“Daddy, can we see the nice lady from yesterday?” Katie asks, staring up at me with her big brown eyes.
I reach down and run my hands through her silky curls. “Yes, sweetie. Just let me concentrate on this a little bit longer,” I answer her. She goes back to playing with her dolls. I check my watch just as the doorbell rings. “Punctual,” I comment to myself.
As I get up to answer the door, Katie remains seated on the floor.
“Hello. Glad to see you're right on time.” I say, greeting Cece. She gives me a polite smile. “Please follow me,” I say, maintaining my professional demeanor as I lead her to my office. Waving to the couch on the side of the room, I take my seat behind my desk, and she sits across from me.
Katie runs eagerly over to Cece and shows the dolls to her. “Oh, how pretty!” Cece comments. The young woman is so kind to my daughter; it lifts a weight in my chest. Katie smiles and goes back to where she was playing.
Looking over at Cece, I level my gaze on her face. She has an open nature that indicates trustworthiness—something about her full pink cheeks and pouty lips. “We can get down to business. Okay, now,” I start to say, trying to stop myself from staring. The future nanny really is quite lovely.
Cece interrupts me. “I just wanted to thank you for this opportunity and tell you that I am looking forward to this job. I am at a point in my life where I could really accomplish a lot with this money,” she explains. She gestures a lot as she speaks, and I find myself drawn to the wiggle of her full bust as her body moves.
“Oh?” I ask politely, moving my eyes back up to hers.
“Yes. I am going to use it to go to college,” she answers proudly.
That's actually really admirable of her, but I don't say it out loud. I'm not that type of person. A thought occurs to me. Instead of paying her double salary, I might be able to work out another arrangement that might benefit both of us.
“I have a suggestion,” I announce. She watches me curiously. “Since you are interested in going to school, and we both know the value of a good education. What if I cover the cost of your tuition and fees instead of paying you a salary?” I ask, putting forth my proposition.
I notice the shock on her face, and she actually puts a slim hand up against her lips. I don't know what she was expecting me to say, but it definitely wasn't that. “How long would this job be for?” she asks curiously.
“Three weeks. That's when my mother and sister get back from their cruise. After that, your job will be over, and they will take care of Katie for me,” I explain.
“So, this is a temporary job then?” she asks.
“Yes, do you accept?” I ask. She doesn't hesitate as she nods her head in agreement. “Great!” I reply, a little relieved.
I write everything down and give her a copy of the agreement. She takes the papers, and as she leans forward, my eyes are drawn to her tits again. Her tight t-shirt outlines their shape. They look so soft and big, I can hardly help but stare. Cece puts the papers in her purse.
“Can we play now?” Katie asks, jumping up and looking up at us.
“Yes. Let's show Cece your playroom,” I suggest getting up from my desk.
Katie jumps up and down happily. The new nanny takes my daughter’s hand. They walk out of the office and down the hall together. I follow them.
A quick glance lets me see how perfect the young woman’s body is. Her hips are wide. Her legs are long and lean in tight jeans that show off the swelling curve of her ass. It’s so round and perfect I want to grab both her cheeks with my hands then maybe slip my dick in between them.
She must look like heaven naked, I think to myself, then shake my head. I don’t need those kinds of ideas on my mind.
“This is where I play,” Katie says as they walk into the room.
“It's adorable,” Cece says.
Half of the room is fixed like a preschool classroom. The other side is fixed up like a playhouse and playground.
“What are we going to play?” Katie asks.
Cece sets her purse down on a chair in the corner. “First, we are going to work on our ABC's and counting. After that, we can play with dolls or hide and seek,” she explains, thoroughly taking charge.
“Oh! I like that!” my daughter says happily.
I watch from the doorway as they sit at the little kid's table together. The nanny reaches for the ABC flashcards that are there. She starts showing them to Katie. I watch them a few minutes longer. They seem to get along well together. Cece appears reliable and trustworthy. She already has Katie learning, which is what I was hoping for. She's a bit young to be a nanny, though, and I can’t help staring at her, but it will work for three weeks…or maybe longer.