Chapter Six
CHAPTER SIX
ALEX
Well, I’ll be damned. It seems my new nanny is Mario Andretti in a hot-as-fuck swimsuit. Okay, she isn’t wearing just the swimsuit anymore, but the image of her in that demure little getup at the falls is seared into my brain. I’m sure it was meant to be conservative, but it clung to every curve of her sweet little body. And that ruffly skirt thing—Christ, that was a tease. Add to that her tight nipples straining the fabric over her tits, and it’s a wonder I didn’t tear that damn thing off and fuck her behind a nearby tree.
And now she’s trying to overtake Everett and me on the go-kart course. I do not think so. She’s about to find out exactly how competitive I am.
There isn’t a whole lot of maneuvering I can do in this thing since we’re just at a kids’ place and these karts aren’t the real deal, but I’m giving it everything I’ve got. Aiden is already lagging behind both of our karts, his fists white-knuckling the steering wheel and a familiar determination stamped on his face. I can tell Addison is preparing to pass me on the next turn, so I swing the wheel at the last minute, cutting her off and earning a feminine growl as I speed around the bend and prepare for victory.
Just then, I hear a loud pop, and our kart begins to slow. “Keep going!” Everett yells, pounding on the frame and clamoring for speed. “We’re almost there!”
I jam the gas pedal to the floor, but it’s no use. We’ve lost our high gear. An expletive is just forming on my lips when Addison and Tristan fly past us. All I catch is Addison’s victorious smile as she glances behind her and crosses the finish line, soundly kicking all our asses.
“I keep telling you, ours was broken!” Everett insists for the hundredth time as we file into the house. This does nothing to quell Tristan’s enthusiastic victory dance, the same one he’s been performing since the moment we all exited our karts an hour ago.
“Take the loss on the chin and move on, buddy,” I tell my son. I’m not a fan of sore losers, and I don’t tolerate that in my own house. I’ve learned from years of playing that the best thing to do is use your losses to motivate you in the next game. And that’s precisely what I’ve been doing since I lost both my career and my marriage in one fell swoop last year.
“Everybody upstairs. Dirty clothes in the hamper and get the showers going,” I tell the kids as I open the fridge and pull out a water. I gesture to Addison, silently asking if she needs one, but she shakes her head.
“I’ll be right up to help!” she calls after the boys, who are making an unholy racket on their way upstairs. She sets her bag on the counter and takes a seat on a barstool at the island. “Looks like DeeDee left dinner in the crockpot. She probably had no idea when or if we’d ever get home.”
I lean against the island across from her and take in her sun-pinkened cheeks and dark, tousled hair that’s come loose from its binding. She looks freshly fucked, if I’m being honest, and the look is a good one on her. “So, tell me a little about yourself, Addison.”
Suddenly conscious of my attention, her face flushes like I’ve noticed it’s inclined to do. The color spreads from her cheeks down her neck and into the cleavage of that damn cover-up that’s obstructing my view of her luscious curves. “I’m sure you already know all about me. You did hire me, after all.”
I nod. “Actually, Gary hired you. I approved it, but he’s the one who knows more about you. We needed someone in here fast, and I didn’t have the time to interview anyone.”
She returns my nod, clearly having been filled in by Gary during his interview with her. “Well, there’s really not much to tell. I live with my mom when I’m not nannying, and I went to UNCA. My degree is in elementary education, but I chose to be a nanny instead.” She shrugs and brings her hands to her lap. “That’s about it.”
I lean in farther and give her a grin. Her eyes travel from my neck and down my inked arms to my hands, which I perch only a couple feet from hers. I watch her throat work as she swallows, and I’m glad we have the island between us to hide my semi. Would it really be so bad to push the rules aside?
“Somehow, I don’t think that’s the full story, Addison.”
She swallows again, and my semi grows to a full hard-on as I revel in the power I seem to have over her body. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“Well, for one thing, what do you like to do for fun? I’m sure you don’t hang out with kids all the time.”
She shakes her head, clearly trying to compose herself. But the pulse visibly racing in her neck gives her away. “No. You’re right. I guess I like to read and watch movies. You know, the usual.” She shrugs again.
“What kind of books do you read? Anything I’d know?”
At that question, her skin goes from hot to flaming. Oh my, it appears my little pixie of a nanny has a naughty side.
When she doesn’t answer, I fill in the blanks for her. “I think I understand. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”
She shakes her head so vehemently it sends her hair flying. “No! I mean, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her fingers grip the edge of the counter as she slides off the stool.
“Sure you do,” I press, knowing I shouldn’t but unable to stop myself. “Erotica. I’m impressed. I wouldn’t have taken you for the type.”
She backs up a step and releases the counter. “I’m not! I don’t.” Her hands gather her wild hair and push it back. “I have to go help with showers and baths,” she mumbles before turning and fleeing, her black dress flowing behind her in her haste.
This is even better than I imagined. And I’ve spent all damn day imagining.