“Oh, hi Joe!” she says, a little embarrassed, poking her head around the door, “You wouldn’t happen to have a—”
“A towel?” I finish her sentence for her, knowing that’s what she needs. I stand up from my perched position on the guest bed and hold out the towel to her, trying not to accidentally peak around the bathroom door.
“Oh, thanks so much. A warm towel even, nice touch,” she grins as her cheeks flush a little pink.
I stare at the door for a moment after she closes it. She was completely naked behind that door. The girl I’ve been fantasizing about for days is currently soaking wet and completely naked right on the other side of that door, while I sit here on the bed.
In the right circumstance, she would have come out of that bathroom not expecting to wear any clothes for a while, instead to be met by me with a towel, waiting to wrap it around her and pull her into bed. Or, maybe we would have taken that shower together.
Okay Joe, please stop… for the sake of your own sanity!
I like the way Ella’s hair looks when it’s wet and slicked back. She has such a beautiful face. I wish she would stop hiding behind her bangs. But I suppose the way she lets her hair flop over her face when she’s embarrassed is kind of adorable, and makes her seem so sweet and innocent.
Ella opens the door and steps out, wearing only a pair of my shorts and a white shirt. It’s so very big for her, almost swallowing her tiny frame. It’s quite sweet. Am I a terrible person for picking a white shirt? I think I might be. But the way her perfect breasts look shaping the front of is mesmerizing. It’s a little chilly in here and her nipples make themselves known. She looks beautiful, I mean, on our date when she was all dressed and made up, she was incredible, but this, this is a vision in front of me. No make up, her hair pulled back, and—stop staring at her chest! She looks stunning, and I want to curl up and watch a movie, then fall asleep on the couch with her so I can stroke her skin and kiss her neck and smell her hair.
“You alright Joe?” she asks, tilting her head at me.
“Uh, yeah! Sorry, my mind was racing. Have you got your clothes? I can put them in the dryer now.”
“Right, yes of course,” she giggles. I’ll go get them. She heads into the bathroom and picks up the bundle of her things plus her towel then walks over to me, “Fortunately for me, I keep my phone in my handbag, and I left that on the sofa downstairs.”
“Oh good, because unfortunately, I can’t say the same for mine. It’s in a bag of rice on a shelf above the dryer.” I roll my eyes, and I suppose I’ll have to tell Marnie off for that, but looking at this incredible woman in front of me, I can’t even be mad.
We head downstairs and through to the utility room, I throw my clothes in and she does the same.
“So, do you want me to talk to Marnie about that, or are you going to do it?” Ella asks.
“I suppose I should. But it’s not a serious deal is it? You aren’t angry, are you?”
“Oh gosh, of course I’m not! It was just a silly prank, and besides, we did kind of lock her out.” Ella shrugs and looks at the floor, “That’s what I meant last night. Because we were in the garden together… she ended up getting locked out.”
“I understand what you mean.” I wish I didn’t, but I do. Because I was trying to woo her with romantic notions of swimming together at the same beach, I missed the knocking on the door and ignored the phone call in my pocket. “And that was completely my fault. I’ll go talk to her. You just make yourself comfortable.”
“Alright,” she smiles and we head into the living room together.
Marnie comes rushing up to Ella and gives her a big hug, making Ella laugh.
“I’m really sorry Miss Ella! I didn’t mean to push you into the pool. Please don’t quit!” Marnie says, on the verge of tears.
“Oh gosh, Marnie, I’m not going to quit! Wherever did you get that idea?” Ella says, kneeling down to Marnie’s level.
“I was worried that you might think I am a difficult child or something,” Marnie sniffles a little as she looks up at Ella.
“Not at all sweetie. And besides,” she looks up at me, “it was Daddy’s fault you had to climb the fence, so I think he deserved getting pushed in the pool.”
Ella raises her eyebrow at me.
“Yes sweetheart, I wanted to talk to you about that.”
