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“Everything sound good?”
“It does,” I agreed. “My only stipulation is that I don’t like to miss classes. If I have a class on the schedule, I won’t be available. There is absolutely no getting around that, for any reason. I was able to email you my class schedule since the semester already started. I won’t know what the spring semester will be like yet, but when I find out, I will pass that to you immediately. Hopefully, the new schedule will work out, too.”
“Honey, if you work out through the rest of this semester, we’ll make it work when the time comes for a schedule change. The way you handled Knox’s blowout today…” he whistled just as the door opened.
“What’s going on?” A woman asked as she slammed the door shut behind her, startling the little baby in my arms. Luckily, he went right back out as I gently rocked and reassured him that everything was okay.
Kip said that his wife was a realtor, but she looked like she’d run a race, complete with sweaty hair and her mascara caked under her eyes, almost as if she’d slept in it all night.
“Ash, this is Nova, our new nanny.”
“Oh? You decided that without me?” Her tone was more than a little condescending and my hopes for the excellent pay were almost immediately dashed when she looked me over with a cold indifference that made me shiver.
“Well, since you couldn’t be bothered to show up for her interview,” Kip threw back at her. “She showed up just after Knoxville had one of those awful blowouts that stunk up Breakneck’s truck and covered our boy from head to toe in nastiness. She didn’t even gag on the stench.” Kip informed his wife, as if that was the only quality necessary to possess when watching his baby.
“Yes, well, we’ll see about that.” She turned her glare from Kip to me. “It’s Ashlynn,” she corrected because apparently, I was not allowed to call her Ash. “Only friends and family call me Ash, and you are neither.”
The woman then proceeded to grill me about my schooling, what I wanted to do with my life, if I enjoyed hanging around bad boys and bikers, and if I had a boyfriend. When I answered all of her questions, she finally huffed and sat back on the couch watching me swap her son to my other arm because the one he’d been laying in was going numb.
“We’ll run a background check,” she finally threw out when she couldn’t think of anything else.
“That’s fine. There won’t be anything, but I understand if you need me to wait on the results before I start work.”
“Fuck that,” Kip called out before he picked up his phone and started to text someone.
“You better not be texting who I think you are,” she growled at her husband.
“The club does background on everyone who joins. They can do it for our babysitter, too.”
“Nanny,” Ashlynn corrected him.
“Whatever,” Kip called back with a roll of his eyes as his fingers continued to fly over the screen.
“Okay,” he finally said after receiving the response on his phone. “I have your schedule and we’ll go over it tonight and let you know when you will start.” He stood, pulled out his wallet, and peeled two hundred-dollar bills from it to hand to me.
“What’s this?”
“Your pay for the day.”
“This was an interview. You don’t get paid for interviews,” I argued, for some stupid reason, like I didn’t need every penny I could scavenge up.
Kip turned to Ashlynn. “Look at that, honest from day one.” Then he turned his attention back to me and waved the bills again. “Take the money. You more than earned it, especially since my son ruined your epic t-shirt.”
It wasn’t ruined. I’d managed to get worse stains out of the thing than a little baby poop. I shrugged my shoulders and took the money. Arguing over it would only lessen my chances of being able to eat later. Besides, it was getting late, and I needed to stop by the gym for a shower before I went home to my crappy room in the creepy house owned by the man who was the reason that I showered at the local gym instead of where I lived.
Chapter 4
Breakneck
“Fuck me harder! Yes, daddy! Fuck my pussy with that big ol’ cock!”
“Shut up!” I ordered. Connie must have gotten confused about who the hell was fucking her again. There was a lot of kinky shit I was into, but that daddy-daughter shit wasn’t hitting on it. If one day, God fucking forbid, I had a daughter, there was no way I could look her in the eye if she called me daddy after playing adult games like that. Just the thought made me shiver.
Connie moaned loudly, thinking my reaction was a result of our fuck session. It sounded so fake, that after that bullshit she just spewed, I damn near lost my fucking erection. Before letting that happen, I pulled out, slapped her ass and flipped her over. Her hands spread out above her immediately and I threw them in the cuffs that were attached to my headboard rails. Then I grabbed a pillow to put under her ass and lift it to just the right height.
“Break, hurry. I need you pounding my pussy with that thick slab of meat.”
I reached over to my nightstand, pulled it open and grabbed the ball gag out of the drawer. In minutes, I had it fastened so she couldn’t ruin shit with her mouth again.
