“Vroom!” he exclaimed, shoving the car in my face.
Yes, vroom went the car over your mother.
“Pete, I need you to focus, son,” I said, gently lowering the car from my face. “You must behave long enough for her to sign on the dotted line. I will ship you off to boarding school as soon as the law allows if you mess this up for me,” I warned, checking his nose for boogers. “Technically, it doesn’t matter, I guess. I can pursue her romantically if she turns down the nanny position, but it’s more entertaining this way.”
Our heart-to-heart was interrupted when I was alerted of Kiyah’s arrival by my head of security, Desi. I watched the security footage as she parked her Expedition in the driveway. I’d expected her to arrive on that wretched motorcycle, but was glad she thought better of it. Riding a motorcycle would be unbecoming of the First Lady of Texas.
She’ll have no choice but to get rid of it.
“Remember, be cute and cuddly like I know you to be, and everything else will fall into place.”
I eased him off the table, grabbed his hand, and led him to the foyer, where Kiyah waited. No matter how many countless hours I spent poring over her photos or watching her through surveillance, she still managed to take my breath away—violently so, as if I were punched in the gut.
Her curly crown was in a twisted updo, with a few escaped tendrils framing her face. Her makeup was minimal, but I could barely take my attention away from her plump, glossed lips. Her outfit was business casual—a welcome surprise compared to her usual fashion choices: cutoff t-shirts and shorts, leather, and boots. She wore a sleeveless black top tucked into a flowy white pleated skirt. She added a pop of color with pastel-pink patent-leather slingbacks that matched her designer bag.
“Kiyah, welcome to our home. Thank you for coming,” I commented as we approached her.
“Thanks for having me,” she replied, immediately reaching for Pete, who was trying to launch himself out of my arms.
“Hiiii,” Pete said once he was in her hold.
“Hi, Pistol Pete! What do you have in your shirt pocket?” she asked. He pulled out the black car and proudly showed it off to her. “Oh, wow! I love it! I had a car like this once.”
“What happened to it?” I asked, feigning curiosity. I knew she stupidly wrapped it around a tree, pretending to be Paul Walker, but I wanted to see how truthful she’d be about her past.
“Ugh, just being young and dumb. I was racing and crashed, and that was the end of that.”
I raised a brow. “I don’t have to worry about you speeding with my son in the car with you, do I?”
Her mouth dropped in shock as if I were a piece of shit for even fathoming that she’d do something to endanger him.
“I wouldn’t do anything that would jeopardize Pete’s safety.”
You better not, or you’ll be six feet under like my wife.
I flashed her a practiced smile and felt amused when her tense shoulders visibly sagged. “Relax, Kiyah. I’m just having a little fun at your expense,” I remarked gently. “May I take your bag?”
“Sure. Thank you.”
Before she could offer it up, I reached out and unhurriedly eased it down her arm. My fingers briefly caressed her skin, and I wished at that moment that I could spend all day touching her. I’d start from the top and lazily work my way down, repeating the cycle until I had my fill.
I bet she’d enjoy it just as much as I would.
“Did you have any difficulty finding the place?” I asked, leading her through the living room and kitchen until we reached the screened-in back patio, where an elaborate meal awaited us. She hadn’t answered my question because she was too fascinated with scoping out her new surroundings. “Kiyah?”
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” she asked, finally giving me her attention.
“Did you have any difficulty finding our home?”
“No, not at all. Traffic was a pain as usual, but the drive was easy. I don’t wish to be ignorant, but I’ve noticed an overwhelming presence of security. Has there been a recent threat against you?”
No, my dear. They’re for you. I can’t have you running away.
I pulled out a chair and motioned for her to sit. She did, and I caught a whiff of her hair moisturizer that smelled like vanilla and honey. I was familiar with the scent because I purchased it after she set a task reminder in her phone to replenish her stock. Curious, I ventured to the store and bought it myself. I spent the night in bed, inhaling the moisturizer while pleasuring myself to my go-to porn—the picture of her cum-filled pussy.
“No, nothing of the sort, but you can never be too careful. Does the security presence make you uneasy?”
“No, I was just curious.”