by Naomi Niles
I had made it through my first week on the job, and so far, it was going well. I ended each day feeling exhausted, but satisfied, like what I was doing made a difference for this sweet little girl.
I stripped off my clothes, throwing them in the hamper for Emma to wash in the morning. I had to admit it was nice having others do my laundry, clean my room, and cook my food. A girl could get used to this.
I carried the baby monitor with me into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The spray of hot water felt magical as it washed over my skin and massaged my sore muscles. Carrying around a three-year-old girl and crawling around on my hands and knees through slides was a lot more physical than I would have thought. No wonder Tate needed a physical trainer.
The thought brought to mind images of Tate's muscular physique. I'd seen him without his suit jacket on several times, but I longed to view that strong chest with no shirt at all. In my dreams, he would come to my room and make love to me. Too bad that was only a fantasy, with no way of becoming a reality.
I had just finished rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I heard a sudden cry sounding from the baby monitor. It was Halle, and she was screaming with fright.
A turned off the water to shower as fast as my hands would go, grabbed my robe and threw it on. I was still wrapping it around my body and tying the belt into place as I ran from my bedroom into the nursery.
"It's okay, Halle. I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here," I called out soothingly. I took her into my arms and caressed her cheeks, which were damp with tears.
"Did you have a bad dream?" I asked, and she nodded her head silently, sucking on her thumb.
"It's alright. You're safe and sound in your bed, and I'm right next door. If you need me, I'll be right here in two seconds. Okay? Now lie down, go back to sleep, and have dreams about kittens and rainbows."
Halle was quickly soothed, and soon she was lying in her bed and closing her eyes. I started to back out of the room when she sat bolt upright in her bed.
"No! My blanket! My blanket!" She was nearing hysteria, and my eyes darted around the room, searching for the desired object.
Suddenly, I saw it. There it was, draped across one of her dolls in a toy crib. I plucked up the soft pink blanket and handed it to her in her bed. Halle gripped onto it like a drowning man with a life preserver and hugged it to her cheek.
"I need my blanket." She sighed, clearly content to have it once more.
"Now you have it. Sweet dreams, Halle. Go to sleep now."
She nodded happily, hugged the blanket to her cheek once more, and closed her eyes. I started to sing a gentle lullaby, letting my voice get softer and softer until I stopped singing completely. I stood silently, watching her chest breathing evenly, and knew that she had fallen asleep once more.
"Whew." I sighed to myself and began to back out of the room.
"Good job," a male voice whispered behind me, and I turned to see Tate standing in the doorway leading from the nursery to the hallway.
"Thanks." I blushed. I followed him into the hallway and whispered, "What are you doing here? Did she wake you?"
"I was walking from my study to my room when I heard her crying. I was on my way to take care of her, but you beat me to it. I have to say; you're fast. You really are good with her. You're an amazing young woman."
He was clearly admiring me, and it made me feel strangely shy. Casting my head down, I noticed that my bathrobe wasn't entirely closed, and my right breast was showing. Blushing, I closed it rapidly, and said nervously, "I'm so sorry about that. It won't happen again, Mr. Holland."
"Call me Tate, and don't worry about the dress code when no one else is around."
His voice was husky and low, and the way he stared into my eyes was seductive. My knees grew weak, and I stumbled to regain my balance.
"Are you alright?" he asked with concern, placing his hands on my shoulders to steady me.
"I'm fine. Just tired, I suppose."
"Well, you've been working hard – up early every morning, and staying up late every night."
"I was just going to bed when I had to tuck Halle back in," I explained, then as a joke, I said, "Now I wish someone would tuck me in bed."
"I'll do it," Tate said, with his eyes burning into mine. I couldn't tell if he was serious or joking.
"You will?" I giggled.
"Sure. Why not?" he said with a lighthearted grin. "Now get into bed young lady, and let me tuck you in for a good night's sleep."
He gestured his arms towards the door leading to my bedroom and followed me through it.
