The Nanny Affair

Chapter 21- Rosalie

Natty yells with joy as I step outside. When the moonlight hits her caramel complexion, it glistens, and when she leaps up and down, her gorgeous, tightly curled hair bounces up and down. I'm going to come right out and say it: my best friend has some serious sex appeal. The cold air gives me chills as I sprint to the cab.

"Hey, hot stuff!" Natty yells at Jasper. I look back to see Jasper's face break into a smile. He obviously appreciates Natty's exuberance, and I can see that he is truly pleased by the enthusiastic greeting.

"Get in!" I argue with her.

The drive to Aritzia is consumed by Natty talking about Jasper. She continues that if she worked for a hot man like him, she would be screwing him every chance she got. She finally drops the subject and goes on about David. I smile at her nonsense. She tells me he is everything she has ever wanted in someone. I know David finds her attractive also so maybe just maybe they'll hook up again.

I tip the cab driver and step out, waiting in line to be let in the club. Once inside we head to the bar. I watch as the bartender quickly mixes cocktails and serves them to patrons. As I take in the atmosphere, it's clear that this is a place where people can let go and enjoy themselves and there is a sense of liberation and camaraderie that pervades the room. There is a lively energy that you can feel and it's no surprise why the club has been so successful.

"Two shots of vodka," I shout so the bartender can hear me over the blaring music the DJ is playing.

He sets two glasses on the counter and down the shots. After about three shots I'm ready to dance. I head to the dance floor and get lost in the music. Natty comes dancing over with a beer in hand and laughs. She's going home piss drunk tonight. We continue to dance and laugh together.

I put my head back and feel the music and my eyes set on the guy on the balcony. Fear starts to fill me and I freeze. Natty shakes me and asks if I'm okay, I look back up and on one is there. I take a deep breath and regain my composure.

"Ya, I'm fine." I shake the thought and continue dancing.

"Cold hearted bitch." Someone whispers in my ear.

I spin around to see no one there but the mass amount of people dancing. I feel myself start to panic and I fight to breathe. Natty looks at me concerned as I place my hands on my head looking in every direction. I feel myself choking for air as I back away. My heart racing and my eyes frantically searching the crowd, I take another step back. I bump into someone afraid of turning around but when I finally do, Jasper is standing right there. A sigh of relief escapes me and I wrap my arms around his torso. The warmth from his embrace soothes my soul and I am reminded of the security he provides.

"Are you okay?" He asks with concern. I nod, and manage a small smile.

"Yeah," I look at him, "I want to go home."

He concurs, but I explain to him that I can't abandon Natty because she's been drinking nonstop all night. He gives David the command to walk her to the car, and as soon as David throws his arm around her, her inebriated behind starts babbling. Natty's slurred speech, swaying gait and disheveled look were all too apparent signs of her drunkenness.

"Well, hello there handsome." She says to David.

Jasper embraces me in his arms as we make our way back to the car. It's a feeling of security, comfort and contentment, something that I didn't realize I had been missing until he provided it for me. Once we arrive at Jasper's, David helps me with bringing Natty to my room and she drunkenly flops on in the bed.

"Thanks, David."

"You're welcome Rosie." He smiles as he leaves.

Jasper stands there and says he wants to talk after I help get Natty situated. I help Natty out of her dress and give her one of my oversized t-shirts. I can tell that Jasper has something on his mind. I tuck Natty into bed and strip out of my clothes, throw them across the room and put on Jasper's white t-shirt.

I head to his room and see him sitting there in his lounge chair, reading. I smile. Who knew such a brilliant man would love literature. I knock to let him know of my presence. He smiles and welcomes me in. He closes the door and we sit on his bed. He sits perched up against the headboard while I stay at the foot of the bed.

"What's up?" I ask him.

"Tonight at the club. You tensed up when you bumped into me. I could tell you were struggling to breathe." He sits up looking at me, "What happened?" Concern and protectiveness covers his voice. His face held no judgment, only worry and care.

"Honestly, I think my mind was playing tricks on me or I had too much to drink. I thought I saw him but no matter where I looked, he wasn't. I think you probably got into my head before I left and it stuck. I'm fine."

"Okay," He says but I can tell he doesn't think it was my imagination.

"Is that all?" I ask him.

"No, you started something earlier. Don't you think you should finish it?" He smiles and his forest green eyes glisten.

"As much as I want to, I have to work in the morning. I don't want to get fired." I tease.

"I think you can be a few minutes late. I'm pretty sure your boss won't mind."

A sultry smile crosses my face as I push him back into his bed. My tongue crazes every hardline on his abdomen, leaving a trail of wet kisses behind.

"I'm pretty sure he won't either. Especially after I'm done with him."

I pull his boxers down and his length springs up. My lips wrap around it as I move my mouth up and down. As my tongue crazes the tip and his hands run through my hair, he moans. His hips instinctively thrust forward and his pleasure intensifies as I quicken the pace. His grip in my hair tightens as he pulls me closer and the sensation of his body tensing with pleasure sends shock waves through me.

"Rosie," Is all he can muster out in between heavy breaths before he comes undone.

I lick my lips and move myself up to him. He flips me on my back as he kisses me. His hand travels to my panties and his fingers work their magic. Slowly pumping, I can feel myself get wetter with each touch. His fingers quickly become coated in my arousal as I quiver beneath his touch. As he continues to stimulate me, my breath catches in anticipation of the pleasure I know is to come.

He kisses my collarbone and makes his way down my stomach and pulls my panties off. His tongue circles my spot that aches for him. His hands grip my hips and he drives his tongue deeper into me, causing me to tremble with pleasure. His touch is intoxicating and his lips are like fire as they explore every inch of my body. I can hardly catch my breath as he pushes me higher and higher towards the edge of pleasure. I call out his name as I feel myself release.

A smile appears on his face as he makes his way back up to me. He knows exactly what he is doing. He enters me and I immediately fall into the intoxicating state he puts my body in. His movements become faster and more rhythmic, while his hands explore every inch of my body until I reach the point of no return. My body trembles as my climax intensifies, and I can feel his muscles tighten.

"I want you to want me," He whispers, "And I want all of you."

I kiss him harder and savour the moment we have, I hit my climax before him,

"I need more," I tell him.

His lips press against mine and he delivers the pleasure my body craves from him. We both release and he pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me. His touch sends sparks of pleasure throughout my body and I feel his heat wrap around me like a blanket.

"Sleep here tonight." He says and I agree. I move to grab the t-shirt but he pulls me back.

"No, I want your naked body up against mine."

I climb under the covers as my body presses against his. He kisses my hair and informs me that Earl has the boys tomorrow and David will take care of Natty.

"So we will have our alone time." He leans in and kisses me again. "And sleep in if you want."

"Oh, God I would love that," I start to laugh.

"Good, because I'm ready for round two." He smiles and I become breathless. His lips touch mine and my body aches for him once more. He pulls away and his eyes twinkle with a mischievousness that I recognize all too well and I can't help but smile. Round two, here we come.