Chapter 5
Aclicking noise rouses me from my sleep, and my day replays through my mind. I was in the library as part of the reading group, with Darryl assisting me, and when the bell rang, we packed up and left school to head to the diner, but when I stepped outside, Rafael was there. Then I got in the car with him, and he was angry—so angry he choked me with his cock. Then I held him in my mouth, sucking on him as if he was a pacifier.
There’s no way in hell that happened.
I dart up, and my eyes shoot open.
They widen further when staring back at me from behind his desk, with such intensity it makes me squirm, is the man himself.
His gaze roams over me, stripping me bare, then his eyes freeze on my legs, and I follow his stare to realize my skirt is bunched up to my panties. I tug it down, and my face flushes.
“I don’t know why you’re blushing when you fell asleep with my cock in your mouth like it was a pacifier, Little Doll.”
Oh, my god. Kill me now.
My cheeks burn from embarrassment. Yet I drag my tongue over my lips, savoring his taste while imagining the velvety feel of him which brought me comfort.
His chair scrapes against the floor, breaking my train of thought, and he walks toward me. “Keep fucking tormenting me and you’ll regret it.” He straightens his jacket and stands so tall I have to crane my neck to look at him.
He holds out his hand and nods toward it, leaving me no choice but to slip mine into his so he can tug me to my feet. The roughness of his thick fingers gripping me sends a flurry of excitement through me.
“Come on, Oliver is waiting to see you, but I want to show you around first.”
This snaps me out of my trance, and now, as he pulls me through his office door into his foyer, I revel in the feeling of being needed.
The mansion is vast, and I already know I’ll get lost.
It even has its own education wing for Oliver, which we breezed past.
The wrought iron banister weaves around the foyer, leading to a balcony at the top of the stairs that allows you to look directly out of a window toward the front of the property.
“The bedroom at the end of the hall is mine. Oliver’s is two doors down. The rest are spares, and this one is yours.” He swings open the bedroom door and waves his hand for me to go inside. An enormous bed covered in white sheets fills most of the room. “I will have appropriate clothes delivered to your room, and through here is a closet.” He opens the closet door, and I’m shocked by how big it is. “Over there is the bathroom. Anything you want changed or added, speak to Rosalita the housekeeper, she will make it happen.”
“I hadn’t realized that you would want me to stay the night.”
“Nights. I want you to spend the nights here when I require your assistance with Oliver.”
I scan around the room again. “Did the previous nanny sleep in here?”
His eyes narrow as he assesses me, the coldness in them somehow abrasive over my skin. “No.”
“Oh.”
“You’re the first person in this room.”
I bite into my lower lip to stifle the smile I feel. “And I don’t normally fuck girls who look like jailbait,” he tacks on, and I reel back at his blatant words.
I fiddle with the buttons on my school blouse, feeling inadequate compared to the women he must be used to. “Do you sleep with all your nannies?”
“No.”
He stares back at me, and the truth behind his words seeps from him, bringing me the reassurance I desperately need.
“I’ve deposited an advance in your account for your nanny duties.” I shift from foot to foot, a little uncomfortable with accepting money, but this is a job, after all.
His phone rings, cutting through the budding tension between us, and he pulls it from his jacket pocket, flashing a gun tucked into his pants. The sight of it should scare me, he should scare me, yet I’m not afraid.
“I need to take this. Oliver is in the kitchen waiting for you.”
I gift him with a nod, an action that feels like I’m agreeing to much more than caring for Oliver.
It feels like I’m agreeing to becoming his.