Nanny Wanted

Russell

Sunday. A day to rest, unless you are me and have a persistent client that just has to see you on a Sunday!

Spending an hour with Mrs Flannigan was draining. I now understand why she had to see me on a Sunday morning, her husband was at golf early. She didn't give me room to breath from the moment I stepped through her door until I made my leave. I don't know how a third level required her to stroke my arm and fix my shirt. Gah! Note to self, never go to Mrs Flannigan's unless her husband is there.

Now I'm driving to the house where I have to deal with yet another pain in the neck on a Sunday instead of spending it with the guys before another trying week ahead. I know that my Mom is right and we need someone for the kids but I'm worried I've made a rash decision just to get her off my back. Wyatt has checked her out and her background is clean and all her references check out but to make her move all the way here?  Was that slightly selfish of me because I couldn't be bothered dealing with any more of those agencies and the girls trying to work their way into our lives? I hope for her sake and mine that she is genuine because if this doesn't work then I'm going to have to let my mom be more involved and we all know that that can't happen any more than she already is for our sanity.

Pulling up to the house I take a deep breath and put on my poker face. I can't go in their with my precious frustrations taking over. I shut off the car and climb out. When I step through the front door the first thing I notice is the smell of cooking and coffee. I drop my keys on the table by the door and walk towards the kitchen. When I step into the archway I am greeted with a sight that stops me in my tracks.

Standing in my kitchen is a red headed beauty! She is petite and curvaceous all at the same time. She is wearing a daisy dress that hugs every curve beautifully and he neck is slender and long. I never knew a neck could be attractive before. When she looks up to take me in giving me a major ego boost as she checks me out I take my chance to look at her closer but I'm stopped as her eyes meet mine. They are the most indescribable blue that I have ever seen. They are large and expressionate but they have a silver glint to them that makes them look almost metallic as the light hits them. And as if her eyes couldn't hold me any more the small smile that graces her lips nearly has my breath taken away.

What is going on with you Russell? Pull it together! I watch as she walks towards me but yet my body won't respond to reign in and put my guard back up. I don't think in all my twenty five years have I had an instant reaction to a woman before .

"You must be Russell Watson?" She asks holding her hand out. Wow! That accent!

I shake my head slightly and looks her hand wanting to touch more than just that. I look at her face hoping mine hasn't betrayed me as much as I'm feeling and take her hand in a firm handshake. "You must be Niamh" I say shaking her hand. Fuck! Her skin is so soft! "I'm so glad that you could come at such short notice" I say trying to channel my professional side to help me with my teenage raging hormones that have decided to take this moment to come back and haunt me. I also want to be able to try and not show her how much at this moment I really am glad that she came.

"Thank you for the opportunity. This is exactly what I needed and have been looking for. I hope that we can make it work" She says continuing to smile at me and although I am being pulled in by her I notice the honesty in her words about it wanting to work. I wonder what she is moving away from? Has someone hurt her? Is she missing someone? A boyfriend? I try to ignore the feelings that thought stir I me and answer her "Indeed" taking my hand back. Right Russell! She is working for you. You don't know much about her. Don't be running away with yourself.

"I hope you don't mind but I thought you might be hungry so I made breakfast" she says quietly  turning away and I can't help thinking that I've upset her with something I've said or done something to make her uncomfortable?