GOOD GIRL

ALAN

I watch all color drain from her face.

Her eyes are laser focused on the stairs, her body trembling from my son’s rejection. I take the time to properly watch her. Button nose, blue-green expressive eyes, heart-shaped lips, thick brows and lashes… Reina Summers is no doubt the prettiest little thing I’ve seen in a while. A pure sight for sore eyes.

Her hand goes through her long, pale-blonde hair which spills over her shoulder in loose, careless waves. She says something to me. I don’t register. Her worried gaze returns to the stairs.

This woman is going to be a problem around here, I note to myself. First glance and I’m already wondering how well she takes to instructions. Hmm.

She speaks again. This time I’m listening. “I need to… is he okay, Sir? Can I meet him?”

I give her a nod. “Your job here depends on whether or not he likes you. If he doesn’t, we’d be done here.”

Her throat bobs as I turn around, making my way up the stairs. Ethan better fucking like her.

He’s sent a total of thirteen intending nannies home with his tantrums. I need a positive. I love my son, but I’m in Silver Crest for work.

We find Ethan at the end of the stairs, crouched in a corner like he’s hiding from us. My jaw tightens, my brows creasing as I lower myself to his height.

“Hey. What’s wrong, big boy?” I start, cussing internally when he lifts his head up and I spot tears clinging to the lid of his eyes.

Ethan watches Reina behind me. “Is she… is she back for Kaio?”

What?

“No! Oh my God, that’s what this is… can you… can I please talk to him now, Sir?”

I rise, moving backward so she can step forward. She crouches before him and smiles widely. That easy, soft smile of hers. It immediately entraps Ethan like it did me, and he hangs on to every word that leaves her lips.

“… so no, I’m not here for your neckpiece, handsome. I’m here to have fun with you. I’m looking forward to it actually.” She grins at him. Reina looks like she really looks forward to it.

But I know there’s more to her decision to come here. Despite her smiles and flustering since she arrived her, there’s also been flickers of worry in those color changing eyes.

This job is more important to her than simply ‘having fun’ with my son.

When she stands up again, I direct my gaze to Ethan. He lowers his head and mutters almost inaudibly,

“I like her.”

I frown. “You’d need to be louder than that, Ethan. And let me see your face.”

Seconds pass, and then he finally lifts his head and speaks a tad bit louder,

“I like her. She can stay.”

I nod once. Reina is beaming with smiles. She can barely hide her excitement, not even when she turns to meet my eyes and I’m watching her with a tight-lipped expression.

“Come with me.”

I hear her footsteps behind me. I don’t lead her to the sitting room like the rest of the women I interviewed. I turn the knob of my private office instead, stepping in.

The room is dark, chilly. I hear her breathing become louder. Fear. My cock is semi-erect in my slacks just from her reaction.

I frown. Bastard usually needs more than mere emotion to spring alive.

Rounding the table, I take a seat on the only chair available in my office and turn on the little lamp on the table. I can put on the light switch instead, but where’s the fun in that?

The light barely illuminates the room, only brightening up the table area.

“Mr King?” Her voice is quiet, unsure. I can’t fully see her face anymore, but I can see that youthful, perfect body. Even with a dress like that, it’s easy to see that she has a lethal body.

I still recall her body in the bakery’s uniform. Narrow waist leading to subtle curves—rounded hips and full thighs. Her breasts looks perfect on her frame. Everything about her is.

Half the restaurant had their eyes on Reina. She hardly noticed, though. Her attention remained on me the entire time, and it made me more excited than I should’ve been. I usually don’t notice female attention.

Especially from young, naive-looking girls like Reina.

My lips twitch despite myself.

“Yes?” I finally answer her, taking out the contract I’d drafted for the woman who’d finally become Ethan’s nanny.

“There’s… where can I sit?”

“Come here.” I say. She does not move.

“Belle.” I call out in slight warning. She starts to move, walking towards me. She’s slow, but I’m a patient man. Reina eventually stands before me.

Before I can be rational, talk myself out of it, I tap my lap twice. Her doe eyes widen, and she stares down at my lap like a plague.

“I-I can stand.”

My voice hardens, “Unfortunately, I need you to sit. Now, Belle.”

She folds her arms around her chest, pushing those tits upwards. I drag my gaze up to the rebellious expression on her face.