"I can't go to bed with wet hair," I said, but Tate wasn't deterred.
"Let me braid it for you. I do it for Halle sometimes. She likes sleeping in braids because when she wakes up in the morning and undoes them, her hair is wavy. I bet you'd look wonderful with wavy hair."
"Okay." I sat on the chair by my vanity table while he braided my long hair. It felt strangely comforting to be cared for in such a way. When he was done, he secured the ends with plastic bands.
"Alright, now put on your pajamas," he instructed in a solemn voice. He turned to my dresser and started opening drawers until he found the one where I kept my nightclothes. He pulled out a pink silk negligee and held it out to me. "Put it on."
I took it from his hands, feeling apprehensive. Was he going to watch? But then he turned his back to me so he couldn't see. I removed my bathrobe and let it fall to the floor, so I was completely naked with him standing just two feet away from me. All he had to do was turn around, and he would see me fully naked, but he didn't. He just waited patiently while I stepped into the negligee and pulled the thin straps over my slender shoulders. Then I plucked a pair of matching pink panties from my dresser and slid them up to my hips.
"Alright, I'm dressed," I said, allowing him to finally turn around. He gazed at me, and I held my breath, hoping for his approval. The way his eyes dilated and he struggled to swallow told me all I needed to know.
"Time for bed." His voice was a gravelly rasp now.
Tate pulled back the covers of my bed and patted the mattress with his firm hand. I climbed in, and he pulled the covers over top of me, snuggly tucking them around me with caring hands.
"Comfortable?" he asked me as I lay with my head resting on the pillow and the covers all around me.
It was an interesting question. I was in a strange house with a handsome man who may or may not have committed murder. Moments ago, he had seen my bare breast, and yet he hadn't peeked when I was standing beside him naked. Now he was looming over me as I lay in my bed, and all I found myself thinking was that I hoped he would join me under the covers and make love to me.
I could tell just by looking at his large hands that he would be endowed with the kind of equipment that could split me apart, and I imagined he had the skill to use it in ways that would take me to heaven and back again. Just like that girl who had been murdered had most likely gone to heaven.
But was I comfortable? Yes, I was. As crazy as it seemed, I wasn't afraid. I trusted Tate. He didn't strike me as being the type of man who could kill someone. He had treated me with nothing but kindness and warmth. I was completely comfortable in his presence and wanted nothing more than to be comfortable in his arms, with his lips on my body.
"Yes," I said in response to his question, my voice a husky whisper.
"Good." He smiled and leaned towards me. This was it! Surely he was going to kiss me now, and soon we would be making love. But his lips touched down on my forehead, instead, in a chaste little kiss a father would give a child.
"Goodnight, Rachelle, sleep well," Tate said to me in a tender whisper, and then he was gone.
Chapter Eight: Tate
Back in my study, I slammed my fists against my desk in frustration. Damn it! I should have done more than just kiss her on the forehead. I should have done what I'd wanted to do since the moment I saw her.
I should have kissed her lips and taken her body for my own.
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nbsp; God, how I want her. For the past week, this beautiful girl had been living in my house, sleeping in a bedroom just down the hall from mine, showering naked, and I hadn't touched her yet. It took all my effort every day, and especially every night, not to go to her and fuck her. Especially tonight.
Rachelle Clare drove me absolutely wild. Her coy behavior was either horribly defiant or incredibly naive– and my instincts told me it was the latter. I had a feeling she hadn't even read the contract she signed, which was all the more reason for me take things slow with her.
I'd let things slide concerning the dress code, but as the days went by, I found myself wanting her more and more, and so it became increasingly important to me that she wore skirts and dresses that were easily accessible. I needed her to be available to satisfy my needs at a moment's notice. With Halle and all the servants in the house, I couldn't afford to waste time getting her in and out of pants. In a skirt, all I had to do was slip myself up underneath the fabric for instant access to her pussy. I could fuck her whenever I wanted to, and if anyone walked in on us, they'd never know what had been going on.
