The interview

Chris

My whole body ached with pleasure and excitement as he pushed my legs open, trailing kisses up my calf. My teeth sunk into my lower lip to suppress my loud moans.

I writhed on the bed, and my hips gently bucked higher. He paused just before my thighs and looked up at me. His eyes were fiery, and he looked like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.

His lips twitched and kinked to the side in a cocky grin before he continued his delicious torture. I reached down to dig my hand in his full thick hair as he worked his way up my thighs in his trail of kisses.

My core ached with anticipation as he drew closer, his kisses becoming more impatient. My other hand grasped the satin bedsheets, and I threw my head back in a desperate attempt to brace myself for the wave of ecstasy that coursed through me the second his lips touched my center.

"Oh god..." I gasped, unable to hold back my moans any longer "Please...". My panties were soaking wet from minutes of anticipation, and my center was throbbing.

"Please what Chris?" he asked, raising his head to look at me.

"Please don't stop." I pleaded.

He put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer abruptly, then he resumed his kisses, past my dripping sex to my torso, up to my chest. Now the length of his body was against mine.

"I must say this interview is going a lot better than I expected," he said with a grin, his face hovering over mine and his hands trailing across my breasts.

My nipple hardened to beads at the contact, and more quickly than expected, his fingers closed over the right nipple, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh my god," I gasped and squirmed in his arms, but he held me still with his other hand as his mouth replaced his fingers on my nipples.

His hand focused on the other nipple, and he flicked his tongue up and down the one that was in his mouth.

I whimpered and grabbed him by his shoulder. He sucked and bit softly, and I cried out, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain.

My eyes were closed shut, but even if they were open, I knew I would not see a thing beyond this blurry and dizzy vision caused by his mouth and hands.

"I want you," I whispered, unable to catch my breath at the overwhelming sensation I felt.

He continued his mouth assault on my other breast, and when he was done, they felt hot and heavy and they glistened in the low lighting of the room. Cupping my ass, he brought his lips to mine in a passionate kiss that renewed the fire blazing through my body. 

In a bit of a second, he flipped me over, so I was straddling him—and just as the wave was about to break, my alarm rang.

Beep...beep...beep.

I bolted upright in my bed, gasping for breath. Although the details of the dream faded slowly, I could still feel the physical effects. My skin was sticky with sweat, and my heart was pounding heavily in my chest. And God the tension between my legs was palpable. 

"Oh my God, that felt so real." I breathed. "I can't believe I'm this nervous about this job." Or maybe you just need to get laid. A voice in my head advised.

I grabbed my laptop from the bed stand. The page open was on Lucas Maxwell, CEO of Binarid, a multi-billion dollar biotech company.

Last night, I had done a little research on Binarid, and the first hit on the g****e search list was a Forbes article on Lucas Maxwell. The article painted him to be an asshole but also a genius who used his pain to bring his company to the top 10 in the world and save lives. And he was freaking hot.

At the top of the article was a picture of him, "I guess you would be my new boss soon," I said to the picture. "I can't believe I just had an erotic dream about him," I muttered this time to myself.

I had to put the thoughts about my dream behind me, or I would never be able to work with him without making a fool of myself.

I shut my laptop close and climbed down the bed, heading to the shower.

Less than an hour later, I was in a black dress and a yellow and black striped jacket with my hair down, ready to leave. I picked up my bag and took a deep breath, then headed out for the first part of my interview.

The house was on the other side of town, quite a distance from my house, and it took me about two hours to get there. When I got there, I put the address I was given on the g****e map. A few minutes later, I was in front of the house.

I rang the doorbell once, and a man spoke from the monitor above me. "Name,"

I was surprised at how simple and straight to the point he sounded. "Christine Channing," I replied, looking up.

"Do you have an appointment?" he asked again.

"Yes, with Miss Mia, for the job of the nanny."

"Give me a minute."

A few minutes later, the door unlocked, and the voice came back, "Come in."

I turned the knob and entered the house. A tall and beautiful woman that looked a little older than me stood at the doorway. She was wearing a yellow summer dress, and her hair was pushed backward. She gave me a small smile as I walked in.

"Chris?" she asked

"Yes, nice to meet you." I held out my hand for a shake, returning her smile with a tentative smile.

