Christian
I hated that my body was feeling the way it did. I mean I didn't even know this woman from anyone else. I watched intently as Gail introduced herself and they got right to the interview. Taylor walked into the study without even knocking which he knew exactly what I was doing.
"Sir," Taylor says as he sits across from me.
"Do you have the NDA made out," I ask.
"Yes, Mrs. Jones cleaned the room that is right next door to Gracie and set it up for her, if she takes the job. I have all the paperwork for a credit card and even a person lined up for security," he says knowing full well that I would want her treated just like Gracie because my daughter would be spending a lot of her time with the nanny and I wouldn't want anything to go wrong.
"She might not want the security, Sawyer might be enough right now for the both of them," I say watching now how she perceives my daughter as she enters the room. Sawyer walks into the office waiting for any instructions.
"Sir," he says.
"Take a seat," I say. "What are your thoughts about Miss. Steele," I continue.
"I think she seems a little quiet," Sawyer says glancing from me to Taylor.
"I agree with Luke on that, she is kind of timid in her manners and how she presents herself," Taylor states as we watch Gail get up from her spot and leave the room. I see Miss. Steele talking to my daughter and then Gracie give a small smile. Then something that none of the other nannies or interviewers did Miss. Steele stood up and walked around to Gracie and sat down beside her.
"She's the one," I state matter of factly.
"She seems to have captured Gracie," Sawyer says as I begin to stand up.
"Thank you gentlemen," I say clearing my throat preparing myself to actually confront the woman in the other room, both men exit before I can muster up the courage to just walk out there. I mean come on it's just another woman, and she is in my house. Get it together Grey.
I walk toward the kitchen area to see Taylor give Gail a look and then watch as Sawyer enters the security room. Taylor moves around to the great room and clears his throat as I follow behind him. I watched stunned as Miss. Steele and Gracie are quietly working on some dot game. Then Gracie looks toward us and jumps up.
"Daddy," she says as I pick her up and sit down on the couch opposite of where they were just seated. I watch as some kind of knowledge passed through Miss. Steele. She does not look happy about it.
"Miss. Steele," I say reaching my hand out like a peace offering not even knowing what I did to make her look so uncomfortable now, when moments ago she was as happy as a lark.
"Mr. Grey, you have a wonderful home," she says taking her hand all too soon from mine. I felt a slight shock go through me as our fingers first touched. The tingling sensation went right to my groin, not again. What is this woman doing to me? I feel like I am crumbling under a spell.
"Mr. Grey, dinner is ready," Gail says as she walks back into the great room. Gracie looks back toward Miss. Steele.
"Can Ana stay for dinner?" she asks moving to get off of my lap.
"Ana," I ask playing dumb.
"Daddy, Ana is the nanny," she says moving toward her and pulling her hand toward the kitchen without even waiting for me answer.
"Well if she wants to," I mutter as they are already half way out of the room.
"I really don't want to impose," she says stopping in her tracks, but not letting Gracie's hand go. I liked this thought; she did seem to want to be here for her.
"I think that would be nice, it would give you some time to get to know us better," I say trying to relax the tension in my groin.
Once we are all seated at the dining room table Gracie begin to drown Miss. Steele with all the little tid bits of her life from school to her favorite things, what she dislikes and how she is always one step ahead of Sawyer. I just listen to the two of them talking. I have never seen anyone take such an interest in my daughter like this except for family.
Miss. Steele seems to be hanging on every single word Gracie says. I haven't even noticed Gail taking the dishes away and them being replaced by a slice of red velvet cake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. I am just so memorized by this brown haired woman that I am lost in a daydream.
"Sir," she says as she is bent over the brown leather couch in the playroom. I grab onto her braid and pull it tight. She lets out a moan. I take the whip that was in my hand and carefully drag it up her back.
"Hush!" I demand as I slap the whip up against her backside getting her to jump a little from the impact and sound. I check her binds as I rub my fingers around her clitoris making it wet, getting it ready for my silver balls.
"Daddy," I hear as the daydream is ended by my daughter's peculiar look of interest on her face.
"Huh," I stumble out.
"Where you sleeping daddy, you have drool on your face," she says making me wipe the drool off of my face. Damn it, I just daydreamed about the woman in front of right in front of my 7 year old daughter, I am a horrible father.
"Yes, I think I was. I have had a busy day, but so have you. Gail," I call out.
"Sir," she says as she enters the room.
"Would you help Gracie with her bath, I need to have a talk with Miss. Steele and see what her plans are," I say as I stand up to kiss my little girl.