I take her hand, “So if you wouldn’t mind giving Miss Ella some space. We’ll go into the kitchen?”
“Okay, Daddy,” Marnie says, trudging into the kitchen with me.
I sit her up on one of the stools at the island and bow my head, “Honey, I am so sorry that I let you get locked out. I didn’t realize you were getting dropped off. I assumed Ella and I would come and get you a bit later.”
Marnie shrugs, “Two of the girls got into a fight and their parents had to be called, so we all went home early. Jenna’s mom took me and Jenna back, and she said she’d wait until you answered the door. But when you didn’t answer the phone she got angry and drove off.”
“Gosh, I am so sorry, Marnie. I’ll be there next time, or Ella will be definitely. This won’t happen again. I promise.”
“Okay, Daddy. Are you mad at me for breaking your phone and getting Miss Ella all wet?”
“No honey, not at all. But try aiming for just Daddy if you really feel the need to push someone into the pool next time, okay? Guests should only use the pool if they actually want to.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Marnie smiles at me and gives me a big hug, “Can I go play with Miss Ella now?”
I laugh, “Of course you can!”
Marnie looks excited and runs, off. I love the way she calls her Miss Ella, but it really doesn’t do much to help my imagination. Not that it needs more help. Playing with Miss Ella is definitely a very different thing in my mind, and it’s definitely only for grown ups.
My mind heads back to my dream for just a moment, to the outfit Ella is wearing.
“Daddy!” Marnie shouts from the living room. Crap, what could it be?
I run into the living room and Ella is sitting on the couch, holding her phone and looking like she’s desperately trying not to cry. Marnie is cuddled up to her trying to be as comforting as possible.
“Go on up to your room. Marnie. I’ll call you down for dinner in about an hour, okay?”
“Yes Daddy,” she says quickly before running up the stairs to her room.
“Is everything okay?” I ask Ella as I sit down next to her on the sofa.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she sniffles. “I just got off the phone with my landlord and, and he yelled at me again about being late with the rent.”
“Oh gosh, Ella. Are you ok? That’s awful.” I stroke her shoulder, not really knowing what to do in this situation.
“Yes, I’ll be fine,” she smiles. “Thanks for asking.” As she turns and gives me a hug, I am reminded she isn’t wearing anything under my shirt and I can totally feel her chest against mine.
“So what did he say?” I ask, desperately trying to change the subject in my head.
“He said he’s going to evict me if I’m late on a payment again.” She leans back and pulls her legs up to her chest, hugging herself as she sits.
“Have you got the payment?” I ask.
“Yes, I’ve just managed to scrape it together. But it was late, because I couldn’t get it all when I needed it.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Oh gosh no, don’t even think about it!” she says, not even batting an eyelid. I guess she’s strong and independent too. Just the way I like them.
“If you’re sure. But if there’s anything—”
“Don’t worry about it,” she insists.
“Alright, well if you don’t mind me asking, why have you been late? I mean, I can get your pay to you right away if you want?”
“No, that’s fine really. And no, I don’t mind you asking. It’s silly, to be honest. When I got out of college I was going to move in with so
meone—a guy if you must know—but it didn’t work out and I’d already signed for the place. It’s only one bedroom, but I rented it for the two of us, and I just can’t afford it anymore.”
Just as I thought, that guy must have been really special. I find myself kind of wishing she wasn’t so experienced. Just something about her makes me want to hold her and guide her through everything… to be her rock, but at the same time prove she’s not so innocent. Oh crap, I’m probably supposed to answer, what did she say? Oh yeah. “Have you been looking for a new place?”
“I’ve not had time, because I’ve been desperately looking for a new job and knew I would need first and last month’s rent. It’s so great that you came along—again, thank you so much.”
“Of course, it’s my pleasure.” I can’t help nervously laughing at that, “I had no idea you had it so rough though.”
“It will be fine really, I can take care of it. I promise. I’m a big girl,” she smiles, wiping her eyes.
