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I get up from the table and make myself busy sweeping the floor as I wait for her to finish her food so I can wash the last dishes.
“You know what, Jade? You can go ahead and relax for the rest of the day. Since things didn’t go quite as planned, I’m going to spend a little quality time with Jacob,” says Magdalene, handing the dirty dishes to me.
She takes three cookies from the cooling rack, grabs Jacob, and walk over to the couch. She picks up the remote control and takes a bite of one of the cookies clutched in her hand as she leaves the room.
After finishing up in the kitchen, I head upstairs to my room on the top floor, another perk of being the nanny to a billionaire’s son. Like the rest of the apartment, my room is neat and organized, but I still like to dust and vacuum at least three times a week. I don’t have much in the room, just my clothes, a few pairs of shoes and a few trinkets from home.
The expensive paintings on the walls and the Greek sculpture on top of a pedestal in the corner don’t belong to me, but they make me feel fancy having them in my space. I take great care to only touch those things on an as-needed basis. It’s not often Magdalene gives me time to myself, after all, being a live-in nanny is practically a twenty-four-hour-a-day job. I’m not exactly sure what to do with my time when I’m not caring for Jacob, cooking or cleaning. I smooth the wrinkles from my sheets and get down on my knees to peek under the bed for dust bunnies.
Rising to my feet, I sigh while looking out of the large floor-to-ceiling windows lining my wall. The windows are my favorite part of the room even though they’re a bitch to clean. I never need to use my alarm clock, because the sun wakes me every morning with its soft bright rays beaming down on my face.
I could text Rachel and let her know I’m free for the rest of the evening. Or maybe I should finish reading that book I started over a month ago.
The book, a chilling thriller, is on my nightstand, with a tiny sliver of the bookmark poking from the top. I start to the bed only to remember my shirt is stained with chocolate from the cookies I made and the veggies Jacob spit that didn’t land on the apron.
Oh well, no better time to hop in the shower before curling up with my book.
I stop directly in front of the windows again, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my skin. It looks like sunset is only minutes away. Closing my eyes, I roll my neck from one side to the other as I unbutton my blouse. A massage would be great right about now. In fact, a deep tissue massage by a hunk with rippling muscles would hit the spot.
I want to unhook my bra, freeing my breasts, but even from this top floor, I find myself self-conscious that someone could possibly see. My nipples harden as soon as the cold air hits them through the thin lace as I shimmy out of my shirt, dropping it on my growing pile of dirty clothes. Reaching up, I gently massage my breasts before unzipping my pants and sliding them down to my ankles and stepping out of them. Maybe a long hot soak in the tub is what I really need instead of a shower.
I open my eyes and glance out the window again as my hands travel down to the band of my white lace panties. But before I turn to head to the bathroom, something or someone is moving in the building directly across from me. I get closer, with my nose practically touching the glass as I attempt to focus on the figure across the way.
I could have sworn that apartment was empty not too long ago… and is that a fucking telescope?
My mind races to comprehend what I’m seeing. I watch as a man paces back and forth while on the phone while he appears to look into a telescope that is pointed directly at me.
I stumble backwards from the window and scramble to cover myself as I race to hit the button on the wall that closes the blinds.
“What the hell?” I say out loud.
That place was empty and now there’s a Peeping Tom living over there? A Peeping Tom with several freaking telescopes all pointed at my window.
My heart pounds in my chest as I sit on the edge of the bed, trying to recall if the man looked familiar. I’ve never seen him around here before. I’m pretty sure I would remember a guy that handsome. I wonder how long he was watching me.
