by Sam Crescent
Evernight Publishing ®
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Copyright© 2016 Sam Crescent
ISBN: 978-1-77233-853-9
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Editor: Karyn White
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BEDDING THE BABYSITTER
Romance on the Go TM
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2016
Chapter One
“You want me to babysit this Friday?” Elise Kelley asked. She was twenty-one years old, and had been babysitting for Mr. Ross since she was a teenager, and his wife left him.
Jon Ross was a hot single dad. He worked out a lot, seeing as he owned the local gym. Some women thought he was wealthy, but he wasn’t. The gym made him enough to live comfortably, but also to put money aside for college for both kids. He dated but never brought a woman home.
Elise had heard that he was damn hot in the sack as well. Only from rumors she had heard while working at the mall serving doughnuts. He had quite the reputation.
“If you don’t mind. I’ve got a client coming by the gym, and he only likes to visit when everyone has gone.”
“Sure.” Whatever.
“Huh?” he asked.
“Nothing. You know if you’re going on a hot date, you can tell me. I’m just your babysitter. You don’t owe me any explanation.”
“It’s not a hot date. I’d tell you if I was taking a woman out. Are you available?”
“Yes, I’m available.” She happened to like the twins, George and Alicia. They were good kids, and they liked her as well. They behaved for her and never gave her crap, which was always a good thing.
“Excellent. If you came to the gym, you’d see that I wasn’t joking. I do have personal clients.”
“It’s no problem, Mr. Ross.”
“Please call me Jon.”
“No problem, Jon. You wouldn’t get me in a gym unless it had ice cream at the end of it.”
He chuckled. “I’ll see you Friday evening. Goodbye, Elise.”
Damn.
She loved it when he said her name. It was always so deep, and it made her panties wet to hear him.
He had already hung up, so she put her phone down, staring at it on the table.
“What’s the matter, honey?” her mother asked, walking into the room.
She was home from college for a couple of weeks, and she was using the time to catch up on her studies.
“Mr. Ross wants me to babysit for him.”
“Ah, I’m not surprised. The twins are not very nice from what I hear.”
“George and Alicia are sweet,” she said, defending the twins she looked after.
“I don’t know. I’ve heard they’re horrible, whining terrors. He went through the caring agency, and no one wanted to work for him. He’s had a hard time of it during school vacations when they’re off. From what I hear, you’re a godsend.”
Elise shrugged. “I’ve never had an issue with them, and I’ve been babysitting them for years.”
“I wonder if they see you as a mom figure?”
She almost spat her coffee out as she stared at her mom. “What?”
“Their mother left them when they were nothing more than babies. You’ve been the only one to take care of them.”
Elise had seen Jon struggling outside of the supermarket. Alicia had been screaming, George had stunk as he had filled his diaper, and Jon had just looked frazzled. Instead of walking past him like so many had done, she’d gone to him, offering help.
At first, he’d declined, but in that moment she saw the stain of George’s full diaper through his romper. She hadn’t even given him a chance to stop her. Picking George up, she had taken him to the toilet with Jon following behind her.
With an efficiency that obviously impressed Jon, she’d cleaned George up, changing his clothes, and settling him down with a pacifier. After she handed the quiet baby to his father, she’d picked Alicia up, and taken the warm bottle that had been kept in a special thermos in the carryall, and she started feeding her.
Within minutes she’d had both babies quiet and happy.
“Do you want a job?” Jon had asked.
It was a fond memory. He’d paid her to babysit after school, on the weekends, and pretty much every chance she got.
She’d put all the money into a savings account ready for college. The only time she didn’t babysit was when she had to attend family vacations.
“They’re good kids. I’ve missed them.”
Jon, George, and Alicia had been there for her high school graduation. It had been sweet to see the family she’d come to love. Of course, she’d been a little embarrassed by her crush on Jon Ross. He was thirty-five years old, and would never look at a woman like her. She was full-figured, enjoyed eating, and hated exercise.
She had always been comfortable in her own skin, never feeling the need to lose weight.
Her mother sat down and stared at her. “You didn’t bring any boys home.”
“No.”
“You’ve been in college, and there’s been no one?”
“There have been some guys, but none of them I want to see long term.”
There had been one guy, and she didn’t want anything else to do with him. He’d bragged to the whole of his fraternity about bagging a virgin. Any attraction she’d had for him, which had been little, had evaporated into thin air. It didn’t help that she had imagined him being Jon. When she had opened her eyes seeing it wasn’t Jon had taken all the fun out of the experience.
“I worry about you.”
“No need to worry, Mom. When I find a guy I like, you’ll be the first to know.”
“That’s always good.” She patted her arm, and Elise smiled at her.
