Nicki is thrilled to land a job as a nanny for a wealthy, recently divorced mother of two. The pay is amazing, and the kids are angels. The only problem is their mother, Beyoncé. She's uptight, controlling, and impossible to please. The worst part...
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When Nicki returned to work a few days later her heart was in her throat. She hadn't seen or spoken to Beyoncé since she'd walked out of the library that night at Lauren's party. She had no idea how Beyoncé was going to react. Nicki herself didn't know how to react. That night with Beyoncé had turned her world upside down. Everything the woman in the corset had awakened in her that night at Lillith's Den had gone from a half formed fantasy to an insatiable craving. She unlocked the front door and entered the house.
Hello. She called. It's Nicki.
She was met with an eerie silence. At this time of the morning the kids were still asleep, but Beyoncé was usually up and about getting ready for the day. Nicki wondered through the house, peeking into rooms as she passed. Beyoncé wasn't in any of the lounge rooms, or the kitchen, or the dining room. Giving up, Nicki went upstairs to wake up the twins. Once they were out of bed, she headed back downstairs to prepare their breakfast. At the base of the stairs she almost ran into Beyoncé .
Good morning. Nicki stammered.
Nicki. Beyoncé said politely. Are the twins up?
Nicki nodded.
Good.
Without another word, Beyoncé walked off toward her bedroom. Nicki frowned. Was Beyoncé avoiding her? Nicki hadn't known what to expect from Beyoncé , but this certainly wasn't it. Just days ago, she'd had her hand up Nicki's dress, whispering all kinds of dirty things in her ear and now...this? Was Beyoncé just going to pretend nothing had happened between them?
She went into the kitchen and began making the twins breakfast. It was all routine now, usually Beyoncé would be coming and going, giving Nicki instructions. Not today. A few minutes later, the twins came downstairs. Nicki served them breakfast at the dining table and sat down across from them. Midway through the meal, Beyoncé entered the room, greeting the kids with a kiss on each of their cheeks before sitting down to talk with them while they ate. Nicki tried to catch her eye, but Beyoncé simply avoided it. She barely acknowledged that Nicki was even there. Hurt welled up in Nicki's chest, she couldn't believe Beyoncé would be so cold. Nicki had given in to all the feelings she had been resisting for so long. Her longing for Beyoncé, her submissive desires, she'd exposed her deepest darkest self to her boss, and now she was ignoring her. Nicki pushed her feelings aside, getting upset at work was never a good idea. Then again, neither was hooking up with her boss at a party. Once the twins finished their breakfast, Nicki sent them upstairs to brush their teeth. Beyoncé stood up to follow them out of the room.
Beyoncé. Nicki said sheepishly. Do you have a minute?
I need to get ready for work.
Before Nicki could stop her, Beyoncé slipped out the door. Nicki scowled, she wasn't upset anymore, she was mad. She wasn't going to let Beyoncé brush her off like this. Beyoncé wasn't going to make this easy, but Nicki wasn't going to give up. She helped the twins get ready for school. Today they were carpooling with a friend who lived down the road, so Nicki had to do little more than see them off at the street. Once they'd been picked up, she returned to the house, she had errands to run for the family, grocery shopping, picking up school supplies, but they would have to wait. Nicki sat down at the bottom of the stairs. She didn't dare go barging into Beyoncé's room, but sooner or later she would have to walk past. After a few minutes Nicki heard the distinctive click of heels on the marble floor. As Beyoncé's footsteps drew closer, Nicki stood up from her hiding place behind the banister, coming face to face with her boss.