She took my hand and gave it a friendly squeeze, "Mia, nice to meet you too." I liked her already, "Come on in."

She turned and led the way, the click-clack sound of her stiletto making a rhythm as we walked. She walked elegantly and confidently, and I could not help but wonder what her role was to the family. The article had said that Lucas was a single father, so she could not be his wife, maybe his sister.

I stared at her trying to find a resemblance between her and Lucas, but since I had not met him in person, that was difficult.

We walked past the Living room and a few other rooms until we got to the study. She opened the door and let me in before coming in and shutting the door.

The room was wide and spacious, and filled with so many books. Almost everything in the room had a shade of brown in it. Only a few books and the throw pillow had different colors. There were three sitting areas, I in the middle with a large brown office chair snd a desk and two sofas on the left and right.

"Please, sit." She gestured to the sofa on the right.

I sat as she took her seat opposite me on the left sofa. "Would you like something to drink? Water, Coffee, Tea?"

"Oh no, I'm fine thanks." I was too nervous to drink anything now.

"Okay, so I'm guessing you must have a few questions about the position."

"Yes, I do." The only thing I knew about the job was that the kids were twins, six years old each, and they needed a nanny.

"Okay," she crossed one leg over the other gracefully. "The first thing you should know is that they are fraternal twins, Aiden and Abigail, so you won't have an issue identifying who's who as is common with identical twins."

"So a boy and a girl, that's beautiful," I said, smiling. "I've always loved twins."

"I'm glad to know that. The kids have never had another nanny before. I have been taking care of them since their mom left."

"Wow, so you've been their nanny since they were born?" I had to get the question off my chest, and I could not think of a better way to ask without sounding nosy.

"Oh no, dear," she gave a small laugh, "I'm their aunt, Lucas' younger sister."

Shit, the interview had just started, and I was already blowing it. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

"It's okay, it's not like it's something we're hiding, you ought to know." She straightened in her seat, and her face changed to a sober expression "It pains me to leave them, but I have to, I'm getting married in just a few months, and after that, I'll be moving to another continent. So that's why it is important for me to leave them in the most capable hands."

I nodded, allowing her to finish.

"As you probably know, they have been through so much, and that includes my brother. The last thing I want is for the kids to ever feel the pain of not having a mother. I don't want someone who is only going to do this halfway and just let them go when it pleases them, do you understand me, Chris?"

"I understand, I have to commit full time to them. I can assure you that I have no other engagements so that would not be a problem." The only engagements I had were my paintings, my best friend Celine, and her cat. My whole life revolved around only those, every other thing left the same way they came. Like the asshole who had only been my boyfriend for one week and broke up with me because he found out he still loved his ex. Celine and I had a good laugh about him last week.

"No Chris," Mia's voice brought me back to the present. "You're not just committing to them physically, you have to give them your love, your emotion, and care. I'm not asking you to be too soft or sensitive, you would not last a week with them if you are. What they need is someone who would always be there for them, and can help them survive all the shit this world would put them through, or at least most of them." she looked at me with pleading eyes, and I could see the pain in them, she really did love them like her own.

I could understand better than most what it felt like to not have a mother —or a father — there for you when you need them the most. I had been abandoned all my life and forced to face the world on my own, and I had seen how shitty the world could be. It made me feel a connection to the kids, and an unyielding desire to protect them.

"Can you handle that?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"I've gone through a lot more in my life Mia, and I can assure you that nothing is too hard for me to handle," I assured her.

If you had to watch your mothers overdosed, lifeless body on the bathroom floor, had to watch your father turn his back to you at the shitties foster care the world had to offer, had to stand for long long hours just to get a dollar to feed and had to be physically abused almost every other day, and you still did not break, I'm sure nothing would be too hard for you to handle either.

"Are you sure about that?" she asked.

"Most definitely."

She released a sigh and clasped her hands, "Perfect." She got up from the chair. Let's go meet the kids, if they like you, then you would have only one step left to be hired."

I was always told how well I worked with kids, but I could help but wonder what would happen if they did not like me. "And if they don't?"

She shrugged and I knew what that meant. If they did not like me I would not get the job.

"But hey," she said, "since I like you, I'll give you a hint, just be yourself. It may not seem like so, but they have a gift for knowing when you're trying too hard to impress them, and they don't like that at all."

