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We left our main character hidden in the closet, freaking out upon seeing the sexy undressed dad of the kid she’s babysitting. He unknowingly approaches where she’s hiding…
[Note: All teens are 18+]
My thoughts can barely form before I hear the soft creak of the closet door opening. I scramble to a standing position, already exclaiming an “I’m SO sorry-” as he lurches back with an abrasive “What the fuck??” I start again. “I’m SO sorry, Mr…. umm… James… I’m playing hide and seek with Jacob, and I thought it would be okay to hide here if I didn’t touch anything and I promise I didn’t touch anything and-”
James interrupts my run-on sentence with a lifted hand. “It’s all right. I understand. You just… surprised me.” In that moment I realize this man, this… *masculine, sexy, golden-skinned specimen* is standing right in front of me, wearing only a thin t-shirt and tight boxer briefs. *Ah yes, that soft fabric in the drawer*, I remember, flushing with a desire to touch them again, this time the ones in front of me. I bite my bottom lip to stop an involuntary sigh from escaping. Then, to complete the deluge on my senses, there’s a rustle of trees beyond the window, and the breeze carries his scent to me. I deeply breathe in notes of musk and warm woods, and whatever magical mixture comprises an alluring cologne. Boys at school wear Axe body spray or Abercrombie, which, despite how much people make fun of it, is actually all right in moderation. But this… *Oh. This is truly intoxicating.*
I suddenly realize I haven’t been controlling where my eyes have been wandering during these rapid-fire thoughts. *Shit, he’s probably read all over my face what I’m thinking.* It doesn’t seem to bother him that he’s standing there undressed in front of me. A lull in the exchange, he regards me with a slightly cocked head and steps closer. My breath hitches as he reaches an arm out to me, my heart galloping as I’m enveloped even more in that warm, intoxicating scent, until my eyes flutter closed in anticipation of whatever this man is about to do to me.
He briskly plucks a shirt from a hanger behind me, and steps back. My eyes spring open as he speaks. “If you’re going to stand in front of my drawers, will you at least please hand me a new pair of slacks? Middle drawer, next to the… hem of your skirt.” I’m completely mortified and turn my back to him, kneeling down to look through the drawer, cursing myself for closing my eyes like an idiot. I find a grey pair of pants and turn around, still kneeling and about to stand up, when there he is. He made quick work of buttoning up the clean shirt, or, more likely, I’m so flustered that I took too long finding his pants. So now I’m on my knees in front of this man who’s clearly fully aware he’s affected me. I think I see the faintest twich of a smile, as I do my very best to not look at his crotch, despite it being inches from my face. He’s not looking at my eyes, more toward… my shoulder? I glance down and see my slouchy sweater has slipped off one shoulder, and my delicate white bra strap is revealed. I lift my eyes back to him and he’s looking back into my eyes, reaching out his hand. “My pants?” From my kneeling position I hold them out, to which he replies, “Good girl.”
*Ohh.* It’s an unusual thing to say to the teenage babysitter. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that he and I are both technically adults, or that he and I are both *anything*. He’s in a different world than me: so much older, much more confident, and undoubtedly loads more experienced than the high schooler who plays hide and seek in his closet. For the past few years, I wanted little more than to be seen as a woman, so why did it cause a ripple of tingles down my body when he called me *”good girl”*?
He takes the pants from me, slips them on quickly, and belts them. In the meantime, I ungracefully clamber up, smooth my skirt and adjust my sweater, and wrack my brain for something to say.
“Found you!”
I practically jump back, startled by Jacob bouncing into the room, followed by, “Dad! You’re done with work early?” James gives the boy’s hair a tousle and says, “Sorry, Jake. I’ve got another couple hours, and then how about we get pizza tonight?” Jacob jumps with glee, and turns to me, pulling on my hand. “Will you have pizza with us too? Please please?”
I glance at James, my face still cooling from the intense heat of all the blushing I’ve done during this entire mortifying debacle. He offers a pleasant smile, softening his typical stern expression. “You’re welcome to stay, and if you put Jacob to bed. I’ll give you a bonus for today.” He has never smiled directly at me before. He has a nice mouth. I can’t help but notice. *And is he implying that he… wants me to stay?*
It takes everything within me to prevent my brain from spiraling into a sea of delicious “what ifs”, and say, “I’m sorry, tonight I’m meeting my friend Elle and my, um, other friend.” *Why didn’t I say boyfriend? He’s married, for God’s sake; it’s not like he’s wondering if I’m single.* Jacob isn’t fazed, and cheerfully replies, “Okay, but you have to stay another time!”
“Yes, you’ll have to stay another time”, James echoes, quieter but somehow more firmly. I glance up at him, and just nod in assent. He then says he has to get back to work, and leaves the room. I feel like I can breathe like a normal human being again.
“My turn to hide!” cries Jacob, and he runs off, thundering down the stairs. I leave to find a place to count that isn’t the site of the most embarrassing five minutes of my life, and pass the open door to James’ office. His desk is next to the large window on the other side of the room, and I see he’s settling in for another Zoom meeting. Seeing me there, he asks, “Will you do me a favor and close the door?” I nod shyly, and just before the click from the door meets the frame, I catch a dark gleam in his eyes as he again says *”good girl.”*
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yv7e7o/turning_the_babysitter_into_a_good_girl_chapter_2
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This was such a fun read
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I loved the way you write <3