The Au pair

Long way from france

The airport is very crowded here. I mean,  not that its not crowded in france , but i like the crowded here for some reason . Im actually at an american crowded airport !

I did a little squeal of excitement , and jumped a little .

After the realization set in that i had no idea where i was , i got a little panicked .

I knew english very well , so that was no problem . But me being a foreigner here and all , i didnt want any problems . So i picked up my stuff and started looking for the sign with my name on it .

A few minutes later , i found a board with my misspelled name on it . It was spelled Antoinett.

I giggled a little , hoping not all americans would spell my name so terribly , and headed over to it .

Underneath was a man who looked to be in his late thirtys , early forties . He was a very  handsome older man .

With startling blue eyes , fairly tanned skin , and dark hair , he looked like he could have been a model at one point in his life .

He wore a very expensive looking suit , with a gold watch , and very nice round toed shoes . With a skinny tie !

His wife must have dressed him . He looked way to good to have dressed him self .

He saw me and put the sign down slowly ,

Staring at me .

I walked up to him and grabbed his hand , giving him a firm hand shake .

Papa always says to shake a mans hand firmly to let him know you mean business .

" Hello , im antoinette , its great to finally meet you sir . " , i said smiling .

He shook my hand firmly back , all proffessional .

" Hello , im Mr . Morson . But you can call me Grant . And the pleasure is all mine . " , he smiled at me , showing a tight smile , with  perfectly straight white teeth .

The tight lipped smile showed hint of  a possible  russian back ground . But the straight white teeth were all american .

I ran my tongue over my crooked teeth , hoping he didnt notice them .

We stood there akwardly for a few more moments before he picked up my suitcase in one swift movement .

" Lets get a movin' ,  shall we ?"

He smiled once more before leading us out of the airport.

I finally noticed he was alone .

" Wheres your wife ?" i asked ,  slightly nervous .

I was not oblivious to all of the horrible trafficking stories of girls from over seas to America.  Thought he didnt seem like the type , you could never be too sure .

" Oh shes at work . She owns a law firm , so she wont be back until late . "

We made it to his car , some shiny black foreign vehicle . I couldnt quite place the name  , though .

He opened the front car door for me before throwing my suitcase into the trunk .

He started up the car , and i glanced at his hands .

Very big.

Long fingers .

Very nice .

Wo-

Okay antoinette . Stop thinking these thoughts right now .

Yes , he is atttactive . Yes , he does have very big hands , and very long fingers . Yes , he is very very sexy .

And you know what else ?

He is very , very much married .

And thats the end of that .

He wouldnt want you anways . You're staying at his house , and he's paying you .

You are beneath him .

Beneath him .

In a bed , nakedly , deliciously ,  beneath him .

OKAY STOP IT RIGHT NOW , YOU PERVERT .

" What you thinkin bout , antoinette ?"

His voice startled me , and i jumped a little .

" Woah ! We're a little  jumpy today arent we ?"

He chuckled a little as he put his hand on my knee.

" Dont worry sweetie , its going to be all right . You'll have alot of fun here in america . Trust me !"

Though he took his hand off my knee , i still felt a burning sensation where he had it. It felt like if i looked down it would be glowing red , like a hot coal .

I stared out the window at the famous strip of palm trees i have seen so many times on t.v , and magazines . The sky was a pinkish purple color , and the people were in so much variety . Brown , black , white , pink, yellow , red . The list goes on .

Dread locks , that i have only seen on t.v , pink hair , weird clothes , and street walkers coming out to play . ( which i have seen ). 

I am a long way from france.

I let out a big sigh as we pulled up to a driveway that i was assuming was his house , and i gasped at how large it was .

It was a beige  yellow , kind of like sand . It had a huge balconey at the very front , and a stone walkway . The grass surrounding it was very green , and a huge stone fountain , right in the middle of the lawn .

What does this man do for a living ?

He looked at it with me , but with a kind of bored look , rather than an amazed look .

" I personally hate it . Jenny picked it out , my wife . And i think its just to gaudy and big . What do you think ?"

He stared at me , waiting for an answer .

" Too big for two people , yes ."

I regretted saying it , as soon as it came out of my mouth . He didnt really want my opinion . He was just being polite . Now he's going to drive me back to the air port for being a big mouth .

There was a pause before he started laughing hysterically .

" I like you antoinette ." , he said laughing once more .

I gave him a sheepish smile.

He got out of the car and got my belongings out of the trunk .

" Well , its time to go in ." , he took my hand , strictly out of politeness , and led me to the house .

Here goes nothing , as americans like to say.