Falling for the Babysitter

Even though I try not to be, I’m jaded. It’s hard to let those past indiscretions go, no matter how hard I try to be bigger than that. After the divorce, I was certain I didn’t want anything more than a casual hookup once in a while, but there’s something different about Remy. I need to know if there’s something there.

“How did things go today?” I ask her.

She places Bailey back in her playpen, then looks up at me with a smile that lights me up from head to toe. “Perfect. It took a little while, but I think she’s warmed up to me.”

“Great,” I say. “The job is yours if you want it. Monday through Friday.”

“I would love it.” The way she says it, making eye contact, and softening her voice, causes chills to slide up my arms.

She starts to leave the room, sliding around me in the doorway, but I can’t let her leave. There’s this pull toward her that suffocates my good judgment. I should just let her go. Let this be nothing more than a babysitting job as it was intended.

I put my hands on her shoulders. She doesn’t try to escape from my grip. Instead, she looks up at me, open and curious. The hallway is dark, casting a shadow over her face, but I can see every single one of her lashes and the glimmer in her eyes. I lean over and smell her hair. Lavender and citrus. Clean, fresh. There’s nothing tainted about her. Not like there had been with my ex who always smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and male cologne; a scent that belongs to bars and clubs. Remy is nothing like her. I don’t know how I can say that for sure, but it’s a feeling I have that won’t let go.

air seems electrified. I don’t know if she can feel it too, but it seems to crackle between us. There’s definitely something here. I know it for

fingers, I push her long hair off her shoulder, exposing the milky skin of her long, slender neck. Her breath quivers and she leans

gone too far. But she doesn’t try to

ask, my voice a husky whisper

before our lips can touch, the front door shuts and Sam’s voice travels

break me like Karen did, but he’s wrong. There’s no telling Sam that, though. He warned me about Karen too and I hadn’t listened then either. When he learned that we’d separated, there was this smug,

Though he tries, I will not let him rule my life, become some lonely sad sack like he is. I can’t even remember the last time

me when she hears his voice. She looks frazzled, like she’s just been snapped out of a dream, her eyes glossy, face flushed. I want

need to go,” she says, a tremor in her voice, clearly upset. I grab her wrist, my cock hardening at the feel of her soft skin in