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Ricky
Julie was amazing.
The moment I saw her when I opened the door, I instantly felt warm, nervous, a bit speechless, and I had a feeling of elation wash over me. All of this happened in about two seconds, so I doubt if Julie really had time to notice how her initial appearance was actually having a profound effect on me. That sort of thing hadn’t happened to me in a long while.
Becky and Ben had not been kidding when they said she was beautiful. Julie was about five feet seven, with long, flowing blonde hair. She had the most perfect, bright, blue eyes that shone like blue jewels into my own line of sight. Her smile was breathtaking revealing those soft, sensual red lips without any lipstick, and perfect, straight, white teeth. Small dimples appeared in her cheeks when she smiled and all of this softened her chin slightly to give it the tiniest dimple.
Adding to this was a curvy, voluptuous body. I tried to keep my eyes on hers, but my peripheral vision absorbed every single, luscious curve of her figure. Wow… she was a beauty if I ever laid eyes on one. And lastly, my eyes noticed the large chest she was sporting underneath her low cut (but not too low) sweater.
“Hi,’ I said. “I’m Ricky. It is so nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” she replied. “Becky and Ben have told me a lot about you.”
“Really?” I said. “They’ve told me a bit about you as well. I really appreciate you coming. Let’s go over there and sit down.”
I led her to the living room where she sat down across me on the other couch. A coffee table was standing between us. I instantly had a flash of taking her on the coffee table, right there and then. And in an instant the thought was over. I felt strange to have those feelings, which I hadn’t really had for anyone since Amanda. But it was also a little bit refreshing, like I was reminded that I was still a virile man. It felt damn good.
“So, Becky was telling me you’d worked for a previous family for a long time?” I asked, as I sat down with my pad to jot down some notes. It was really just a formality at this point. Based on Becky’s recommendation and the fact I was so desperate to hire someone, this girl had the job if she was even halfway to being competent.
“Yes, I worked for the Henderson’s for a few years. Then I was with the Flannigan’s before that for almost a year. It’s what I’ve mostly done since I graduated from high school. Before becoming a nanny, I worked for a telemarketing agency for a few years.”
“Wow, what was that like?” I asked.
She laughed. What a great laugh. “Well, I hated it. It was the best job I could find at the time, before discovering how much I loved being a nanny. I’ll just tell you that telemarketers hate calling you more than you hate being called. So, try to cut them some slack next time.”
I smiled. “I will do. Now, what do you like to do for fun? And how can that translate into activities that you might like to do with my daughter, Zoe?”
“Well, I love art. I paint and draw. Does Zoe have any interest in those sorts of things?”
“Oh, yes. She loves painting. I have to keep at her to keep it off the walls and the table, but she enjoys dabbling in finger paints. And recently I purchased a little easel setup for her. She has fun with it. I imagine she is an abstract expressionist.”
“An abstract painter? Wow, that’s interesting.”
“I say that because her paintings never look anything like what she says they are,” I joked.
“Ah, I could show her some things and teach her some easy tricks.”
“Fantastic,” I said. “What else did Becky tell you about us? Our background?”
“She mentioned that your wife passed a few years ago. I’m so sorry to hear that. I imagine Zoe is still coming to terms with it.”
“Yeah,” I said. “She does remarkably well, though. Better than me sometimes. She has these little periods where she might act out a little and then break down crying t
hat she misses her mom.”
“I am a pretty good listener. I think kids that age just need lots of space to process things in their own way. If we try to steer them into dealing with things like adults before they are ready, then we can do more harm than good. And every kid is different. They don’t fit into nice, neat little packages like the school system says they do.”
I loved her response. I could tell that she really cared and that there was a lot of compassion behind her words. “Well said.”
She smiled at me and our eyes locked. I could feel this sweet attraction happening between the two of us, but I wasn’t sure that this was going to work. I’d just met the woman and already I was very attracted to her. If I was around her for any period of time at all, how long until things got romantic between the two of us? That couldn’t happen. I really wasn’t ready to even try anything in the romance department, and it would be utterly unprofessional. If she was as good of a nanny as Becky told me she was, then I sure didn’t want to do anything that might ruin that relationship.
“So, do you have anything that you aren’t willing to do? Cooking? Cleaning certain things? Et cetera? I have a lady who comes by, once a week on Saturday mornings to clean, so you probably won’t even have to interact with her or worry about cleaning much, but then again I do have an eight year old. Sometimes they are messy and they spill things, track mud inside—you know?”
She was chuckling and nodding the entire time. “I absolutely know that. And I’m fine with all of that. I don’t mind cooking either. I can go to the store if you need me to so that there’s always food in the house for Zoe, I can run other special errands if you need me to. I understand how busy you probably are.”
“Great. That’s wonderful. And did Becky go over the salary part with you that’s on offer?”
Her eyes lit up. “She did. I'm fine with that.”
