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“Vivi is allergic to strawberries, so there is nothing in the house that has any strawberries in it, but I like to tell sitters just in case,” I say in a somewhat curt tone. Marcy nods, her expression serious and focused. “Also, Vivi can have—” I turn to my daughter and speak to her directly— “one, I repeat one scoop of chocolate ice cream before bed.”

My daughter’s stunning blue eyes light up. “Yay! Can Marcy have one too?”

I look at the attractive woman, briefly thinking about how I’d like to lick ice cream off every inch of her gorgeous body. “Yeah, she can have a scoop, too.”

Marcy smiles shyly, and immediately, my cock jerks. I try to focus but it’s fucking hard with this bombshell standing in my kitchen.

“Okay,” I continue in a gruff tone. “Here are the emergency numbers, my cell, and the information for the venue. If for some reason you can’t reach me— even though I’ll have my phone on me— then call this number at the venue and someone will track me down within a minute.”

Marcy nods solemnly. “Of course. Does Vivi take any medications that I need to know about? Food allergies? Any allergies at all?”

I shake my head.

“None. She’s a healthy kid. There were some sniffles last week but she’s fine now.” Surreptitiously, I stare at my beautiful babysitter. Clearly Marcy’s taking this job seriously, and I like that. I feel comfortable leaving Vivi in her care, and it’s almost as if the gorgeous woman’s already slotted perfectly into my life.

But you just met her! my conscience screams. How much could you possibly have to go on? Still, a good babysitter is worth her weight in gold, so I merely brush my inner voice aside. Meanwhile, Marcy’s already building a rapport with my daughter. She squats low to the ground so that she’s eye level with the child and smiles. “So Vivi, is there anything else I need to know before your dad leaves? Any super-secret secrets or incredible new discoveries?”

Vivi looks wide-eyed at me before she nods vigorously. “Uh-huh! Daddy says I can stay up as late as I want tonight.”

Marcy and I both laugh easily. “Um, no ma’am,” I scold Vivi gently. “Bedtime is at 8:30pm. And those teeth better be brushed because the tooth fairy is always watching.”

Vivi squeals and jumps up and down. “I’ll brush my teeth, I promise! Marcy, you have to help me remember.”

The gorgeous brunette laughs. “I’ll make sure you don’t forget kiddo,” Marcy tells Vivi in a playfully serious tone.

With that, I know I’m in good hands and turn to leave.

“All right Vi, why don’t you go pick out some books for Marcy to read to you so she and I can talk for another minute? I love you, sweetie,” I tell the little girl, planting a kiss on her head before she twirls out of the room. “I won’t be gone long.” Then, I gesture for Marcy to follow me towards the foyer, and she complies, padding softly behind my big form.

“I always like to ask the kids if there is something that they feel like I need to know,” Marcy explains in a quiet voice. “It can help them feel like they’re getting a say in how the night will go, or at the very least, give me another helpful piece of information.” The gorgeous woman flushes and again, I’m reminded of the way she turned pink and moaned throatily as she came on my dick last night.

For fuck’s sake, Jared, I berate myself harshly. Control your urges because you’re not some horny teenager. This is your babysitter, for crying out loud!

“Look,” Marcy continues talking before I can say anything. “I know this whole situation is super weird and awkward, but I’m really good at my job, I promise. My babysitting job, that is. I’ll take good care of Vivi, so you don’t have anything to worry about on that count.”

I nod. “Of course. I know you will.” I glance at my watch. “Okay, I’m officially late, but…” I look deeply into Marcy’s eyes as I speak. “When I get home in a few hours, I want you to stick around so that we can talk.”

A nervous look passes across Marcy’s face. “Oh, um, sure,” she mumbles, biting at her bottom lip before breaking eye contact.

I put my hand under her chin and make her look at me once more. “Look, I’m not angry or upset, but I think we need to talk about this ‘situation,’ as you called it. It’s a strange position to be in, and I want us to clear the air.”

Marcy exhales forcefully and finally smiles. “You’re right, of course, Mr. Michaels. I totally get where you’re coming from. I’m happy to chat once you get back.”

“Good.”

We both linger in the hall for a moment longer, and to be honest, my fingers itch. I want to seize her lips again and to pull that lush body against mine, but I restrain myself because this isn’t the time. As much as I want to ravish my babysitter right here in the foyer, I meant what I said about talking things out first.


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