“Thanks,” Gemma says with a smile. She looks around the room. “It’s cosy.”
Isn’t that another way of saying small? The house isn’t small to a normal person, but this is Gemma Winters, I guess. I’m considered well-off, but her family has several successful businesses, and wealth like that can’t be measured.
“Well, we’ll talk in the morning. Night.”
Softly closing the door on her, I head back to my room, grabbing my phone, and watch the video of her on the yacht again. My cock stiffens and my hand dips inside my boxers. I start stroking myself, even though I know I shouldn’t bedoing this. Gemma is sixteen years younger than I am. She is our nanny and here for the children, not me.
But she wanted you to be her sugar daddy.
“Fuck.”
My release trickles down my hands. I need a date. I have to get laid. It’s been too long. I grab some tissues from my bedside table to clean myself, before pulling my pyjama bottoms back up.
Eden has a habit of coming into my room at night since her mother left. I don’t want her to find me naked in bed.
I wake with Eden asleep next to me. “Eden, it’s time to get up,” I whisper as I stroke her hair, trying to wake her from her slumber.
“I’m tired. I don’t want to go to school,” she mumbles, still half asleep.
“Darling, I have to work.”
“Gemma will look after me.”
As soon as she says that, there is a soft knock on my door.
“Alex,” Gemma’s voice calls me from the other side.
“Gemma!” Eden squeals; she’s now wide awake. Excitedly, my daughter jumps out of bed to open the door for Gemma. “You’re here.” Eden grins and wraps her arms around Gemma’s tummy.
Gemma stands in my doorway wearing pink shorts and a tank top. My dick gets semi-hard just looking at her, and I hide under the cover. This situation is not appropriate, not least because my daughter is in the room.
Old granny knickers, old granny knickers,I think to myself.
“Umm, I need to shower, but there are no towels,” Gemma says as she holds Eden.
“Eden, can you show Gemma where the fresh towels are, please? I’ll be up in a minute.”
I catch Gemma staring at my chest. I have let myself go a bit over the last six months since Julia walked out. I’m still in good shape, but not like I used to be in my twenties or thirties. Her eyes are still looking me over. It isn’t until I start staring back that she blushes and stops.
GEMMA
Alex doesn’t have the same physique as Wesley. He’s older, rougher around the edges, and his chest hair is greying. He’s not the perfect sculpted man like in a magazine, but he is hot. He caught me staring—holy shit, do I feel guilty.
This job is supposed to be purely professional. I have to remind myself that. I must prove to my family that I’m not a failure. Me checking out my boss is a definite no-no.
I’m trying to get the towels, but Eden is asking a hundred and one questions. We haven’t moved from outside Alex’s bedroom door. I’ve not even had a coffee yet. I need to upload some content on my social media account as well, as I didn’t get a chance to do that yesterday.
“Eden, why don’t you come with me and leave Gemma alone?” Alex asks as he opens the bedroom door.
He’s now wearing a pyjama top. Alex could no doubt hear Eden chattering away. He puts his hand out for her.
Eden pulls away and closer to me. “But she doesn’t have towels yet.”
Ace walks out of his bedroom at the same time. “Why is Gemma here so early?”
“We’ll talk downstairs. Let her have a wash, please,” Alex grumbles, looking half asleep.
“Towels?” I ask. With Eden’s excitement and her chatting away, and now all three standing in the hallway, I haven’t been able to get a word in before now.