Watching her mother walk away, she picked up her cell phone, and flicked the screen up, pressing the photo app. She flicked through the pictures, stopping on the file for the Ross family. Pressing the button to open them, she looked at each one. There were loads of George and Alicia, a couple of her, the twins, and Jon. Then there was a single one. It was the day of her graduation, and she had removed her gown so she was wearing her black celebratory dress. Jon had his arm on her hip, and as she looked at the photo, she couldn’t help but remember the buzz of his hand on her body.
If he’d been in school with her, he’d have been the jock, never looking her way.
Get a grip. He doesn’t want you.
He’s older than you.
Closing the file, she concentrated on the work in front of her, and not the crush that had gotten her through high school.
****
Friday night came too quickly, and Elise knocked on his door. She didn’t know whether to call him Mr. Ross or Jon. Was it rude to call him by his first name? He always asked her to, but her mother told her it was rude.
“Elise,” he said, opening the door.
Before she got a word out, twin bodies ran into her. She wasn’t prepared for it and tumbled onto her ass. Both bodies were on top of her, stopping her from moving.
“Elise, you came back.”
She wrapped both of her arms around them. “Of course I came back. I wasn’t going to leave you.”
“You stopped babysitting us,” Alicia said.
“I had to, honey. I’ve only been
to college.” She kissed the top of both of their heads, smiling. “I missed you guys as well.”
“Come on, George, Alicia, get up,” Jon said. “You’re going to crush her.”
“There’s no chance of that happening.” Jon picked up each kid, and she got to her feet, pushing her hair out of her eyes. “Wow, that was fun.”
“How was college?” George asked.
“I’m not finished yet. How is school for you two?” she asked.
“I think you two should go in and finish your homework.”
The twins grumbled, and Elise laughed. “I take it they’ve missed me.”
“I never knew it was so hard to get a babysitter.” He rubbed the back of his head, and his shirt lifted giving her a good view of his rock hard abs.
Her mouth went dry. “Erm, I never saw a problem, but my mom told me you had a problem finding people to take care of them.”
“I don’t know what the problem is. Every single babysitter runs out on me, screaming, and telling me I have evil spawn.”
Elise burst out laughing. “Yeah, right.” She looked at what he was dressed in, and saw he wore workout clothes. “Can I come in?”
“Sure, sure.”
“Have they eaten? Would you like me to cook dinner?”
“I’ve not fed them yet. I’ve got to head out. I don’t want to be late.”
“This must be one hell of a client,” she said.
“He is. Well, he’s something all right. He pays a lot for private sessions, and he doesn’t like to be watched when he’s working out.”
She walked into the kitchen. Nothing had changed since she was last there a couple of years ago. She had seen Jon and the kids around town when she was home, but it wasn’t the same.
“I can feed them. They’ve got homework, right.” Elise turned around to see him staring at her. “Is something wrong?”
“What?”
“You’re staring. Do I have something down me?” She glanced at her shirt, and then wiped her face. She’d not drooled or anything.
He was worth drooling over. “No, nothing. Sorry. It has been a while, Elise. You’re looking really good.”
Her cheeks heated. “I’m still the same person. Not a lot has changed.”
“No gym visits?”
“None. I told you, I don’t exercise. It’s what devil worshipers do.” She tried to make a joke, a little unnerved by his attention.
“There’s just something a little different.”
“I’m older. I’m not a teenager anymore.” She gave a little twirl then felt like an idiot after doing it. Jon could have any woman he wanted. She was not in his league.
“You’re beautiful, Elise. You always were.”
Silence fell between them, and she looked down at her bag, which she’d placed on a chair. “Erm, I’ll feed the twins and finish their homework if you want to head out.”
“You’re happy to do that?”
“Yeah. More than happy.”
“Okay. I’ll go.”
He paused, and she wondered what was making him hesitate.
Biting her lip, she watched him gather his stuff. She followed him into the sitting room, where he kissed his kids on the head, and then headed out.
The sound of the door closing finally gave her the chance to breathe. Phew, that’s done.
She hoped he never found out about her crush. It was so embarrassing, having a crush on someone who was not only older than you, but would also never look your way.
Walking back into the sitting room, she knelt down between the twins, and helped them with their homework, putting her thoughts of Jon to the back of her mind.
Chapter Two
Three hours later, Jon sat outside of his house, wondering what the hell had come over him. Tonight had been one of the worst nights of his life with trying to help his client, an overweight businessman, lose weight. The man was rich beyond his wildest dreams, and usually, Jon refused to do one-on-one training, but being offered thousands of dollars for training, he just couldn’t say no. George and Alicia were growing up fast, and even though he’d started a college fund for them, it would only help cover the first year.
They had to work hard in school, and he would help with college. They were only eight years old, but he wanted them to have the best of all worlds.
