Chapter 11
Frank
Of all the things that I could have done, bringing home that girl last night was one of the worst. I literally don't even remember her name, but she made quite an impression on my new babysitter. I could see the look in Ashley’s eyes, and I’d never been so embarrassed in my life. I hadn’t had that much to drink, but I wish I had. Then maybe I wouldn’t remember the way she looked at me.
The morning time was rather rough, because neither one of us knew what to say. I could tell that something was on her mind, but Ashley didn't say a word. Most likely I scared the hell out of her, swinging in my dick around and fucking a little blonde on the coffee table. It definitely wasn't the best thing that I could have done.
The worst part was, that I didn't even really feel satisfied. I came, after what seemed like forever, but at the end of the day, it wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want the no-name blonde that I picked up from the club. I wanted the sweet little babysitter that I talked to every night.
One of the things that I’d already thought about was how it was going to be between us. We had stayed up and talked almost every night since she had arrived. She always had dinner somehow warm and ready for me when I got home, and most of the time Donna was still in bed. But we would just sit there at the counter, in the stools and talk. I can't say how long had it been since I have done that, and I really missed it. It didn't change the fact that I wanted to bang her brains out, but it did make it a little easier.
Now I knew that those moments were gone, because of what I'd done. I'd been so focused on not coming on to her, that I hadn't even really thought about it what was going to happen if she saw the scene from the night before. I should have known better. If it was that bad for me, and I just had to have sex with someone, I should've gone to a hotel. I really don't know what I was thinking when I brought the blonde home. Obviously I wasn’t thinking and that was the problem.
Jacob came into the office while I was admonishing myself for my ignorance, and he wanted to know how it's going.
“So how was the blonde? Carly was her name, right?”
“I really don't know what her name was. She was alright.”
Jacob sat down on the other side of the desk and just shook his head at me like I was a child.
“You may think that she's all right now, but when you get my age, you will have wish that you would had savored her more. The women I wish I would have savored when they wanted to fuck me. Now I still get them, but it's not the same.”
I didn't really know what to say to that and I certainly didn't want to talk about it with him. It was becoming clear that the partners wanted me to be their friend, but it was also becoming crystal clear that we were very different. I had no intentions on going to strip clubs, picking up random people, drinking every night. I did all of that when I was in college, and I didn't want to go back. I have seen the other side of life, if only briefly, and I knew that it was more of what I wanted, then the party life.
“So, are you going to come out tonight with us?”
I shook my head and told him that I wasn't.
“I won't have my nanny in the morning, so I can’t have another night like last night.”
“Well then you have to come out on Monday.”
I sort of nodded my head like I was agreeing with him, but it was noncommittal at best. I would come up with something as an excuse for me not to go, because I already knew that I didn't want to. I wanted to be partner, I worked my ass off for it, but I barely got enough of my time and whatever was left, I wanted to spend at home. I wanted to spend it with my daughter and the new nanny, no matter how strange that was.
Since I wasn't going to work the next day, I was able to get out of there rather early. I didn't have any court appearances because it was Saturday, and I made it home before six. It was nice to be home before my daughter went to sleep and we ended up watching a movie together in the living room. I knew that Ashley was most likely ready to have her day off, but I convinced her to sit down with us. I did notice that she sat on the opposite chair instead of the couch. She was keeping her distance.
Donna was happier than I'd seen her in a long time and so was I. I had hot dinner every night when I came home. Had a pretty woman to look at every day, life didn't seem to be all that bad anymore. Had been a long time since I felt something even close to that. I was so afraid that I had messed it up and I was hoping to talk to her little bit before she left the next morning.
As soon as the movie was over, Ashely was gone and upstairs. I went up and we talked about the next day for a while, but the whole time I was thinking about what I was going to say to Ashley. I was afraid that I had messed things up bad with her and there was a part of me that was afraid she wasn’t going to come back Monday morning.
I shouldn’t have let my dick do all of the thinking and I was going to have to figure out a way to make amends.
I put Donna to bed. She was tired, and we had a big day ahead of us. I knew that Ashley would be gone when I woke up, so I went to her bedroom to talk to her about last night. I felt like it needed to get put out there, so that she would come back. My worst fear was that I was going to not see her Monday morning. It was far more about missing her, then it was about finding another nanny. I knew now what a difference it made, but it was the idea of not seeing Ashley again that propelled me towards the door.
It was slightly cracked open and I should have knocked, but instead I just pushed it open and started to walk in. It was about two steps forward before I realized that she was naked. It looked like she was getting dressed and I had come at just the right time.
Ashley was pulling her panties up and her ass sort of bulged for a moment as the waistband went across her cheeks. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, the perfection of her tanned skin and I wanted nothing more than to enter fully, shut the door and throw her onto the bed. She was the one that I was craving, and she was the one that pushed me into another woman’s arms.
I got a side profile when she turned to get her bra off of the bed and her breasts dangled for a moment like ripe fruit that were dying to be picked. My hands were itching to touch her, and I had to press them against my sides to not do something I would further regret. I wanted her little, pink nipples in my mouth and it actually started to water. This woman was doing something to me.
Before I could get caught. I stepped back out into the hallway and shut the door back where it was. I knocked and asked her if I could speak to her.
“Just a minute. I have to get dressed.”
I didn’t tell her that I had already seen it. I knew that she was going to be wearing those damnable short, shorts that she liked so much and a camisole that hid nothing. Her leisure wear was driving me crazy too.
“Come in Frank.”
I walked in and I knew that her wardrobe was not helping. I was hard and now that I had seen so much of her, all I could think about was sex. How the hell was I supposed to tell her that I was sorry about the whole thing last night, when I was rock hard and raring to take her where she stood? This woman was going to be the death of me.