Chapter three.

There I was on Mr. Jarvis's desk and it was the same office scenario all over again. But much worse. With him touching me.

The only thing I wanted now was to scream 'Mr. Jarvis' on the top of my lungs till he made me cum.

The ache down in my core was becoming painful and I was so wet that my thighs were turning slippery.

He wasn't talking, just looking. His dark brows snap together. "You haven’t come before, Amelia?"

I shake my head.

"God, Amelia. We have to fix that."

He slowly removed his suit leaving him looking like a pro version of Christian Grey. Christine 1.0.

"Your body needs mine, I’m going to make it all better."

He leans down and captures my mouth in a hard, seeking a kiss. "You were made for me, Amelia," he grates when he pulls away.

His eyes trailed its gaze down to my boobs, he looked at it as if it was a treasure, and it made me feel very much vulnerable.

He moved back, raking his hands along his head.

My chest shudders up and down as he moves closer and closer till he closes the gap between us.

He leans down and hooks his finger in the waistband of my panties, tugging them down my thighs, knees, calves, and ankles…before dropping them to the floor.

What’s he going to do with me? Anything he wants? The painful truth was that I would allow anything. More moisture coats my thighs under

Hid watchful blue eyes and he groans, falling to his knees on the floor, lunging forward on his elbows to lick me straight up the center.

A scream catches in my throat, my vision wavering. H-he licked me. There. A sensation I’ve never known gathers in my middle, a storm full of thunderheads preparing to break.

He was alternating between the gentle suction and rolling the flat of his tongue over me, side to side, teasing it with quick, little flickers.

"Oh my God," I scream, my head thrashing "My God, my God, my God."

"Wrong name baby girl, God isn't making you feel this way, I am."

I tried to moan out his name but for some reason, all I could say was. "Mr Jarvis."

That seemed to drive him off the edge because he pressed my knees wide on the bed, the pink folds of my femininity blooming open for his blessed tongue.

His expression is almost feral as he licks the gloss off my thighs, savoring it like communion, his nostrils flaring, fingers tightening on my knees like he can’t help it.

And then he goes back in for more, tucking his tongue inside my opening and wiggling it around until my back arches off the bed. "I’ll do anything," I was not even sure what I was asking for. "Please, please. I’ll do anything.

He moans into a thorough lick, the pupils of his eyes having bled into the blue irises, making them black. Sweat dots his brow, his big shoulders heaving.

He made a 'V' with his fingers using it to open me up even more. My body explodes like an atom bomb, my senses shooting out in five directions, that wire inside me snapping, finally finally snapping.

My scream brings pain to my ears, but I can’t stop. I can’t stop rubbing my convulsing flesh all over his tongue, and can’t stop my legs from trying to gather him closer. All the while, he’s snarling and lapping at me, the lower half of his face covered in my essence……..

For some strange reason, I've been having that dream consistently for a few days now. I haven't even told Aria about it, but today, I pushed that dream and the wetness between my thighs whenever I heard his name or even thought about my very graphic dreams at the back of my head.

Stop fidgeting Amelia! They are going to love you. It's all in the past.

I tried to convince myself of that. The kid would love me. He will, why shouldn't he? But I knew the problem wasn't with the kid, but his father.

After all, Mr. Jarvis had promised to keep the incident at the back of his mind. It never happened, but why did it bother me so much?

I can still feel his gaze on my breast even after a week.

It took a whole lot of emotional motivation from Aria, and I had woken up very early and picked my outfit two nights before. After much deliberation, Aria and I opted for a simple black sundress, nothing could possibly go wrong with a sundress.

If I thought the office building was amazing, then his house was like heaven on earth. The sheer opulence of the house is enough to make me feel inadequate.

I didn't belong here.

I was greeted by a stern-looking housekeeper who led me to the study where I assumed Mr. Jarvis was waiting for me. I felt my insides getting weird.

The housekeeper didn't try to bring up conversations, even small talk. I didn't care, I was already anxious from the second chance Mr. Jarvis gave me, and I didn't want to screw up.

As I entered the room, I met with the intense gaze of a man who I had accidentally shown my boobies to, my very tiny, grade E bobbies.

His sharp features and penetrating eyes made me feel a little intimidated. A whole lot intimidated.

I felt his eyes linger on my chest before removing it like it never happened, and being the observant person that I am, I didn't fail to notice him licking his lips. His very plump red lips.

Ever heard of the term DILF? Daddy I’d Like to Fuck. That was the word to describe my new employer. I looked around. I only saw pictures of his child, smiling, and playing ball.  Typical kid's stuff.

I have better things to do than fawn over a man who already hates my guts.

He hadn't told me to sit and I wasn't about to give a bad impression the second time, so I stood watching the floorboards trying to hide the blush on my cheeks.