His wife may have left him with them, but he’d do anything for them. His wife, Bethany, had been a first class bitch. She was one of the women he’d fucked while he’d been training her. When he was young, he’d been a fucking asshole, and he suffered for it. Bethany had used him, gotten what she wanted, and dumped him.
She had thought she wanted to be a personal trainer’s wife, but when she saw his modest living, she moved on to bigger and better things.
After his experience with his ex, he’d been hesitant to start anything up with anyone. He didn’t trust women, apart from his daughter, and of course Elise. They were only after one thing, and since having kids, he had no choice but to grow up.
He still couldn’t believe that he had his ass handed to him by a teenage girl outside a supermarket, several years ago.
Elise had been a chubby little teenager, but she’d been a lifesaver to him.
Glancing up at his house, he couldn’t help the sudden stirring of his cock. It had been a good few months since he last saw her around town. She hadn’t stopped by, and he’d not sought her out. The twins asked about her constantly, but she was twenty-one years old now, too old to be a babysitter.
Not too old to chase.
Jon gritted his teeth. She’d been a nervous teenager around him. He’d known about her little crush, and he’d loved it. She was the first woman in years that actually excited him, but it was fucking wrong. Elise babysat for him. He was fourteen years older than she was. There was no way anything was going to happen between them. No way.
“I’m too old for her.”
He hadn’t lived like a monk. There were women he’d seen over the years, but none that he’d brought back home. Jon wasn’t interested in forcing another person onto his kids. There were times he felt guilty though. Bethany wanted nothing to do with them and ignored them all the time. She didn’t acknowledge their birthday, or Christmas, nothing. They didn’t get a card either. He didn’t mind. It was his kids he cared about. Bethany was a cold hearted bitch, and he wanted nothing to do with her.
Elise was the only woman his kids had grown attached to. They were evil little shits to every single sitter he’d gotten for them. It didn’t matter if they were male or female. George and Alicia knew how to drive them away.
What was it about the young woman that was distracting him? When she was younger, he’d always found her cute and adorable. She was young, and he’d found her crush sweet. No line had been crossed, and he’d never even thought about her in that way before.
Then her graduation happened, and it was as if he’d been alerted to the fact she was now a woman. Grabbing his cell phone, he pulled up the picture he had of them both together. She was wearing a black dress that showed her curves off to perfection. Most people believed he should be with some slender piece of ass who liked to run. He loved the fact Elise refused to visit his gym, or to change.
She was so full of life and independence.
That day, he’d gripped her hip, and with her pressed against his side, he’d felt how soft she was.
He’d dated slender women, never seeing the appeal of a fuller woman. But with Elise, he’d wanted to take her home, and show her what else he could be to her, other than the guy she babysat for.
After that photo, he’d taken Alicia and George home before he’d done anything stupid.
Climbing out of the car, Jon headed inside and was slightly shocked by the silence that met him. It had been too long since he’d had a silent house.
Something smelled good, and he wondered what they’d had for dinner. Entering the kitchen, he didn’t see any clue as to what she had cooked. There was also no sign of Elise.
Dropping his keys onto the counter, he entered the sitting room, finding her sprawled on the floor, her legs up in the air. She was listening to something and had her earbuds in her ear.
At first he was a little disappointed that she wasn’t listening out for his kids, and then he saw the old baby monitors she had. They were the expensive ones but were so damn good that he’d not been able to walk away from them. There were two in front of her, one of Alicia, and another of George. She always made sure they were cared for.
Reaching out, he pinched her toe, and Elise screamed, rolling over and kicking out.
He dodged her attacking feet and took a step back.
“It’s me, it’s me,” he said.
She got to her feet, tugging out her earbuds as she did. “Damn, you scared me. I’m so sorry. I was keeping an eye on the twins.” She reached down to grab the baby monitors. “I wasn’t ignoring them. I prefer to listen to music, and I don’t like having the television on. It’s too much of a distraction.”
He held his hand up. “No. I’m fine. I didn’t get killed. I stepped out of the way. I shouldn’t have touched you until you knew I was here.”
Elise started giggling. “I’m really sorry.”
He saw the humor as well, and began to laugh himself.
“God, I could have really hurt you.” She placed the monitors down. “I had no idea when you were going to be coming back tonight. I made spaghetti and meatballs. Twins love it, and they begged.”
“Was there any left for me?” He was ravenous.
“Yes, there is.”
She glided past him, and he followed, detecting a hint of cinnamon coming from her. It was a subtle fragrance that always clung to her. He loved cinnamon.
Elise bent over, pulling out his meal, and he couldn’t help but admire the curves of her ass. The jeans she wore molded to her figure, and it was driving him crazy. He wanted a feel—and a taste. His cock thickened, and he sat down, trying his best to hide the wood that he was sporting.