Being His Nanny (A New Adult Romance): Part 1 Page 6

  He cocked his chin, raising it a bit before eyeing me closely. “And I always get what I want. Always have. Always will. Theo!”

  Immediately Theo walked into the room, polished as diamond, waiting for his every beck and call. “Tell chef Montley that I’ve decided on dinner. Filet Mignon, petite potatoes, my favorite salad, baked bread…” He played with his lower lip with his fingers as if he were studying me. As if I were to be for dinner.

  “And what is it that you fancy, Chelsea? Surely you fancy something.” His eyes brightened at something. I was so thankful for a moment to breathe and get my breathing back to normal.

  Inhale Chelsea. Speak.

  “Um…I’m fine really.”

  “We will have crème brulee for desert. Or would you prefer a chocolate mouse?”

  “Choc…chocolate mousse,” I confessed. I was a sucker for chocolate.

  “We will have choc chocolate mousse for desert.” He winked at me, and Theo kept a straight face as he poured me more wine. He handed it to me and nodded a small bow of “it is done” or “so be it” and walked briskly out.

  “Are you trying to get me drunk?” I was feeling slightly tipsy.

  “I’m trying to get you to be my damn nanny. Tell me, what is so fucking interesting about that café, anyway?”

  “I like to people watch. It will give me interesting ideas for character development in my method acting.”

  “I can give you plenty of interesting things to study, if you wish. If you so desire. Show you a whole new world, I can.”

  I believed him.

  “What…what type of new world?”

  He ran his fingers beneath his chin, speculating, pondering. “I guess you will just have to stick around and see, now, huh? Look, my daughter took such a liking to you. She never does that. Her happiness is important to me. The choice is yours.”

  Chapter Seven

  I roamed the curious walls of the palace-like estate. Well, it wasn’t like a palace. It was a palace! I know I shouldn’t roam freely, but I couldn’t help it. Besides, it’s not like I was going to steal anything. And if anything, if I were caught, I could always confess that I thought I heard something. Yes, Jackson, I heard something coming from…well, I didn’t even know where I was so that would prove to be a situation. Yes, Jackson…I heard something from down the hall that way.

  Dinner was five star, no scratch that, ten star exquisite. I couldn’t believe real people like him existed and ate dinners like that every night. It was the best meal I had ever tasted in my life.

  After more wine, I practically needed to walk to keep myself from falling asleep since I was oh so close to falling asleep in the couch. Jackson had led me through everything, her bath time, her reading time, her prayers, and then bed time. She went to sleep with the most adorable smile on her face! It melted my heart. It made me feel like this wouldn’t be a bad job after all! After all, I was in a freaking castle!

  He then informed he had a late night meeting and asked if I could start tonight as my first night.

  So, there I was.

  My first nannying job.

  It was ludicrous. But maybe I was finally finding a bit of random luck in my life. Maybe I could finally go shopping like Sky for once and buy whatever I wanted. The make up, hair products. The expensive work out places. After all, acting was very much an image related industry. And oh! I’d finally have time to workout! My mind was racing with excited thoughts about my future here in this castle and this new venture.

  I turned around to look behind me. It was a long wide hallway with dark wooden floor and a luxurious-like red embroidered rug with rich gold thread designs that greeted me.

  I turned a left past the giant staircase that separated into two separate staircases. Hmmmm….left…or right? I thought. And would I even remember how to get back?

  Left.

  I walked slowly down the mysterious new hallway, with the wonder of one when visiting an art museum. So much to see! I approached a small semi circle with iron railing overlooking a cute little sitting room below.

  It was a sitting room next to shelves of books. Hmmmm…how do you get down there? This place was so vast and interesting! I looked around but only saw more hallways. That’s when I was brave enough to walk to the side of the terrace to the closed door.

  Maybe it was this door that led to a secret staircase.

  I opened the door slowly. The door was barely open inches when I squealed in delight. Man, I should be a psychic or something! There below me was a dwindling spiral staircase, faintly lit from light outside hallway. I looked around for a light fixture and finally found one.

  A beautiful gas lantern illuminated the stairs. I took one plunging step down the staircase before I stopped. It was all so very quiet. Quiet as a church mouse. I could barely even hear the grandfather clock hallways away. In fact, I couldn’t even hear it. I reached for my phone and grasped it for some reason. For comfort? For moral support? I wasn’t sure.

  “What am I doing?” I let out a small whisper.

  “Just do it! Just go down the staircase!” I whispered again.

  I inhaled another breath and slowly descended the stairs. Step, step, step…another circling flight lit by another gas lantern. I admired the brick walls as I continued to climb further down. It was different architecture than the entire hallway. In fact, the only all brick wall I had seen in the French country mansion.

