Chapter 3

Luke

This was Molly's potential nanny! Fuck me! I had seen many women who could be described as sex on legs, but never would I have attributed this description to a five-feet nothing nanny. Until now. Everything about her just screamed sex. That red hair, her juicy mouth, the way her green eyes narrowed in on my dick, and that smoking body! Even her ponytail just made me want to grasp it and pull her head back as I rammed into her. I actually had to hurry behind my desk to hide my growing hard on. I couldn't keep my eyes off her smooth creamy thighs. Her choice of dress didn't help matters. If it had been a couple of inches higher, I'd have seen her panties. If she wore any. I adjusted my cock subtly. It didn't help how her breasts were pushing against the thin material of her dress and I could make out not only the shape of her heavy breasts, but I could see her nipples. They were hard. I forced my gaze upwards, away from her curvy little body, up to her face. She bit down on her plump bottom lip, and I felt it like a punch in the solar plexus. I wanted to suck on that juicy lip... so hard. She let out a small moan. Jesus! This was not the way to start out with her. Especially, if she turned out to be a good candidate. Although, I highly doubted it. For one, she wore a dress that fell short of being indecent. To be fair, on another woman, it wouldn't have been a big deal. I guess it wasn't her fault, she had the kind of body which would induce wet dreams. Small and compact. I could easily lift her up and fuck her standing, without even breaking into a sweat. My cock throbbed painfully at the image of fucking her against the wall. Angry with myself, I pushed away the image and concentrated on the interview. "So, Miss Cooper," I began. "Please, call me Ella," she said. Her voice sounded soft and unhurried. A soothing voice. I liked all of her and her voice. "Okay, Ella. I didn't tell you much about my daughter in the email. Her name is Molly and she's five years old." She smiled and leaned forward enthusiastically. "Yes, I know she is five that is exactly why I wanted this job. My sister has a five-year-old daughter and she's so much fun. I love them at that age." A sudden sadness washed over me. My Molly was anything but fun. I leaned back in my chair. "Well, Molly is a little different from other five-year-old girls. Since she lost her mom, she hasn't been the same." Ella's gorgeous green eyes widened and filled with sympathy. "Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss." I almost laughed at this. My ex-wife Penelope was alive and kicking. In fact, the last time I'd seen her, she had been on all fours getting fucked from behind on our bed by a strange man. After that, we have only spoken through the lawyers. "Oh, my ex-wife is not dead. She ran off with another man," I said, my tone cold. Women were all the same. Disloyal. I looked at Ella dispassionately. She probably had a boyfriend somewhere and I was sure I could seduce her. We hadn't even been introduced and I caught her gaze on my cock. She had looked at it as if she couldn't wait to put her mouth on it. I almost groan aloud at the thought. I hadn't had a woman in months. After Penelope left, I'd been like a wild man, sleeping with as many women as I could. Just sex. But sleeping with anonymous women lost its allure very, very quickly. "I'm sorry," Ella said. I waved a dismissive hand. "It's been a while now. The problem is Molly has not gotten over her mom leaving. First things first," I said, barely glancing at the paper in front of me. "Do you have any health issues I ought to be concerned about?" I'd had so many nannies in the year and a half since Penelope left that I had the interview questions down pat. I'd gone the formal way and hired nannies from an agency. They had been good on paper, but none managed to get Molly out of her shell. Desperate to see my daughter come out of the world she had locked herself in, I decided to advertise on the internet, hoping for a different caliber of nanny. I never expected this, as my eyes were drawn once again to Ella's nipples showing through her dress. I imagined capturing her swollen nipple in my mouth and sucking on it hard. "None, I'm as healthy as a horse," Ella said. I dragged my mind away from her nipples and went through my check list of questions. She gave all the appropriate answers. The trouble came when we moved to her experience with children. It didn't take long for me to decipher that she had zero experience. All the experiences she had listed which had caught my eye and impressed me were just glorified baby-sitting for friends and family. If I were being straight, I was glad she wasn't right. True, Ella had a sunny disposition, something Molly solely needed, but she was too distracting. I'd want to fuck her all the time. Hell, I couldn't even work with her in the house. It would be cold showers and hell on earth, sleeping a few doors away from her. "I'm sorry," I said, putting regret into my voice. "But I really need someone with more experience. Someone... um, older." Someone less delicious.