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AUTHOR'S POV
That evening you find yourself gaping up at one of the most luxurious apartment buildings in the entire city, You can't help but wonder if they'll even let you in as you approach the doorman.
"Uh, hello. This is Going to sound crazy, but SAM DALTON invited me here for a job interview ??" You said.
"Yes I've been expecting you. You can go right up to the penthouse suit. Good luck."
You gulped as the elevators door shut behind you. You can't believe this place might actually be your home... if all goes well. "I can't get ahead of myself. I've got to stay focused...I'll just think about the interview... but that body, how I'd like those strong hands to slip between my-- wait, no, this is totally inappropriate!! I should definitely not be thinking about running into my future boss fresh out of shower in just a towel" you take a deep breath to calm your racing pulse as you reach the top floor.
The doors of the elevators coast open, letting you out into the palatial penthouse suite...and directly into the path of twin boys wielding foam swords!
Your pov
"Intruder at the castle gates! Ready your horses, boys!" "Aye, ready we be! Chaaaarge!!" The two tried to attack you "whoa" thinking fast, you grab a spare sword off the couch."think again, soldiers!" You grinned. I parry with the foam toys, holding my own against the onslaught of attacks. "Aaargh! You'll never get the beat of captain vennessa!"
"Whoa! Admiral mason l, She can fight!" "That's why you gotta stick to battle plan, admiral mickey!"
"Pssh! Where's the fun in that?"
"MS.FERRANTE!! I didn't hear you come in! Boys, give her some space. We don't want to send her running already."
"But dad, we were gonna bring her straight to you! She looks like a lost princess or something "
"It's just a new outfit, But thank you" I said. MR. DALTON sighed and said " mason. Mickey, apologise. NOW."
" we're sorry MS. FERRANTE "
The boys gave me puppy eyes and apologized. " close enough " MR.Dalton said. "MS. Ferrante, let's test your bedtime skills, shall we?" MR. Dalton asked in a bit challenging tone. I nod, acutely aware of Sam's gaze on me. I studiously turn my attention back to the twins.
" first thing MS first, have you brushed your teeth since dinner?" You asked the twins. " I'm on it !! " mason bolts enthusiastically towards the bathroom, but mickey hangs back and pouts. "Aww, Come on lady, I hate brushing my teeth, mint tastes gross."
Mickey retorted. " but mickey, you don't want mason to win, do you?? He's already got a considerable jump on you. Unless... maybe you're okay with him being the fastest??" I used reverse psychology. " no way!! I'm going right now!! " mickey turns around and sprints down the hall. Me and Sam follow close behind to supervise. " Nicely done." Sam compliments me. " I'm just getting started " I playfully winked at him. Sam chuckled and shook his head while I joined him.
Ten minutes later, we settled another argument over who gets to wear the red pajamas and what bedtime story to read. Finally, I was done tucking the boys in bed, then step back so Sam can say goodnight. " I like MS. Ferrante, dad. " mason said. "We'll see, boys. sweet dreams"
As the two of us, return to the den, MR. Dalton gave me an impressed smile. " No one has ever been able to put the boys down like that on the very first try. I normally have to step in and negotiate a deal." Sam compliments me. " well. I have something that those other nannies didn't and that is a way with children. I've never really had trouble relating to them."
" I could tell. It's one of the things I like most about you, MS. Ferrante. " His eyes sear into me as he speaks. ( I wonder what else he likes about me. ) I thought to my self. " follow me. I want to show you something. " He said pulling me out of my circus of thoughts. I walk behind him past a home office, and my eyes linger on what I see inside... I saw a bottle of bourbon. ( I bet that bourbon costs more than my net worth! ) I thought. I glance away, and my gaze locks with MR. Dalton's again. I smiled sheepishly.
" sorry, I wasn't trying to snoop. It just caught my eye. " I said. "" No need to apologize. Would you care to step inside and share a nightcap, MS. Ferrante?? After all, if you're going to be mickey and mason's nanny, I shouldget to know you... and you should get to know me " his eyes remain fixed with yours, and you feel yourself shifting ever closer with his almost trancelike pull. You follow Sam into his office and stare unabashedly as he pours the bourbon. My eyes trail over his body, confident he won't catch me looking... and as soon as his eyes lift and catch yours, I glance away. "You've got a beautiful office. A beautiful home, really." " Thank you. I noticed you admiring it. " ( you definitely noticed me admiring you) you thought to yourself.
Mr. Dalton took a Seat beside me, leaving a comfortable amount of space. I was relieved and disappointed all at once. To make conversation, I gesture to the pictures on the wall. "Isn't that the boy's mom?? I mean your wife ??" I asked him. "Yes that's her. To think it's been five years since she... passed away " mr. Dalton casts his eyes down, taking a sip of his bourbon. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..–" " No, it was a fair question, and certainly relevant if you're going to be a part of the boys' lives... Sadly, they don't remember her anymore" He said. I reached out and touch his hand, But withdraw when his eyes met mine.
"Thank you MS. Ferrante. That means a lot to me. My wife and I may have only had a brief Time together, But all told I'm still a very lucky man." Mr. Dalton sighed deeply, and his gaze rests on me, unwavering.
"What about you?? You've seen the inside of my home and gotten a taste of what makes me tick. I'm curious about you " " what makes me tick??" " well...precisely " I took a sip to buy some time " I'd say I'm driven by insatiable desire" Mr. Dalton splutter some of his bourbon back into it's tumbler and cough. " you ok Mr. Dalton ??" I inquired worrying about his reaction. " I'll be fine. Perhaps that's enough bourbon for me tonight. Ahem.....w-what, uh, what do you mean by 'insatiable desire ' ??" Our eyes met, and I wonder if the room seems to be getting hotter to Mr.Dalton as well. " our entire experience of reality through our senses. I indulge myself at every tum, and it's made me feel so...alive " "give me an example " "like... if you bite a strawberry slowly enough, the flavor absolutely bursts in your mouth savoring and eating are two different things, you know??" Mr. Dalton swallow heavily. " right" " Did I say something wrong??" " No, not at all. On the contrary. I admire your position. So few people share our kind of fire. It can make life lonely, But it's all the sweeter when you finally encounter a kinderd flame. "
I suddenly become hyperaware that I and Mr. Dalton somehow shifted closer to each other throughout the conversation. My breath catches as i drown in his deep eyes... ( I want to pull back but.... I can't) unknowingly I lean in, and Mr. Dalton does the same. The bourbon on his breath mingles with the bourbon on mine , and my eyes fluttered closed... "MS.ferrante " my name is like a promise on his lips... or maybe it's meant as more of a warning. I was still deciding when...
AUTHOR'S NOTE
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