The Nanny ✔

#15

Word count: 1647

Sophie's POV

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The door opens and I turn around on the couch to spot Demola, looking tired and holding his folder in hand. For the first time, he didn't leave it in the car. That's impressive.

He looks up and sees me.

"Hey."

"Uh...welcome home."

"Where's Oli?" He looks around.

"She's out with her friend and I'm picking her up at seven. You came home early." He explains, his warm brownish eyes leveling me down with a stare that makes my pulse race

He approaches me and softly pecks me on the cheek, making my eyes widen. I pull away, trampling down the fuzzy feeling onside me with a poker face.

"Didn't have much to do so I decided to come home early."

He heads to his room with the folder, probably to have a well deserved shower and change from the corporate attire into more comfortable ones.

Ever since that night, I avoided him for a few weeks before deciding to give him a chance. I didn't tell him that though, and it made me feel guilty because he has been so careful around me as if whatever he does might make me reject his dating proposal.

I want us to take things slow. A part of me has been expecting him to turn on that douche bag switch where he's hot one moment and cold the next but he still hasn't done that. Instead, he's been very sweet. Charming.

When he returns, he looks refreshed. There's as trail of water sliding down the middle of his head and down to his nose. He soles it away gently and my eyes watch the movement with a dark, unashamedly heated gaze before I gulp and look away.

"Tania right? That's her only friend who I know is celebrating her birthday today."

"Yes. Those girls are cute together." I gush as I reminiscence how the girls were both screeching when I dressed Oli into her pink princess gown and party shoes before taking them both to Tania's place.

"You took her there?"

"Yes. I said why are you early-"

"I intentionally came early. Tania's mom doesn't trust the nanny." He removes his tie and sits to pull off his shoes.

Then he'll take them into the room and change. It's routine.

"What makes you think that she doesn't?" I ask with a frown.

"She kept calling."

A frown pulls onto my face and I dust an imaginary dirt off the coffee brown couch so as to keep my irritation in check. "She thinks I'll do something bad to Sophie or what?" I ask calmly even though there's this bubble of irritation inside me.

No wonder the woman was giving me weird looks when I took the girls over.

"No. She's just used to calling regularly and checking on the girls." Demola shrugs.

He looks around, as if contemplating something and then in a split second, he's sitting beside me on the couch, my legs touching his.

"So...?" I start unsurely when he scratches the back of his neck.

"You look really beautiful today."

"Uh..thanks, I guess." I look down at myself again. I'm only wearing a baggy top and black slacks. Nothing special but he still says I look 'beautiful'. But who am I not to accept such a compliment?