I was twenty-three years old and socially weird, destined to be a cat lady, he kept looking at me intensely before deciding to speak.

"Amelia Harper, I presume, Greyson Jarvis," Mr Jarvis said, his voice low and authoritative.

Was he seriously acting as if we never met? Well, two can play that game.

I whispered the name wanting to taste it on my tongue.

"You can have a seat." He didn't need to tell me twice, I immediately sat down.

He didn't speak, Instead, he observed I felt as if I was underdressed in the sundress while his well-tailored suit made me feel very little. Who wears a suit in their own home?

This job was a good turn for me. It would be the best job I had ever gotten since leaving the orphanage so I was going to take it seriously, I had to.

But my employer was a bigger turn on.

"I prefer you call me Mr. Jarvis, to keep everything professional." Maybe he heard me mouthing out his name.

I nodded, still finding it hard to use my voice around this man

"I hope you understand that I have high expectations for the care of my son. Jayden is the most important thing in my life, and I will not tolerate anything less than the best for him."

I didn't want to read anything in his statement, he was just a father wanting the best for his kid, nothing more, nothing less. But his statement held an underlying warning that can never repeat itself.

I nodded, feeling an immediate urge to prove myself. "I understand, Mr. Jarvis. I assure you that I will do everything in my power to ensure that Jayden is well taken care of."

"You don't understand, ever since his mother left, it has just been me and my little buddy, he hasn't been introduced to any external element, and I want stability for my son, I won't tolerate him getting used to you and then you wanting to leave just like that."

I understand that children need stability, but since his mother was not around I guess the boy might have been lacking that maternal touch.

I wasn't trying to work towards replacing his mother,  but instead finding my rhythm as his nanny. It wasn't going to be easy.

"How long would the position be for?"

"We would be contracting you for three months to start," He explained.  "If it’s a good fit, we would want you for at least four years. Although by then, you would only be needed before and after school."

Four years. It seemed too good to be true.

"A three-month trial sounds great," I said. My eyes flicked down to his hand again, imagining how his hands would feel on my breast. Snap out of it

"So, Amelia, tell me about yourself."

So we were going straight into this. I took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Where should I start?"

There wasn't much to talk about honestly, so I wondered what Mr. Jarvis wanted to know about, obviously it was work-related but this was my first job as a nanny.

"You studied Early Child Development?"

"Yes, that’s right. At a community college, I graduated early this year and decided to become a nanny."

"What made you decide to become a nanny?" he asked.

I tipped my head to the side not knowing where to start. "It sounds very cliché, but I love children. I love working with them."

"But it says here that you have no experience working as a nanny."

I sighed. "Well that's true, but I had tons of experience when I was at the orphanage."

It was true though, I left the orphanage at the age of eighteen, and being the child that was never adopted, I had taken care of children who came in and out.

"You volunteered there?' He questioned, I smiled at him, shaking my head.

"No, I lived at the orphanage from when I was five up till when I was eighteen."

Greyson's expression softens slightly "I am sorry."

"It's fine, that was a long time ago." It was all in the past

He observed my features again, I felt completely naked under his gaze. Maybe he sensed how eager I was and started talking.

"His name is Jayden and she’s six."

My eyes lit up. "That’s the perfect age. So much fun and so inquisitive, too. Does he live with you full-time?"

He raised his eyebrows at me. My drumbeat self didn't see it as a sign to stop talking, instead, I went on and on.

"Yes, he does, his mom left, wanting nothing to do with either him or me."

I was speechless, and my Big fat mouth had messed up again.

"I didn't- I'm so- I. '' I fumbled with my words but thankfully Mr. Jarvis came to my aid by talking.

"Very well. Jayden's room is on the second floor, for convenience, your room is close to his and coincidentally….. mine."

Oh great, I didn't need to know I was just a room away from my new very attractive employer.

"And his schedule is outlined on the desk. I trust that you will familiarize yourself with it and adhere to it strictly."

I nodded again, and as I stood up to take my leave, I took the schedule immediately wanting to go deep into it.

"Lock the door behind you." I took a step to leave before he Interrupted me.

"And Amelia, lock your bedroom door, to keep the monsters out."

I didn't understand what he said, what monsters? But as I stepped out with confusion ebbed on my face I slowly realised he meant himself.

I needed to lock my doors to keep him out! But what would I need to do that?

"I'm going to show you to your room." The housekeeper said and I nodded, this was the first time I heard her voice.

Home for the past few years had been different places, the orphanage for years and then the apartment I shared with Aria before I had moved in here.

I guess I had to put whatever I had with Mr. Jarvis aside and focus on taking care of his boy…. Which was why I was here in the first place…