“Miss Silver,” I say to her as she ushers Eleanor out of the kitchen. “When you’re done with Eleanor’s bath, could you please meet me in my office to finish our discussion?”
“Yes, sir,” she replies with a small smile before exiting the room.
“In trouble again, I see?” I didn’t realize Miss Perry was behind me. She has a knack for just appearing out of the blue and it’s annoying.
“Nothing you need to worry about.” I shut it down before she starts to pry and I can see the disappointed look on her face.
I retire to my office, sipping a glass of bourbon. Later I hear Miss Silver’s telltale knock on my door.
“Come in, please. Have a seat.” She sits down gingerly, her fingers knotted together in her lap.
“I wanted to first apologize for reacting poorly this afternoon. I certainly didn’t mean to upset Eleanor or you for that matter. I was taken off guard. But I also feel like we need to finish the discussion we were having earlier.”
I interlace my fingers and place my hands on top of my desk as she continues to sit up pin-straight.
“I want to make it clear that I appreciate what you do for Eleanor, how involved you are, and how much you care for her. But we both need to make sure that we are crystal clear with her about your role in the house.” She stares at me and I elaborate to make sure there’s no misunderstanding. “Miss Silver, I don’t want her confused, thinking that you are her mother.”
“I can assure you, sir, I will not confuse her and it was certainly never my intention to do so. I’ll make sure she understands.”
“Good,” I say, standing. She follows suit.
She nods her head and then turns to leave but stops and spins back around to face me.
“If I can point out, sir, I think there is a little confusion on Eleanor’s part but it’s not regarding me.”
I furrow my brows. “Meaning?”
“Well…” She takes a step closer to my desk and glances over her shoulder quickly before continuing. “The other day Eleanor noticed Miss Perry fixing your tie in the entryway and you two were having a private conversation. She and I were just walking by and later she asked me if Miss Perry was going to be her new mommy.”
I sit back down and rub my eyes. What the fuck?
“I didn’t know how to respond to her because I don’t know the nature of your relationship with Miss Perry and it’s none of my bu—”
“She’s the house manager.” I emphasize the words. “Nothing more, Miss Silver, I can assure you.” My tone is sterner than it needs to be but it’s because I don’t want there to be any confusion about that matter between Margot and me.
“Yes, sir,” she says.
Every time the word sir slips past her lips it sends my cock into overdrive. One of these days I’ll have her saying that on her knees in front of me.
“I’ll talk with Eleanor about it,” I say just as I hear her shout for me.
“Daddy!”
We both stand. “Oh, she was hoping you could come tuck her in tonight.”
“Seems like Daddy is being summoned,” I say and step to exit the office. “Good night, Miss Silver.”
“Good night, daddy,” she replies, and it instantly stops me in my tracks. I feel my blood pressure spike through the roof and my balls tighten.
I don’t know if she meant to tease me, but I’d venture a guess that a naïve woman like her has no idea what that sounds like to me. I slowly turn back around to face her. I walk toward her slowly, one step in front of the other till I’m staring down on her, our bodies almost touching.
My breathing is shallow; I can see my chest almost touch hers with every inhale. I can smell her, like a delicious bouquet of flowers that I want to defile in the most vile ways.
I have no idea what I’m doing.
I don’t know what to say.
She is staring at me, unblinking, like she’s also trying to read my mind, to figure out what I’m about to do.
If she only knew the thoughts I was having… again. She’d probably run for the hills if I told her I wanted to see her bound and gagged as I fucked her mercilessly.
I dig my fingernails into my palms, willing myself not to touch her.
Finally, I lean my head down till my lips are barely brushing her ear and I say in a calm but strangled voice, “Don’t call me that again unless you’re willing to be punished.”
9
MARGOT
I can hear my heartbeat in my ears.
It sounds like rushing water. It feels like my heart is about to beat out of my chest.
I watch as Mr. Hayes walks out of his office calmly like he didn’t just say the most delicious and cryptic statement to me.
I wait a moment till I know he’s most likely upstairs in Eleanor’s room before I dart out of his office and run up the stairs and down the hall to my room. I shut my door and lean against it.
“Oh my God.” I giggle before running and launching myself onto my bed.
I lie back, closing my eyes and replaying his words from tonight and the other night in the pantry over and over in my head. I fantasize about him losing control. I reach down and unbutton my jeans, sliding my hand into my panties. Wetness is already pooling. I pull my fingers out and see they’re coated in my desire.
Suddenly the realization that while this is exciting, tempting, and so deliciously naughty—the possibility of an illicit affair with my boss—it could also end in disaster. Instantly, questions pop up in my brain one after the other.
What happens after? Does he fire me? Get bored with me? Does he do this with every nanny?
That last question has my stomach in knots but I push them out. I slide my jeans and panties down my thighs and close my eyes, images of Mr. Hayes’ face between my thighs taking over as I pleasure myself.
It only takes me a few moments before my back is arching off the bed and a thin sheen of sweat breaks out across my skin. My legs tremble as I bite my lip, trying not to say his name over and over as I come.
It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, my day off. My phone buzzes with a text from Shelly letting me know she’s on her way to the coffee shop. I tap out a reply and hit send as I grab my keys and wallet and make my way downstairs.
Me: Leaving now. See you in thirty.
After I arrive and we settle at a table with our food, Shelly says, “So how are things going over at Wayne Manor? I need to come see that place.” Shelly takes a bite of her donut, glaze clinging to her lips as she rolls her eyes back in her head. “Oh God, that’s good.”
“You and that donut seem to be on an intimate level.” I laugh. “Speaking of, how are things with your new plan? Karter with a K still trying to weasel his way back into your panties?”
“Ugh. I swear it’s like the moment men know that you’re happy without them and you’ve made the decision to focus on yourself, they send you a text. It’s like there’s a fuck-boy beacon that goes off, sending a signal straight to their little shrimp dick the moment we are happy.”
“Sooo, I take that as a yes?” She nods her head. “And did you let him?”
She avoids my gaze, instead taking another bite of her donut before hanging her head.
“You did! Shelly.”