Soon, it would be that way between us all the time. But I hadn't made my move yet.
Rachelle was beautiful and sexy, but she was also very new. After all, she'd only been working here for a week, and Rose had been dead for less than two. I didn't want to risk driving Rachelle away or losing her by making my move on her too quickly.
I needed to know she was ready for me, but realizing that she hadn't read the contract made that more difficult. How would she react to being employed not just to fulfill Halle's needs, but also my own? Although being a nanny was an important part of why I needed her, satisfying my sexual desires was equally vital. I just wondered how she'd take it.
When I was tucking her into her bed, I'd been certain that she wanted me, but then she'd looked at me with her blue eyes so wide I began to have doubts. Was that desire or dread; intimacy or intimidation?
Seeing her in that negligee, it almost didn't matter. I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted any woman, and before too long, it wouldn't matter if she felt the same for me or not. I had to have her, and soon.
Just then, the phone rang on my desk, startling me from my lustful thoughts. I pick up the line only to discover it was my attorney, Thomas Tandy.
"Tom, what the hell are you doing working at this hour on a Friday night?" I asked him with a jocular tone.
"Can't a guy just call to check in on his favorite client?" he joked back.
"Not in your case. If you're calling me, I can only assume that you're billing me for it." I was kidding, but there was truth behind it. I wondered if there hadn't been some kind of development in the investigation to Rose's murder.
"Well, you've got me," Tandy confessed. "I wanted to let you know that I'm hopping on a redeye tonight and that I'll be out of reach all weekend long. If you need anything, my paralegal will be on call twenty-four hours a day."
"Out of town? Must be nice. I wish I had that luxury."
"No going out of town for you, sorry," he mocked.
"Yeah, thanks for rubbing it in. Well, enjoy your trip and thanks for letting me know. So far, there hasn't been anything new that I need your services for."
"Not so fast." Tandy sighed. "That brings me to the other reason I called."
"What is it?" I was instantly on alert.
He got right to the point. "I got a call from Detective Mitch Miller today. He said he got the forensics report back and that it's bad news for you."
"What the hell does mean? What's bad news for me?" I demanded.
"I don't know. He wouldn't give me any more details other than that. I told him I had a right to all evidence they had against my client, and he said they would divulge the information on Monday."
"Awful sweet of him to give us a heads up," I said sarcastically.
"I hate to spoil your weekend with such vague information, but I didn't want you to be blindsided, either. I don't know what Miller has, but you need to be prepared for anything."
"Thanks. I will." My voice was even, making me sound deceptively calm, but inside, my blood was boiling with anger.
No sooner had Tandy hung up the line than I took the phone and chucked it across the room as hard as I could.
"God damn it!" I shouted as the phone slammed against the far wall and shattered into pieces on the floor. I buried my face in my hands and tried to breathe. This could not be happening to me. I wanted to escape, but like an animal, I was trapped, unable to leave town. I needed to release this pent-up frustration raging inside me.
"Is everything alright in here?" Rachelle's sweet voice called out as she poked her head inside my office door.
"What do you want?" I barked at her.
She looked down at the broken phone on the floor and then back to my ravaged face. With a look of concern, she stepped into my office and door firmly behind her, saying, "Everything's not alright."
She was standing there, just a few feet away from me, wearing nothing but the pink silk negligee she'd put on when I tucked her in bed. Her long legs seemed to go on forever, and I could clearly see the shape of her nipples through the thin fabric.
Standing up, I walked around my desk and strode right up to her. We were so close to each other, I could feel the heat coming off her body. Her blue eyes were shimmering with feelings for me, and I could see her breasts heaving with excitement. She was so damn beautiful and sexy, it was more than I could bear, and I put my arms around her body, pulling her close to me.
I needed a release from everything I'd been through – and this time I was taking it. This time, I wasn't tucking her bed with a chaste kiss on the cheek. This time, I was taking what was mine.
