“Sorry…” I try not to laugh.
Alex’s walking pace is slow.
“Good boy.” I pat his head. “I’ll give you a special treat when we get back.”
I feel Alex tense underneath me. “Maybe this should be a quiet walk,” he suggests.
“Daddy, I want you to be my horse when we get back,” Eden says.
I hear him groan so only I can hear, as he carries on back to the car.
Once the children are in their seats, Alex helps me in. “You should be okay in forty-eight hours. Until then, rest it,” he tells me.
Once I am sitting and comfortable, he puts my seatbelt on me. “I can do that,” I protest.
Putting his hands in the air, he backs off.
ALEX
She almost gives me a hard-on in the park. I have to keep repeating the words, ‘I’ll give you a little treat when we get home.’They may be completely innocent, but my dick doesn't get that message. It thinks she means something else: on her knees, in front of me. What is this woman doing to me? I need to put some distance between us.
“Gemma, will we have to cut your foot off?” Eden asks, breaking the silence between us.
“No, she’s not going to cut her foot off. Are you?” Ace adds, double-checking.
“I hope not.” Her face changes as she tries to hold in a belly laugh, but it is too late.
Tears are rolling down her face as she can’t stop them. This makes me crack, and soon we are all in hysterics, with the children making silly jokes about her. It isn't even that funny, but the four of us bonded.
It takes a while before we all calm down so I can drive back home. With the radio blasting and our singing skills being put to the test, I can’t think of a time when we have been this happy as a family. That is all down to Gemma.
When we get back, Gemma hobbles to the sofa, holding my arm tight, I feel her fingernails digging into me.
“Thank you,” she says as I help lay her down and grab some cushions for her to rest her foot on.
“Thank you for today. We all needed it.” I kiss the top of her head.
The action surprises us both. Her face flushes pink, and I walk off. What the hell is wrong with me? It was a reflex, automatic. It felt right, but it is wrong. Jesus, she's sixteen years younger than me, and she’s my nanny.
I go to the bathroom and lock myself in there. I run the shower, get undressed, and climb in, reaching down to masturbate. Thinking of those words, that promise of a treat for being a good boy. I am a good boy… I can't be doing this. But I can't help myself as I picture her on her knees, either.
Chapter
Eleven
ALEX
It’sthe start of a new week, and I’m sitting in my office with a very pissed off Ivy standing over me, her eyes digging into my skull. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under.
“What?” I’m trying to read the newest data that has been sent over to me. I don't have time for a mood swing.
“You hired Fern last week,” she says, her hands going to her hips.
“You told me to.” I look up at her. I don't understand why she is so angry.
“You left her alone! She doesn’t even know where to start. I’ve not shown her anything. Are you completely incompetent?” she demands.
“I pay your wages,” I remind her.