"Yes, Sir," Gail says as she reaches for Gracie's hand.
"Will you come and read me a story before I go to sleep," she asks as I move around the table.
"Of course, I will be in there as soon as I get things taken care of with Miss. Steele," I say as I watch Gail lead her off. "Miss. Steele would you follow me into my study," I say reaching out my hand. She gets up, but refuses my hand. I open the door and walk over behind my desk and sit down. She sits in one of the chairs in front of me.
"I would like the job, but don't think I can work for you Mr. Grey," she says without even meeting my eyes. What the fuck? She would take the job, but won't because of me. Who the hell is she to judge me?
"Why?" I snap.
"You are a mean man," she says still staring down at her fingers.
"I don't even know you and you're sitting there judging me," I snap back getting pissed off. I just want to spank her butt right now and whip her into shape.
"My friend came home the other day after interviewing you and cried herself to sleep because you were so mean to her," she snaps back glaring into my eyes. Shit. I am trying to think of having an interview.
"Katherine Kavanagh," I say recalling that the questions she was asking and how they made me upset, especially when she asked if I was gay or not.
"Yes, she is my best friend and roommate," she says picking up her purse from the ground. She was on her feet ready to walk out the door. She was going to walk out of my life and for some selfish reason I just couldn't let her go. I needed her.
"Please wait," I say as I stand up and walk around my desk to stop her from going. "Just hear me out and then decide," I say ushering her back to her seat.
"You have 5 minutes," she says as she sits back down.
"You have seemed like a nice woman, and my daughter really likes you. I would do just about anything to keep her happy. I have interviewed several nannies and you just seem to mesh with her. I mean you were at her level. No one else even dared to go to her, they all just stand close or sit opposite of her, not you though," I say as I run my hands through my messy hair.
"I bet there are more qualified nannies out there than me," she mutters.
"Probably, but I saw a sparkle in Gracie's eye this afternoon that I haven't seen in a long time. She likes you honestly. Please consider the job for Gracie and not me," I say relenting some of my control. She was totally messing with my mind and it was driving me stir crazy.
"Fine, I'll think about it," she says.
"Good, the job requirements have already been given to you by Mrs. Jones so I think that is covered. You will have health benefits, the use of one of the cars in the garage, a Blackberry, a room, meals with us, and this card," I say as I slide the Amex across to her. She looks at it for a moment and then back at me.
"What is it?" she questions.
"I have set up an account for you to purchase things you might need for your room, or if you are out with Gracie and she wants something this is for that use," I say looking at the NDA.
"Is this all included with the salary," she questions.
"No, the salary is $15,000 a month that is for anything else above and beyond that" I say. She looks dumbfounded at me.
"I don't need all that extra stuff," she says quietly.
"I know that, but I always treat the staff or help with the utmost respect. Miss. Steele, what I am giving you isn't going to break me. I know you won't go on a shopping spree, but you do have needs and might want something and that is for those times," I say softly. She only nods her head.
"Okay," she says almost broken.
"I need you to sign a NDA and some other paperwork," I say passing several papers over to her. She begins to read the papers and starts signing them. After she has read the finished signing the last one, she pushes them back to me. I reach into my desk and pull out her Blackberry and hand it over to her.
"Can I say goodnight to Gracie," she asks softly.
"Of course, I'll show you to your room as well. I guess you can move your belongings over when you have a free day," I say as I show her out of the study past Gracie's room to hers.
She walks into the room; it is painted a soft blue. There is a queen size bed in the middle of the room on the wall of windows. She has a small dresser, a nightstand and plenty of room for whatever else she might want. On her bed is a laptop already set up waiting for her to use.
"This is too much," she says hoarsely.
"No it's not. I want to make sure you're comfortable. This is nothing," I say moving toward her, but stopping because I remember she isn't mine.
"Thank you," she says softly.
"Since you are still in college, you might want to get a desk and other things for your room to make it feel more personal," I say.
"Yes, sir," she says not even knowing what those words do to me.
"Why don't you say good night to Gracie and we'll see you tomorrow," I say walking out of the room. We both went next door and Gracie had her read her a book and then they said their goodbyes. I walked Miss. Steele to the elevator.
"Have a good night," I say as I watch Sawyer climb into the elevator with her.
"You too, Sir," she says as the doors close. Damn it. I have never felt this lost or in need before. I go to my bathroom and strip down to nothing. I get into the hot warm and begin to jerk off, something I haven't done since I was a teenager. Then I headed for bed and for once I dreamed of Miss. Steele without the nightmares that usually plague me.
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