Chapter Nine: Rachelle
"What are you doing here?" Tate asked as he pulled me into his arms. His voice was a husky growl, and there was something feral in his eyes. "Are you spying on me?"
"No, I wasn't eavesdropping. I heard a loud bang from my bedroom and was worried you might be hurt." I was trapped against his chest now, unable to escape.
"I'm glad you weren't eavesdropping because that's a bad thing. Tell me, are you a bad girl?"
"No. I'm a good girl," I stammered, not sure what he meant. I could feel his heart beating next to mine, rapid with passion.
"Show me what a good girl you are," he whispered. Then, without warning, he put his hands on my face as he took my mouth with his. His lips forced mine apart, allowing his tongue to invade my mouth powerfully. I was helpless to resist as his hands wound through my hair, holding me locked in his embrace.
It was all-consuming. I succumbed to the power of his kiss and went limp before him. Tate caught me, holding me to him as my arms wrapped around his neck, and we continued kissing hungrily. My breasts were squashed against his muscular torso, and my nipples hardened with arousal as we devoured each other with passion.
His strong hands slid down my body, cupping my buttocks, and suddenly, he lifted me up into the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, still kissing him like it was the end of world, and he carried me across the room to his desk. He set me down on the wooden surface and peeled off his jacket. He tossed it on the floor, and then stripped off his shirt, tossing it onto the jacket.
His bare chest was even more magnificent than I had imagined, rippling with muscles and deeply tan. I ran my hands over his abs and up his pectorals. Unable to resist, I brought my lips to his nipples and kissed them sensuously while he ran his hands through my hair.
Groaning with pleasure, he said, "You are a good girl."
His hands slid down my neck, gripping my throat for just a fraction of a second. He squeezed, cutting off my air supply. It was terrifying and yet incredibly erotic, but it only lasted for a moment before he released my throat and continued to move his hands downward. He pulled my negligee up over my head, exposing my bare breasts. He just stared at them, drinking them with his eyes.
"God, you’re beautiful," he whispered in a husk
y voice, then he buried his face in my breasts, kissing them all over. I braced my hands on the desk behind me, threw back my head, and arched my back, thrusting my breasts towards his hungry mouth. Gasps and moans tore from my throat as his lips found my nipples.
He took his time with them, relishing the moment, and I reveled in the sensations of his devotion. First, he licked each one with long slow laps of his tongue. My nipples hardened into taut nubs, poking outward, searching for more of his touch.
Then came the kisses, soft and slow at first, then hungry and needy. My nipples tingled with pleasure that radiated through my body to my loins, making me wet with desire.
Finally, came the suckling. I gasped with pleasure at the sudden jolt of pleasure as his mouth worked my hardened nipples, first one and then the other.
"Harder. Suck harder," I panted. He willingly obliged.
Moisture soaked my panties as my hips began to grind on the desk, yearning to feel him inside me.
"I want you," I moaned. I unfastened his belt and unzipped his slacks. He stepped out of them and removed his underwear. I gasped at what I saw. He was enormous, and I felt my wet pussy quiver at the sight of him. I wanted him more now than ever.
I grabbed his hard dick gently with my hands and began to stroke the length of him. He groaned with pleasure and pulled me by the hips to the edge of the desk. Spreading my thighs, he put my legs on either side of the desk, making me sit spread-eagled before him. Sliding his hand up my thighs to my panties, he ripped them off my body with his strong hands, shredding the flimsy fabric by the seams.
"Never wear panties again. I want you to always be accessible to me with nothing in the way," he commanded. Then he fucked me with his fingers, sliding them in and out of my wet pussy while he massaged my clitoris with his thumb.
It drove me wild with pleasure, and I laid back on top the desk, thrashing and writhing with ecstasy. There were various objects on the desk, like a pen holder, stapler, and notepad. I pushed them all off the desk, and they fell to the floor with a noisy crash. I thought Tate might object, but he didn't say a word. Instead, he kept working me with his fingers until I was near orgasm.