Babysitter With Benefits

33

Gianna's P.O.V

Upstairs, you quickly strip yourself of your shorts and t-shirt, searching through your closet for a decent pair of clothing. You decide on something simple. A pair of jeans and a long sleeved blouse. After smoothing the frizz from your hair, you descend the stairs slowly, pulling open the front door and peering out at Jeremiah's expensive car parked across the street.

Really, I could probably just drive myself.

You lock eyes as you walk down the steps out front of the house. You try to deny your desire. Suppress your lust with disillusioned thoughts, but it doesn't work. As you near his car, you feel wetness dampening your panties.

Why am I so turned on by him? Just seeing him makes me crazy with lust. Why can't I just hate him. I'd be so much easier that way. Hell, I thought he hated me. I figured he'd stay away, yet here he is...

When you reach for the door, you hold your breath, as if expecting the world to shatter around you if you're not too careful. You slide into the passenger seat, letting out the breath, and attempting to relax despite his ferocious gaze.

"Jeremiah.."

He parts his lips, as if he has something he wants to say, something that will cripple you before the heated conversation at a coffee shop, but he closes his mouth. He faces forward, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"You should... drive"

"You sound unsure"

I'm unsure of everything. This meeting. Him. Myself! Its so fucking frustrating.

"I am. Fuck"

You divert your gaze out the window and press our hand against your forehead. The tension in the car thickens as Jeremiah lets out an exaggerated breath. You glance back at him and notice the way he sets huis hands on his lap.

His fingers are so close to my thigh. To my.... dammit, I'm demented. I need to stop thinking about him in that way.

"I should drive"

"Yeah."

You clear your throat, embarrassed by your anxious outburst, before replying calmly.

"Yes... sorry. I just don't think us sitting in the car for long is a good idea. I don't know how to act when I'm alone with you"

You can tell he appreciates your honesty. His tongue flicks out along his bottom lip as he nods and pulls into the street.

All those times he's kissed me. The way he's caressed my body, and fucked me roughly and relentlessly. But its more than that. So much more. Thats what hurts the most.

The ride feels like forever. With your thighs pressed tightly together, and deep calculated breaths, you manage to appear relaxed within his car. You're thankful when he parks and you can just out of the car and onto the curb. Just gaining some distance helps you think clearly.

Okay.. well, no matter what, I just have to remember that its not about us. It's about his kids. What's best for them. They've had enough selfish people making decisions for them. Just because I want to be with their father doesn't mean its whats right. Even if it kills me inside.

Once inside, you order a coffee, concerned as to whether you should make it decaf because you're so on edge. With shaky hands, you retrieve it from the cashier, and manage a small smile, before moving to the seat you spotted earlier. With the coffee cradled in your hands like a lifeline, you sit and observe Jeremiah as he ordered his things.

He's so... blindingly attractive. The kind of beauty that is dangerous to indulge in. Like the sun. If you gaze too long, you might just scorch your eyes and change your view of the world.