“Good, well I’m glad you’re okay, but again, if there is anything I can do for—”
“Thanks Joe,” she holds both of my hands and sits up. “Thank you. It really means a lot that you would help me. But I don’t need it… I’ll work it out.”
“Alright,” I look down at my feet. I feel strange offering her money, but I don’t want her to struggle. Maybe I could ask her to move in here? Maybe later… or if things get any worse.
“What do you say we go and make some dinner now?”
“Yeah, sounds good,” she smiles.
I would do anything to see her smile every day. Dinner it is.
Chapter 14
Ella
“Thanks for coming on short notice, Ella,” Joe says, frantically grabbing things from around the room.
“Oh, it’s fine, don’t worry. I wasn’t doing anything anyway.”
I shrug as I think back to my morning. Coffee at Cam’s, my usual routine, for pretty much every day of my somewhat adult life. So yeah, pretty much free whenever.
“I wasn’t planning on seeing you until after work. I mean, if Marnie wasn’t ill. Sorry I’m so rushed.”
“That’s okay really. I just hope she’s okay.”
“Oh, she’ll be fine. It’s probably just a bug going around school. You know how kids are.”
“No! I’m dying, Daddy!” Marnie shouts from her pillow fort on the sofa.
“Yes dear, and I’ll have the funeral arrangements figured out by tonight!” he shouts back to her, “Again, thanks so much. I’ll see you tonight,” he says, turning back to me before rushing out of the door.
I turn to Marnie, hidden within what I can only describe as a cornucopia of pillows and blankets as she stares back at me, hiding herself further when she notices me looking back.
“So,” I say, dropping myself on the opposite end of the large corner sofa, “What’s wrong with you?”
“Uh…” I hear coming from within the blankets, “I’m dying,” accompanied by a few weak coughs.
“Oh dear, of what?” I raise my eyebrow at her.
“Uh… living?” the pile of blankets shuffles uncomfortably.
“Oh dear, I hear that’s a pretty bad condition. Maybe I should check your temperature?”
“No!” Marnie snaps, “Uh, I’m burning up. I’ll melt the thermometer!”
Curious. Doesn’t want me to check. Methinks the lady doth protest too much.
“Well then, if you’re not willing, I suppose we’ll have to collect you up with the trash and throw you out!”
Silence from the blankets.
“Really…?” Marnie asks, poking her head out.
“Why of course! Little girls who refuse to go to school and get an education and won’t ever contribute to society are all thrown out! And the garbage men adopt them!”
“No!” she shuffles a bit, unable to move.
“Yes! And look at you, already bundled up for them!” I stand and go to pick her up, reaching into the blankets.
“No, no, no!” Marnie cries, jumping out from the blankets and running across the room.
She stands at the bottom of the stairs panting a little, then realizes her mistake. I raise my eyebrow at her.
“Uh, I mean…” she coughs unconvincingly.
“Just as I suspected.”
“Please don’t tell my dad I was faking!” She runs over and hugs me again, giving me her best puppy dog eyes.
“Oh gosh! Not the puppy eyes!” I shout, covering my eyes. “I can’t take it! I promise I won’t tell, just keep those eyes off me!”
“Thank you, thank you, Miss Ella!” she squeaks, squeezing me tighter.
I hug her back and start to fall back onto the sofa, “No, no please stop! You’re melting me with your temperature!”
She screams as I pull her back onto the sofa into her pile of blankets and pillows.
We laugh together and share a sigh of relief.
“So, why would you want to skip school today? Is something wrong?” I ask.
She shakes her head, “No. School is easy.”
“Is there someone bothering you at school?”
“No. Everyone at school really likes me… I think,” she shrugs.
“Then why?”
She scrunches up her mouth as if she doesn’t want to say.
“You won’t tell Dad, will you?” she asks.
“Of course not!” I nudge her, “Your secret is safe with me.”
“I wanted to spend the day with you,” she looks a little guilty. “I wanted to make sure you were ok!”