  I thought to myself as I continued to follow the stairs down….down…down. Surely I would have been to that lounge sitting area by now. Yes, I must be there by now. I had to be below the first level by now. I began to panic a bit not knowing at all where I was. But finally, I could breathe a bit easier as I came to a plush lounge chair handsomely perched in front of some angelic 17th century art. Or was it 16th century? I couldn’t tell. It was gorgeously framed in baroque gold. All that lay down in the little round room area was the chase chair, the picture and another door. It was not the sitting room I had just seen earlier.

  But a different room.

  And another door.

  Another door.

  Dare I open it?

  Come on, Chelsea. Do it. You’ve already come this far.

  My hand was a little clammy along the golden door nob. A little slit in the nob resembled a special spot for a skeleton key that probably would unlock the door. It was probably locked anyway, I reasoned.

  I slowly turned the nob and it continued turning. It opened. The squeak on the door indicated that I was soon about to discover what really was down there in the ultra secret place—but apparently not so secret since it wasn’t locked!

  As soon as the door opened, an automatic light above turned on lighting the way down. Only a few steps until the bottom of the floor.

  Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step.

  And there at the bottom of the stairs was a sight I had not even prepared my eyes for. I didn’t even know such a place existed!

  It was one large octagon shaped room with no windows, only fancy lights and lanterns. I didn’t even know what to look at first. I truly had stepped into an entirely different world. Adrenaline surged through my veins as everything screamed for my attention. On one large wall was a film screen and a video camera. On other walls, there appeared to be sex toys and sex swings, and displays housing intimate items like an ultra elite fancy sex store….leather straps, costumes, outfits, masks, feathers, a table with restraints, a vast array of dildos, nipple clamps hanging from hooks with special lighting from above, lighting the toys as if they were freaking Oscars! A table that looked like a gyno table with leg restraints. Everything was displayed in beautiful velvet, incased with the upmost care as if housing jewels. I didn’t even understand everything in the room. My heart rate escalated to full-sprint-in-the-middle-of-the-summer-heat-pulse as I felt the heat rising on my skin. What the hell? What the hell? I nearly fell over some bench with restraints when I scurried out of the room like a lobster freeing itself from a cage.

  I
shouldn’t be in this room. This is his private room. Jackson’s room? I never thought he’d be into this sort of stuff! I nearly fell over the stairs, busting my lip, as I ran out of the room. Once out of the other spiraling staircase, my hands shook and I felt small sweat beads around my brow. I shouldn’t have seen that. No I shouldn’t! Once I was upstairs, I quietly shut the door and proceeded to run quickly but not too quickly; I didn’t need stomping sounds alerting any of the staff or waking up Penelope. I quietly sped walked down the hall way and back to the hallway near the stairs. Thank you memory! Memorizing scripts sure did come in handy in times like this. Finally, I found my way back to the leather couch in the living room and caught my breath. But no matter how much I could calm my breath, I couldn’t calm my nerves.

  What the hell! I looked down at my phone. I should have at least taken photos so I could show Sky! She would know what everything was. I’m sure of it.

  “Well hello there! You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

  I screamed out.

  “Well, then you must have seen a ghost.”

  I calmed my breathing down. I could smell his rich cologne he was now steps away dressed to the nines topped with a charming smile.

  “I…”

  “Don’t worry. Any ghosts around here we are sure to catch on our cameras.”

  “Cameras?”

  “Of course dear. All throughout the estate.”

  Something flickered in his eyes.

  “There isn’t one single place any can hide. Not to worry.” He smiled demurely.

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  “Ah, you are a beauty.” I heard a voice and felt a finger lift my chin gently.

  Fright surfaced over my body as chills manifested. My nipples went hard from the fear and I began to shake.

  “You may see now, angel.” The lace was untied. I squinted as my eyes adjusted to a very handsome man in a pinstriped suit with slick back hair and warm brown eyes. I immediately scanned the room. Charcoaled lacquer walls, an elaborate gold mirror hanging and candles. And an extremely expensive upholstered bed with rich bedding.

  A bed.

  I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. Oh holy hell!

  There would be sex.

  Who the hell pays $200,000 for sex? I suddenly felt very . . . important in a weird way.

  I know I must have looked scared out of my wits. I was shaking and couldn’t hide my nerves. My shock.

  “Here,” a champagne flute was handed to me, the kind with gold not just decorating the top, but the stem had lines of gold as well.

  I took the flute cautiously and took a giant sip. Shit. Never take drinks from strangers. Okay, past the whole rule scene here. A man is paying to have sex with me. At least that’s what I am assuming. Rules have been broken.

  He studied me with careful attention and I shyly looked down at my heels.

  I could feel him staring at my breasts.

  “You are free to leave, if you like. There are no forced acts here.”

  “Le . . . leave?”

  Forced acts?

  His stubble on his chin was damn sexy. His smile was intoxicating. He had perfect teeth. I looked away again completely in a bundle of nerves. This hot man, wealthy man, wanted to pay to have sex with me. I couldn’t even speak. I took another sip of the champagne while my free hand fingered the heavy necklace nervously.

  “Do you wish to leave?”

