Babysitter With Benefits

6

Gianna's P.O.V

When you arrive back, after letting your thoughts run rampant in the car, the kids hop out and head inside to prepare for their science lesson. You grab all their leftover containers, depositing them in the trash cans inside the kitchen, before you turn around and yelp when you realise Mr. Carter is standing behind you.

He looks utterly gorgeous in his navy blue button up, and black dress pants. Which his hands shoved in his pockets, and his blonde locks slicked back out of his face, you're completely helpless to the fire building in you.

Yes, he's very hot. Even when he's menacing

He takes another step towards you, and you inhale a sharpe breath, just now noticing your hands are clenched tightly to your chest.

"I just want to understand why you thought it was okay to do whatever you wanted with my children?"

Anger surges within you, and you let your arms drop down to your sides, while your hands ball into fists.

"I'm sorry that you don't let your children breathe"

He raises a brow, challengingly.

"Its not about breathing. Its about control. Following schedules to learn control over their lives and emotions.

'I think its about your control. Not theirs"

"You know nothing about me"

"And you know nothing about me, but I'll tell you something. I love children. And I know how important it is that a while. Allowed to let loose and be free to explore and learn. How are they supposed to do that if you set up everything in their lives. You talk about control, yet they have no control over their own lives, their own activities"

"That doesn't matter. Their mother was free, believed a lot of the same things you did and look at her now? All she's given them is disappointment"

You notice how he continuously steps closer to you.

"They are not their mother. They are only four and nine. Kids. You cant compare them to her"

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck while casting his gaze to the ground.

"Look, I like things doing a certain way here. You may crap all over schedules and control, but there's stability in all of that. Stability is safety"

He's not wrong about that. I think a lot if this comes from his insecurities from past relationships. He doesn't wan to live through that chaos so he's attempting to keep that from happening by smothering the kids with a heavy lesson plan.

You're surprised that he's managed to open up the way he has.

"Look, I just wanted them to have to break."

"From now on, you don't decide that"

"Fine, so long as you're willing to consider that they do"

You take a deep breath when he steps forward again and he's inches from you. He towers forward. Hips eyes shift to your lips, where they linger. Your lips are tempting close to his.

All he'd have to do is bend...

You glance up at him, wondering if he will kiss you, overcome with the urge to press your lips against his and melt into his firm body.

His eyes search yours, before he removes his arm from y9our waist and steps back. You're breathing. You attempt to catch your breath and calm your nerves. His eyes move to your shirt.

"Tell me, Gianna, are your nipples hard?"

Your mouth parts open in shock, but you nod.

"Yes, Mr. Carter, they are"

"Jeremiah"

You're surprised he corrects you, allowing you to be so informal and refer to him by his first name. He begins to unbutton his shirt as a tease.

'Okay, Jeremiah..."

You see a hint of a smirk on his lips. He runs his hand over his mouth, dispelling the smirk, before he addresses you again.

"I don't mind if the kids have an hour to relax a couple days a week... just make sure you talk to me about it."

Holy fucking shit, is he really agreeing with me? I'm completely shocked...

"Okay, I will. I apologise for not talking to you about it"

He nods slowly as he quickly buttons up his shirt.

"I have to get back to work"

He glances at his watch again, and runs a hand over his hair.

"Oh, okay. I-I'll let you go then"

"I'll most likely be working late. I'll probably check on the kids in the middle of the night"

Is he implying something?

He cant contain his grin.

"I'll be down there pretty late, wouldn't want you to be surprised like last time.. or maybe I do."

No way, he's flirting with me!

You cross your arms over your chest, and return his grin.

"If you'd be so lucky"

"Mhm. We'll see"

"Oh we will"

You watch him leave, and take a slow breath.

No way in hell am I getting any sleep tonight.