Aw, what a sweetheart. I mean, I can’t encourage this behavior, but I’m not going to tell her off or anything because I’m sure it comes from a good place in her mind.
“Oh sweetie, that’s so nice of you. But you know you can’t cut school like this again, okay?”
“I know…” she grumbles.
“Right,” I laugh. “So what are you so worried about? Why did you want to make sure I was okay?”
“Well, at dinner yesterday and that phone call. You were really upset and usually you’re really happy.”
Oh snap. I feel bad for letting my problems affect her, I should have pretended everything was fine.
“And after you left, Daddy said that you were having some trouble at home. Were your parents angry at you?”
I laugh at this, which makes Marnie stare at me. “Marnie, I’ve not lived with my parents for a long time now.”
“Why not?”
“Well, because I am, as you say a lot older than you. I moved out a while ago when I finished school and got a place of my own, just like your dad owns this place. Except much, much smaller.”
“Oh. Then what’s wrong?”
“Well, unlike your dad, who owns this place and can do whatever he wants, I don’t own my place, someone else does. I pay them to be able to live there. If I don’t pay them on time they get angry. So that’s why I was upset. But I’m okay now, see?” I put on a happy face to try and mask my worry. If I don’t make my next payment I’ll have to beg my parents to let me move back in.
“Well, can’t my dad just pay for you? He’s got buckets of money!”
I choke a little at this. I couldn’t have him do that. I don’t need charity. And I need to prove I’m not some lost little girl who needs help.
“Well, I couldn’t accept that Marnie. He’s much too nice to me, your Dad is.” I sigh a little, “Way too nice.”
Marnie stops talking for a moment and I can tell she wants to say something. I can see something bubbling up to the surface, but she seems to have a handle on things.
“What do you say I make you some chicken soup?” I wink at her, “Always makes me feel better when I’m feeling ill.”
Marnie nods, and follows me to the kitchen.
As I start gathering up a few things, Marnie finally is unable to control herself, and just bursts out with—
“He’s got a crush on you, so he’d do anything to keep you around!” she pants a l
ittle, seeming relieved.
“Held it in as long as you could, didn’t you, kiddo?” I say, knowingly. It’s uncanny how she manages to pick up on these things. I go and sit next to her, putting the soup on hold.
“He would pay for you if you asked him to,” she says, looking up at me.
“Yes, sweetie, I know. He is such a lovely guy.”
I pause, trying to break out of my daze, “But if I took that money from him, knowing that it’s because he’s got a crush on me, don’t you think that would be taking advantage of him?”
Marnie thinks for a moment, then sighs, “I guess… but I really want you to stay, too! So doesn’t that make it okay?”
“That’s sweet honey, but I can’t accept it. I’ve got to be a big girl and take care of myself.”
“But Daddy will take care of you, just like he did with Mom.”
Oh shoot, I didn’t want to get onto that topic.
“But Daddy says that’s why she left… because he kept doing everything for her and she got bored of him. Don’t tell him I said that! I wasn’t supposed to be listening!” she starts to whisper. “It was a secret phone call.”
I freeze for a second, because up until this moment I thought Marnie’s mom was dead. Then again, I was going by the words of a seven year old.
“So, don’t take any money from him! He doesn’t want to spoil you! And I don’t want you to leave!”
Oh gosh, now I feel bad. “Marnie, I’m not going anywhere. What kind of nanny would I be if I taught you it was okay to leave the people you care about?”
She smiles at me, and I had a thought. If I’m going to be a good nanny for Marnie, I need to know the situation. If Marnie’s mother isn’t dead, I suppose it wouldn’t be so bad to ask about her.
“So, what is your Mom like?”
“She was never really around to look after me, so I don’t really know. And that’s why I never saw Daddy either, because he was so busy.” Marnie shrugs, “But I know she didn’t like Daddy very much. She was always shouting at him if he didn’t do something she asked.”
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