious and open, and actually looked forward to the future.
It occurred to me that I hadn’t talked to anybody like that in a long time. Maybe it was her youth. Maybe it was just something unique about her.
Either way, I intended to find out.
Before we knew it, we had shifted from the table to the couch. Hoping to show off just a little, I used a remote to dim the lighting, switch on soft piano music, and light a fire in the automatic fireplace, all at once.
Danielle grinned, obviously impressed, and I felt her thigh touching mine. It was electric, her flesh as hot as the fire.
What are you doing, Roger? A small voice fought to be heard in the back of my brain. This is Maggie’s nanny!
Yes, she is, a more confident voice interrupted. But this feels really good. And it’s been so long…
I trailed off. I didn’t want to follow where that trail led. It was probably dangerous.
Instead, I filled our glasses yet again, and shifted even closer to her on the couch.
My hand found its way to her knee. I swear it did it of its own accord, but as soon as my fingers closed around the delicate muscles there my brain instantly went, Ah. That’s good. I found myself leaning closer, smelling the sweet perfume of her hair, loving the way the shadows flowed like liquid down between her breasts.
I paused, right in front of her, my lips parted and waiting. I could feel her breath on my skin, and I knew she could feel mine, too.
Like some leaping into a mountain spring, she closed her eyes and closed that final gap.
Our lips touched. She was delicious, soft, smooth, warm. I kissed her, not thinking about it, for once in my life not thinking about it, just enjoying it. My god, it felt so good to be enjoying myself…
My hand shifted down further between her legs, loving how strong and smooth they felt. Warmth was growing there, and I dipped down between her thighs, eager to find what was waiting there –
“Oh!” Danielle gasped, suddenly leaping to her feet. She yanked down her skirt from where I had shifted it up, and like a doe darted to the other side of the room.
“I really must be going!” She squeaked, her face pale and her hands shaky. “I’ll see you tomorrow! Bye!”
And like that, she was gone.
“What the hell, Roger?” I moaned, half in annoyance and half to cool down the throbbing hard-on I had forming between my legs. “That was Maggie’s nanny! Her nanny! And you fucked it all up!”
Grumbling to myself, knowing that I needed to apologize to Danielle – but also knowing that I should wait until I was less buzzed and horny – I went to bed. There, in the privacy of my own thoughts, I could finish what Danielle and I had started.
As I worked my hand up and down my shaft, ready to pop, I did not envision any of my typical finishing shots. I wanted her to have the real deal. Though some might say it’s not as “erotic”, I finished to the thought of her on her back, with me on top, pumping her full to the brim with my manhood.