I simply nodded. We left the room, and she closed the door.

Inside the elevator, I could not help but think about her words.

"Okay, be natural, be yourself" I muttered to myself, breathing in and out. It's not like your job now rests in the hand of these two kids right? I smoothed my hand over my dress, preparing my mind for them. Thankfully candy always did the trick if things did not go well.

Mia watched me with an amused smile as I took in and released deep breaths. " I assure you, they are well behaved, so you don't have to be so scared of them,"

I smiled back at her, and the elevator dinged open.

She led the way to a large playground room. The kids were on the floor, trying to build something with their Lego toys.

Although they were fraternal twins, they had a striking resemblance, the same brown hair, the same sparkling blue eyes, and the same height. They looked like the male and female versions of each other, with their skin as the only physical difference between them.

"It's so hard, I'm not doing this anymore," Abigail said with a defeated frown.

They had not noticed that we were standing at the door.

"Abbie, you can't give up so quickly, let's try it one last time please?" Aiden looked at Abigail with pleading eyes.

Mia nudged my ribs, and I took it as my hint to join them.

I took a few steps toward them and knelt beside them. I picked up the instruction manual on the floor next to Abigail.

This caught their attention, and they both looked at me, almost terrified. The sight of their aunt behind me seemed to reassure them.

"What if we use the manual," I lifted the manual with a smile.

"But it's hard to understand," Abigail whined, "its for boys, I want to go and play in my dollhouse,"

"What if we make a dollhouse?" I suggested.

"Can we make that? They chorused together, excitement flashing in their eyes.

"Of course, we can, it's all here in the manual." I moved closer to them on my knees and laid out the instruction guide on the floor.

For the next 30 minutes, we all worked together to make the dollhouse. I read the instructions to them, Abigail searched for the pieces, and Aiden did most of the building.

Mia, who was now leaning on the slide, watched us with a smile.

"Aunt Mia," Abigail called, "Come and see our dollhouse."

Mia joined us on the ground and looked at the house with admiration. "It's beautiful guys, you did this?"

"She helped us," Aiden said pointing at me.

"We all did it," I pointed out with a smile, I decided to take the chance to tell them my name. "I'm Christine, but you can call me Chris."

"Thank you for helping us, Chris," Aiden said, looking down. He seemed to be the shy one among them.

"You're welcome," I replied, trying to meet his eyes.

"Would you like to see my book about a princess called Christine?" Abigail asked excitedly.

"Yes, please show me," I said with a smile, and we both went to the study table, while Mia helped Aiden pick the rest of the Lego set up.

She picked up a book that looked like a history book for children and flipped the pages. She flipped them so quickly that I thought the pages were going to tear off.

When she finally got to the page she was searching for, she stopped and showed me. "See you're a princess,"

"Well, thank you," I said, unsure of what to say. I felt oddly terrified around them. "She was a very beautiful princess."

"Daddy said I'm his little princess too, so we're all princesses." her smile deepened as she spoke.

"Well, daddy is right, I think you're a very beautiful princess too," I said with a saucy smile.

"And I'm his little genius," Aiden added as he and Mia joined us at the table.

"Because you like science," Abigail said

"Chris, would you like to see my toy science lab in my room?" Aiden asked.

"I would love to, but I can't go to your room yet," I explained.

"Why?" They both asked in unison.

"Because this is part of Chris' interview." Mia chipped in.

"But I thought she was our nanny already?" Aiden asked.

"No Aiden, your father has to approve of her first," Mia answered.

"What is approve?" Abigail asked, her eyes flicking between me and Mia.

"It means that your father has to agree to have me as your nanny," I answered.

"But we want you to be our nanny," Abigail whined.

"Yes, can't you just call daddy aunt Mia?" Aiden added.

"Honey, your father has to meet her in person to know if he likes her or not," Mia explained as she leaned down to brush the hair from his face.

"But we like her already," they complained. Their uniform thoughts and speech would take some getting used to, but it was so adorable.

I felt a flicker of hope that they felt that way about me, but I was not going to get hired unless their dad approved.

I left my seat and dropped on one knee, bringing them closer to me. They were both frowning, and Abigail had her hand wrapped around her body.

"Kids," I started carefully, "I'm so glad you like me, and I want you to know that I wouldn't want anything more than for your dad to approve, but we have to wait and hear what he says okay?" They nodded, but their expression did not change.

