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Ethan
I watched Jordan, waiting for her decision, while beating down the boner I wanted to pop with a mental stick. She was a bombshell. Slender face, with a picturesque smile and beautiful blue-green eyes, and wore it on top of a coke-bottle frame with pert, round breasts and a delectable ass.
I couldn't stop imagining what she would look like completely naked, and on her knees if I had my way. Were I in any other situation I would have thrown her on my desk and stuck my cock so deep inside her it'd be coming out her mouth, but I wasn't. I wanted this nanny to work out, my boys deserved it and so did the other guys in the club. I couldn't ruin it out the gate by not being able to control my libido, even if it had been months since I'd been with anyone.
I happened to know for a fact that the same was true for the other guys in the club. We didn't just share nannies, we shared women too. In our perfect world, the woman was one and the same. Being a single dad was tough, especially with high-profile jobs such as the ones we had. I was a structural engineer for the entire city of Dallas, and there were lawyers, C.E.O., and even a cop in our group. Between getting work done and making sure our children were well cared for, our best attempts at one-on-one relationships on our own had fallen short; we just didn't have the time. Along with discovering that it worked best to have one nanny among us, so too did it work to have one lover. We could never show six individual women the attention they deserved, but if we all worked to keep one woman tended to, she could be well taken care of.
I regathered my thoughts and realized that Jordan still hadn't given me an answer. She had her eyes trained downwards and I could tell she was mulling over all the facts. I wasn't an idiot. In the past when we listed the job posting, we were honest about the number of children, about the salary for the position, and what it got us was someone who knew how to corral children, not care for them, and above all, someone with dollar signs in their eyes. We decided it would do us better to draft a position for the kind of woman we were looking for, and hit her with the particulars down the road. Of course, this meant running the risk of finding someone we loved that wasn't interested in what we were asking. Feeling like we might not land Jordan was killing me. She was perfect in every way.
She lifted her head finally. "I'll do it." Jordan broke the silence.I locked eyes with her. "Really?"Jordan nodded. "Yeah. It's like I said, I want to be immersed with kids. What better way to do it than with seven babies as opposed to two?"
I locked eyes with her. "Really?"
Jordan nodded. "Yeah. It's like I said, I want to be immersed with kids. What better way to do it than with seven babies as opposed to two?"
She smiled and it took everything in me not to lean across and kiss her. I was hopeful that she would be open to being our shared lover as well as our shared nanny, but I was so relieved that she was willing to be our nanny, that I didn't want to risk it by proposing anything additional for the time being. I reached into the desk drawer on my left and pulled out the file I had of the Single Dad Club kids' dietary restrictions, extra-curricular activities, allergies, meds, and each of their father's descriptions of their quirks and personalities.
"I'm thrilled you're willing to do it." I handed the folder over to Jordan. "Here's everything you need to know about the kids. Obviously, you'll learn the most about them by interacting with them, but this will give you an idea about their schedules and what their individual needs are."
Jordan nodded. "Excellent. I'll study it tonight. When would you like me to start?"
"If you can take some time to read it over this week and then give me a call with any questions by Friday afternoon. If you're comfortable with it, we'll have you meet them after we pick them up from school on Friday. We'll also give you the keys to the Stan Van," I said.
Jordan snickered a minute, and it hit me that I just threw one of the kids' phrases at her with no explanation. "The what?"
"The Stan Van," I repeated, imagining the twins cracking up as I said it. "When we first decided to combine our nannies into one position, we bought a van for the nanny to use. I handed the keys to the nanny and made a Freudian slip, calling it a 'Stan' not a 'Van.' The kids thought it was hysterical, and so it became the 'Stan Van.'"
Jordan giggled. "That's so cute."
"You'll have the van at your disposal. Feel free to use it for whatever needs you have so long as you're getting the kids where they need to go, and we'll make sure it gets a full tank of gas over the weekend so you're good to go on Monday," I told her.
She nodded. "Wonderful. It sounds like you guys really have done everything to make things go smoothly."
"Well, we've done what we can, but we're glad we have you to come in and do what we can't for them," I responded, and I meant it. Our kids deserved a woman in their lives. I stood up and held out a hand for her to shake. "Welcome to the family."
Jordan stood up, clutching the folder close to her chest. She took my hand, and I tried to keep my body from setting ablaze at her soft skin. "Thank you. I'm happy to help."
Not as happy as we will be if we can get you play house with us too, I thought to myself as I led her out of her office and down to her car, wondering how I was going to go about getting her to sign on for daddy care too.
