Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
My beautiful babysitter blushes.
“But that’s a sixty-six percent tip, Mr. Patton,” she murmurs, bright spots of color on her cheeks. “It’s too much.”
I smile, hoping I don’t look too much like an animal.
“No it’s fine,” I reply in a smooth tone. “Besides, I have a favor to ask.”
She nods, while struggling up from the couch. “Of course, anything.” I grab her elbow to help, and the shock of electricity between us goes straight to my groin, making me wince once again.
“Are you okay?” Tracy asks with wide eyes. “I shouldn’t be so ungainly because I’m only in my first trimester, but everyone’s different. Sorry about that.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” I growl. “It’s just the back acting up again. But I was wondering if you do overnights? And travel, occasionally?”
Tracy bites her lip and nods.
“Yes, but what kind of travel are we talking about?”
I nod.
“Well, this is kind of last minute, but Amelia and I are going to Bermuda next week. It’s a two-week holiday, and at first, I thought I’d be able to manage her myself. But now, it looks like I’m going to have to work through part of it, so I need a babysitter. Would you be available?”
Tracy bites her lip.
“Next week?”
I nod.
“Leaving next Friday to be exact. I know you must have other clients booked already, but I’m ready to make it worth your while. I’ll pay you two thousand dollars a day for your time, which would be about thirty thousand dollars by the time the trip’s over. Would that be enough? It would be all expenses paid, of course.”
Tracy’s big brown eyes go wide.
“Thirty thousand dollars? For two weeks?” she murmurs.
I nod.
“Yes, and of course you’ll have your own room and bathroom. A pregnant woman needs her privacy, and I respect that.”
The gorgeous brunette nods, although she’s still cautious.
“Yes, but does Bermuda have hospitals and first-rate medical care? It’s not that I’m fragile or anything. It’s just that being pregnant makes me careful, and I’d appreciate access to a doctor in case of an emergency.”
I nod.
“Yes, absolutely. We’ll be staying at the Rosewood Bermuda, which is a five star resort with every amenity at your fingertips. I’m sure they have a doctor on premises, and I belong to a concierge medical service as well, so we’ll be able to access health care even while abroad. I’ll absolutely make sure that you’re taken care of and protected, Tracy.”
The beautiful brunette bites her lip and looks unsure, but then a hesitant smile creeps over her features.
“Well, let me check with my other clients to make sure they’re able to find subs, but I think it’s fine,” she says in a melodious tone. “It’ll be fun, and I love spending time with Amelia. She’ll enjoy the beach, I’m sure.”
I grin, my heart practically pounding out of my chest at her assent.
“I think my daughter will have a great time, and she’ll be even more excited when she finds out you’re coming,” I say in a low voice. “It’ll be wonderful, Tracy, and thanks again for coming with us. I really appreciate this last minute favor.”
My gorgeous babysitter merely smiles again before looking at her phone.
“Oh, my Uber’s here,” she murmurs before shooting me another smile. “I better get going.”
Then, with one last graceful wave, the curvy girl disappears into the darkness even as my heart thumps and my cock twitches. After all, I still have the image of the gorgeous woman bent over, pulling apart her full cheeks to show me those beautiful, glistening pink insides. What she doesn’t know is that one, I saw everything and loved it. And second, that this trip to Bermuda will be my opportunity to taste, touch, and savor the femininity that I glimpsed tonight. I can’t wait to get to know the gorgeous Tracy Cunningham, and my cock stiffens once more with anticipation.
3
Tracy
A week later.
I grab my beach bag and call out to Amelia.
“Are you ready, honey? Do you have your swimsuit on?”
The adorable six-year-old appears in the doorway of her room with her red and white polka dot swimsuit on backwards.
“I think so!” Amelia exclaims. “Does this look okay?”
I merely giggle.
“Here, let me help you,” I say. Then, I adjust her swimsuit until it’s the other way around, and place a cute red matching straw hat on her head. “There, perfect,” I proclaim.
Amelia slips her small hand into mine, looking up at me with winsome blue eyes.
“Is Daddy going to come with us to the beach?”
I shake my head as we both listen to Rick’s deep voice from inside his bedroom.
“No, I don’t think so. But he’ll join us as soon as he’s able to,” I soothe.
Amelia nods, but I can tell that the little girl’s disappointed.
“Yes, but Daddy hasn’t done anything with us yet since we got here yesterday,” she says. “He’s always talking on the phone.”