Chance and I automatically straighten up, stunned into silence.
“Uhhhh, well, what did you hear?” I ask carefully.
She walks slowly into the middle of the room, her eyes narrowed suspiciously but with a playful pout on those full lips. Her hair is piled up on the very top of her head, a curly, messy ornament that’s practically begging me to go over there and set her tresses free.
“Hey, is this coffee? Can I have some?” she purrs, sliding past me with a mischievous swish of her hips. I love the way her ass jiggles in those pajama bottoms, and I realize she’s not wearing any panties. That is quite a jiggle.
“Yeah, help yourself,” I mumble politely.
She pours herself a healthy cup and I realize I’m staring at her as she’s blowing across the surface of the liquid, her lips pursed in half a kiss. She’s a fantastic kisser. Open and curious. Enthusiastic as fuck. That’s a good kisser. No shrinking violet. No timid, tight lips, like being eaten by a small mammal like a ferret or something.
Chance gets closer too, perching on the edge of ba
rstool, his attention laser focused on the two inches of belly that she is showing. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the way the morning light dazzles across a light sprinkling of golden hairs. It’s like she is glittering.
“So?” she asks after another sexy swallow. “What’s the topic of the morning?”
Chance glares at me, silently trying to remind me that we didn’t actually finish our conversation, but as far as I am concerned it is finished. I finished it. He can catch up when he is ready.
“How would you like a job?”
She raises her eyebrows. Freckles. Freckles everywhere. My hands itch. I want so badly to touch her.
“A job?” she repeats. “Like a real job? Like for your computer company or whatever?”
Her weight shifts to the other side, sloshing those hips along with it. Definitely no panties. I can see the outline of her lips at the seam of those pink pajama bottoms. Jesus. I could eat those from the outside.
“Here, with the boys. We pay well. And the benefits are… unbelievable.”
Her mouth opens in a perfect oval, the kind of oval that needs to get filled with the head of my cock.
“Wait… The nanny? You’re offering me the nanny job?”
“It does pay really well,” Chance affirms awkwardly. “Everything is negotiable.”
She sniffs, straightening and rolling her shoulders back. I am not sure she is loving this right now.
“Okay, hear me out,” I interrupt, trying to edge into salesman mode. “You would have total privacy. Salary, benefits, the whole deal. Vacation time. You want to go back to school? We provide tuition reimbursement. You pick two days off a week. It’s not like you’re indentured or anything.”
“And they’re really great kids,” Chance smiles.
Attaboy. He’s coming around.
“But… I would be… living here? As in, us three? Adults?”
“This place is huge,” I shrug.
She raises her eyebrows and stares me down. “That is not what I meant, and you know it,” she sniffs, taking a step forward. Her fingers reach out and brush the front of my flannel pajama bottoms, working my dick into a rod like she is flipping a switch.
Her eyes narrow, her lips part. She strokes me through the fabric a few times, tickling me with her fingernails. My balls tremble.
“I mean…” she continues in a sultry purr. “Do you really think we could be trusted? Alone together? After everything that happened last night?”
“That’s totally up to you!” Chance blurts out.
Sometimes I could just punch that guy right in the face.
Chelsea glances over at him, smirking. Her fingers drift away from me and I fight the urge to grab her hand and stuff it down my shorts.