  My eyes scanned the room again.

  $45,000 will be yours, McKenzie. Six more hours until you will be home. You can get through anything.

  I looked at his light brown eyes and felt my chin tremble. I wasn’t just afraid; I was terrified. I’d never done anything like this before. And he was damn good looking. He seemed harmless. But for some reason I felt a shiver down my spine. I had never slept with a perfect stranger before.

  Oh my god, what if he asks for a blowjob?

  My thoughts were racing and I couldn’t control them. I finished the glass as he chuckled and paced.

  “What is this place?”

  He spun on his heel. “Ah, the elusive and exclusive bc.” His eyes sparkled.

  I inhaled regret and stared at the ceiling trying not cry. I was scared shitless.

  “I . . . . ”

  “Are you afraid, lovely?” His eyes narrowed on me.

  I nodded.

  “I could see it in your body as you stood there. I sensed it. That’s why I bid for you. An angel like you should be looked after properly. I know all about you.”

  “You . . . you do?”

  “Uh hm.” He now sat next to me on the exquisite ivory sofa and trailed his finger over my skin.

  “I know why you’re here. Everyone’s here for something. It’s written all over your aura; you’re not here to experiment. You’re here to get a job done so you can go on with your life. It’s no different than any other person.”

  I couldn’t move an inch. His voice, his warm breath against my neck, his perfect hands. This immaculate man whose entire suit probably cost as much as my medical school tuition, sat inches away from me and I didn’t know what was going to happen next.

  “No one here services unwillingly.”

  My eyes crept to the left of my pounding head to view his face.

  “Tell me, angel. Do you find me attractive?”

  My chin tilted towards him slightly; but I was afraid to look at him. So afraid of his handsome face.

  I nodded quickly. “Very.”

  “Well, then.” He cleared his throat. “It’s apparent that I think you are a goddess.” His inflection peeked at the word goddess. His voice soothing, as if coaxing me for the grand act.

  “I’ll take care of you, precious.” His hand cupped the side of my face and I finally made eye contact with him. I was paralyzed by fright, intoxication, awe, wonder, and I felt heat in between my legs as moistness began to flow. Yes, my body was reacting to this man.

  He had movie star looks and curiosity did begin to get the best of me. What would happen if I stayed? He wasn’t hideous and fat; he was the opposite. Every woman’s fantasy!

  Because idiot, you’d be like a stupid prostitute! Snap out of it! He wants sex!

  My heart yelled out at me.

  His warm hand cupped my clammy face and filled my body with electric numbness, warming me, sending heat to intimate places.

  He trailed my cheek and then released his hand to rest his arm along the gold innate armrest. My perfect posture never failed me.

  I really need this money. And this answer to my prayer practically fell from the sky. How hard is sex? I’ve had it a few times with one person I loved dearly.

  “Are you second guessing yourself? I’m a gentlemen. But once you agree, I’m afraid I have a pretty hungry appetite and I may not be able to stop.”

  I slowly turned my chin and made eye contact with his deep eyes. Chills filled my entire body sending waves of coolness combined with the heat in my intimate places and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. There was no denying it; this man had a hold over me. I wanted him.

  “No.”

  And then with that one word, his wet large lips found mine as his hand reached the back of my head as he kissed me with such power that left me breathless and rendered paralyzed. His tongue played with my tongue as his hands began to undress me. His oversized hands cupped my breasts, I began to throb uncontrollably and my body begged to be filled.

  I wanted him to touch my bare nipples. Before I could even think, my head dizzy from the intense intoxication of this man’s power over me, my dress was unzipped and lay bunched at my waist. His hands gripped my waist and his lips hungrily found my begging nipples. With his teeth, he lowered my bra and sucked
at my nipple as I lifted my eyes to the ceiling in utter pleasure. My eyes rolled and my jaw opened wide. I gasped. If this was all we did for this one moment this night, it would be enough to last me for a lifetime.

  I could never remember my body ever reacting like this with my previous lover.

  I tried to quiet a small moan, but as he went to my other nipple and freed my bra, with now both hands on my breasts and kissing along my collarbone, the overwhelming pleasure feeling was too much. I cried out.

  “I like that.” He whispered. “I like seeing you in pleasure this way.” He leaned me back on the velvet sofa. Never did I imagine that a complete stranger could invoke such strong electric feelings. I struggled to breath as if I were under water and just burst from holding my breath for a minute.

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  The Professor Book 1 (The Lake Series)

  One Hot Morning, Book 2 (The Lake Series)

  One Hot Evening, Book 3 (The Lake Series) (menage a trois)

  The Elusive and Exclusive Billionaire’s Club: McKenzie’s Choice, Book 1

  The Elusive and Exclusive Billionaire’s Club: McKenzie’s Awakening, 2

  The Elusive and Exclusive Billionaire’s Club: McKenzie’s Fantasy, 3

  The Elusive and Exclusive Billionaire’s Club: McKenzie’s Fate, 4