“And if I don’t sit on your lap? I don’t get the job?”

Stubborn. I don’t like talking back on a normal day. I’m a typical Dom, through and through. I get off women following my every command. Or so I thought.

Now however, her back talk stirs my cock and I snap,

“Wouldn’t you like to find out?”

She pauses a while. Her teeth nibbles at her bottom lip.

“Say please.”

“Sorry?”

“Close. Now say please. If… you want me on your lap.”

I clench my teeth. “I don’t beg.”

She shrugs. “Too bad.”

“Hmm.” I relax back against my chair. “And you seemed pretty desperate for this job.”

She frowns. Then shakes her head.

“Asshole.” She mutters under her breath, moving closer until she’s tumbling onto my lap, the weight of her supple behind pressed against my throbbing cock.

Reina adjusts herself on my lap, and I grip her hip before I’m tempted to fuck her in this office and scare her off this environment for life. She’s probably used to vanilla—simple ‘wham, bam and thank you’ sex.

I inflict pain for my pleasure.

Still, I’ve never been this hard in years. And she hasn’t done anything yet. Red fucking flag. Yet I pull her closer.

I don’t refer to her jab, don’t even tell her I heard it.

Reina gasps softly. “You’re… hard.”

“Hmm.”

I reach for the contract and place it in front of her, my hand clasping around her upper thigh.

As soon as she signs this contract, I have to make the boundaries clear. I don’t mix business with pleasure. But we still have time until she’s business.

She moves.

“Stay still, Belle.”

“Why?” She moves again.

I say nothing in return. She opens the contract. I push it closed.

She whimpers, “S-Sir!”

“Interview first. I need to ask a few questions first, remember?” I hum against her ear. She cranes her neck to stare at me. Then turns away quickly. I smirk.

“How old are you, Belle?”

I ask the question that’s been on my mind since she walked in. Why? Well, Reina Summers doesn’t look a day over eighteen, and I’m trying to convince myself that she’s not too young for me.

“Twenty.”

I nod. “Why do you want this job?”

My hand inches upward, disappearing under her clothing. We both watch, her breathing loud against the quietness of my office. Her skin is warm, soft. I want to bruise it.

“Belle?”

“Oh… um, my uh… gramma is sick and we need… we need money for treatment. Plus rent.” She stutters, opening the contract again. I push it closed, again. She wiggles in my hold. I grunt.

I don’t really give a fuck about her gramma right now.

My hand goes much higher, until I’m grazing her inner thigh. My thumb traces a slow, deliberate line there. She stills, and I hear a sharp intake of breath before she turns to face me.

Reina mutters, “You’re such a pervert!”

But she’s shivering, and the room is thick with the smell of her arousal.

“For you.” I answer. “Not usually like this.” I tell both Reina and myself.

She rolls her eyes petulantly, “Yeah right.”

“You didn’t really need to sit on my lap, you know? You’d have gotten the job still.” I tease her further.

Silence.

“Next question?” She demands suddenly, annoyance laced in her tone.

I chuckle. My hand starts to go higher. Her hand clamps on it. I use my other hand to peel it off, staring straight into her lusty eyes.

“I’m not wearing pretty panties.” She says quietly, her lips in a pout. I almost break out in a full laugh. Fuck, this woman.

“Next question. How well do you work under pressure? Like this?”

I finally graze her panties, freezing slightly when I find them drenched.

A soft, sweet moan leaves her lips and I know I have to fuck this woman or I’d explode. My finger goes to move her panties aside and I trace the outline of her soaked cunt. I watch the needy expression on her face with so much restraint, knowing I want to do more than just lightly touch her pussy.

Such a good fucking girl…

“Dad!” The door slams open and Reina falls off my lap at once. I fix my pants quickly, my voice strained when I answer,

“Yes, Ethan?”

But he refuses to say anything else. I grit my teeth, getting up to my feet just as Reina stands up too. I walk towards the light switch and turn it on.

He faces Reina. “Are you my nanny yet?”

I look at her too. She’s visibly flustered, her breathing uneven. Her eyes skitter everywhere but where it should rightly be—on me.

“I…”

“Yes.” I answer for her. She finally glances at me and I hold her gaze, “Yes, she is Ethan. Her name is Reina, and she’s your new nanny.”