"If he approves of me, I'll come to your room to say goodbye to you before I leave." This earned me a smile from both of them.

"Will you look at my lab when you come?" Aiden asked, his eyes widened expectantly.

"Will you build another dollhouse with us?" Abigail asked too, her hand was no longer wrapped around her body.

"Yes, we will do all of that and more, but only if your dad approves."

They turned to Mia, "Aunt Mia, will daddy let Chris be our nanny?" Abigail asked.

She stroked her hair with her hand as she spoke, "We'll just have to wait, sweetie. But I don't see any reason why he would not. For now, Chris and I have to go back downstairs, so she can meet your dad?"

They both nodded, and I was happy to see that the smile was back on their faces as we left.

"That went better than I expected," Mia said in the elevator as we went back to the study.

"I know right. I was nervous for no reason." Abigail and Aiden were adorable, and I just loved the fact that we bonded really quickly. I looked forward with anticipation to being their nanny, and the thought of it made me smile.

"My brother will be landing in 10 minutes, so we'll wait in the study."

"He's landing?" I didn't know he was out of town.

"Yes, the helicopter. He had a meeting in Berkeley." Now the flat roof made more sense.

"Okay," I had a feeling winning him over would be more difficult.

"You don't have to be scared of my brother," She said as if she could read my mind "he can be an asshole sometimes, but he's a good man that loves his children, and he can never say no to those little angels."

"Good thing the kids liked me then, right," I said.

"Yes, and I like you too. It would not be hard to convince him. So relax."

I sat in the study waiting patiently while Mia went out for a while to take a call. I took the chance to admire the library further. I had to pee, and I clenched my legs shut to hold the pee for as long as possible.

A few minutes later, I heard the loud sound of the helicopter landing on the rooftop. I closed my eyes, praying everything would go well. Apart from the fact that I had fallen in love with the kids overnight—I had a thing for kids and pets— I also needed to get this job to get Gordon and his men off my back.

As I was thinking about Gordon and how to pay back the loan I had taken from him, I was distracted by the clicking heel of Mia's shoe. And from the sound of her voice, she was not alone.

My body erupted into pins and needles as they came closer to the door, and I took a deep breath. Before plastering a bold smile across my face. The last thing I needed was to show any sign of uncertainty or weakness.

I shifted in my seat and tilted my legs to the side then crossed them at the ankles. I had read on a website that the posture made females look more professional.

Mia walked in first, and next to her, the most beautiful man I had ever seen walked in.

I was taken aback by his beauty, despite the fact that I had seen countless pictures of him. I had even had a sex dream of him just this morning. Maybe it was the fact that he looked even hotter in person.

Apart from his handsome face complimented by sparkling blue eyes and a chiseled jaw, he had an imposing figure. If I thought Mia was tall, it was because I had not met her brother. He made Mia look like she was an average height woman, and I imagined how a 5ft7 like me would look next to him.

He looked at me with cold eyes, almost void of emotion, and I was tempted to look down, but I didn't. I managed to get to my feet and offered a half weak, half-bold smile.

"Christine, this is my brother Lucas. Abigail, and Aiden's dad." Mia said, breaking the silence. With the way she was looking at me with her brows raised, I was pretty sure I had drool all over me from gaping at my would-be boss.

"Lucas," she continued, "this is Christine."

"Hello, Mr. Lucas," I said, stretching my hand out to shake his.

He did not take my hand, and after a brief moment, I put my hand back at my side feeling slightly offended. "Okay, so no shaking," I said nervously, "I would like to say your kids are really adorable."

He still does not say anything, and I looked from the corner of my eye at Mia, who was looking more uncomfortable than me.

He stared me down in an assessing manner, from my hair to my shoes. The way he looked at me made me feel like an alien that just dropped from another planet.

"I don't like her. Get someone else." he finally said.

My mouth dropped, and my eyes widened. The thrumming in my cheek increased, mirroring the way my heart was pounding in my chest. I did not need a mirror to know how red my cheeks were with embarrassment.

"Lucas," Mia admonished.

"I said I do not want her, and that's final." Then he turned back toward the door with his hand in his pocket.

Mia shot me an apologetic look and muttered a quick "I'll be back," before going out after him.