Chapter 6 EPOV
I couldn't get upstairs fast enough. What the fuck was that? When my hand grasped Bella's I felt sort of an electric shock or something pass between our hands. I immediately felt on edge and uncomfortable. I couldn't look in her eyes for very long or I was afraid that she would feel my undeniable attraction to her. She was practically a child for God's sake. I knew she was turning 19 soon but Lord that was so young! I always hated seeing older men with younger women; it always made me think that the men must have a lot of money, otherwise why else would those young women want to be with them? You know what I mean, Hugh Hefner types. Ok, I know nearly 10 years age difference wasn't that extreme but anything under 24 for my age is a huge difference. Just in life experience alone! And why am I analyzing ages here? I am a happily married father of two. I don't look at other women, I don't entertain crazy ideas and I don't fantasize about ripping the clothes off of my au pair and ravishing her body until neither one of us can walk. Wait a second, what did I just think about? Oh God, I am in some serious trouble. I can't have her living in my house if that is what I am going to think about every time I see her. Maybe I can just tell Angela tomorrow that I got a bad feeling about Bella and she would have to leave. Yea, that's it.
No, I can't do that. 'Feelings' are not logical for Angela. If I don't spell the reason out in black and white she will never let Bella go based only on a 'feeling'. She had searched high and low for the appropriate person and she would never risk not being able to work. Somehow I would have to get through this.
Hold on. I know what this was all about. I had probably had some kind of sexual dream or something and when I woke up, the residual feelings of that subconscious dream were still present. When I met Bella she was the recipient of said feelings and that is why I was so uncomfortable. Yes! That was it. What a relief. I had gotten all worked up over nothing.
I relaxed against my pillow and closed my eyes. I had the perfect life and the perfect family. And now we had the perfect au pair to help us.
Why was I scared perfectly shitless right now?
BPOV
At some point I fell asleep and then woke up again at 2:24 a.m. I didn't know what woke me up but I heard something and decided to go upstairs and check it out. I would need to learn the noises of this house if I were ever to feel comfortable here.
I put my robe on over my T-shirt and boxer shorts and headed slowly up the kitchen. I paused in front of the refrigerator listening. I didn't hear anything. I walked into the living room and dining room and paused again. Nothing. Maybe it came from Angela or Edward upstairs, or maybe it was a tree branch scratching against a window? I would have to pay attention during the day to notice the noises of this house. I turned around and headed back to the basement. As I turned the corner I ran head first into Edward's naked chest. I crashed into him so hard that I fell backwards and landed on my ass with a squeak.
"Are you ok?" he asked as he bent down and helped me up by my elbows.
"I'm fine thanks, you just scared me that's all."
"I'm so sorry," he said, "I came downstairs because I thought I heard something. I guess it must have been you. I'm not used to anyone else being in the house yet."
"Actually I came upstairs because I heard something too, so I guess it wasn't me you heard." I told him.
We stood there just looking at each other. Brown reflecting off of green.
He was breathtaking. Looking into his eyes I couldn't think of anything but him…and his naked chest. Oh my, his naked chest. I looked down briefly and noticed how absolutely chiseled and lean he was in the most perfect way. To make things worse - or better - he had a six pack. And his pajama bottoms hung off of his hips, showing off that 'V' that lean guys have, you know what I am talking about. That 'V' that makes you want to beg him to let you pull his pants down? Yea, this was like a dream or a nightmare. In my case of course it was a nightmare. A nightmare that was fast becoming my dream.
I looked back up into his blazing green eyes. We stood there for what seemed like forever just looking at each other. I could feel how I was breathing heavier, almost like I had just done something strenuous. And the fact of the matter was that it was difficult to breathe around Edward. I noticed that he was breathing a little heavier too. Perhaps I wasn't the only one who felt an attraction here? He took a step closer to me and bent his head towards me as his eyes began to lower and his hands reached for my upper arms. This can't be happening.
"Bella" he said softly.
"Yes" I breathed.
"Bella" he said again softly.
"Yes" I moaned.
"Bella" he said a little louder.
What?
I opened my eyes. I was in the basement on my bed and the light had been turned on. Edward was standing in the doorway waiting for my response. He was trying to wake me up!
I sat straight up quickly. "Yes, is everything ok?" I asked groggily.
He smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry, but the twins are awake and I was trying to wake you up but you seemed to be pretty deeply asleep."
Fuck. Me.
Did I say anything while I was sleeping? Did I make any noises? Oh God, I could just die right now.
"Oh, sorry," I said, "I guess sometimes I talk in my sleep about nothing or at least that is what my parents tell me. I'm a pretty deep sleeper as long as things are quiet. I will get dressed quickly and join you upstairs?"
"Meet me in the twins' bedroom, if that is ok?" he said.
Oh yea, I'd like to meet you in a bedroom.
I shook my head loose of that thought and ran to the bathroom to get ready for the day. I needed to get my head straight and fast. So my employer was fuck hot, he was a married father of twins and I needed to get my head out of my ass and get serious. I had never been so infatuated with a man before. I didn't even know how to get rid of the x-rated thoughts that played in a continuous loop through my head. Get a grip Bella! Do you want to lose your job before you even start?
I grabbed my notebook where I always took meticulous notes on my childcare instructions and headed upstairs to where the sex god was waiting for me. I did NOT just think that! Seriously? Why do I keep thinking things like that? I was seriously in some deep fucking shit and I could only hope I would get out with my sanity intact.
EPOV
As soon as the twins started to move around a little I was awake. I was a light sleeper anyway but since the birth of the twins it was as if my brain was a radio receiver, picking up their signals no matter how loud or soft they were. So before they could voice their hunger or their displeasure at their dirty diapers I got up and went to the bathroom. I wanted to wake up Bella right away so she could go through their morning routine with me and I could prepare her for her first day. I knew it was a little unfair to throw her into the mix so fast but the twins were really easy so far and Angela and I would check in many times during the day the first couple of days to be sure she was ok. Angela had prepared a very detailed list of instructions with phone numbers and directions of where things were in the house so that Bella would have a sort of reference manual if she couldn't reach us. I would need to show her that too.
I ran down to the basement and would have knocked on her bedroom door except for the fact that her door wasn't closed. I could see her face from the basement light I had turned on. She had kicked the covers off of her and she was laying on her side. Her long brown hair was spread out to the side of her and one hand was under her cheek on her pillow. She looked so peaceful and so amazing. I couldn't help but stare at her flawless skin and her smooth long legs. She was obviously dreaming and I could just make out the word 'yes' come out of her lips. I instantly felt myself start to get a little hard. It was the way that she said the word, all breathless and moaning. How I wish I could lay next to her and hear her say it to me and not in her sleep.
I started to feel badly for staring at her in her sleep so I called her name to wake her up. She repeated that word again in her sleep. Oh God. "Bella" I repeated again. "Yes" was her response again. "Bella" I said a bit louder and this time she sat up in the bed, finally waking up. Thank goodness.
I wondered what she had been saying 'yes' to? I couldn't ask her but I really wanted to know.
We agreed to meet upstairs in the twins' bedroom once she got up and got dressed.
I thought about my reaction to her while she was sleeping. It would normally have disturbed me but as I thought about it more I realized again that there was a logical explanation. Bella was clearly an attractive young woman. A man would have to be dead not to notice her at all while she lay sleeping and half undressed, right? And her moaning that little word while dreaming also elicited a reaction that I would not normally have had had she been fully dressed and awake. So I was not worried. We would work out a system whereby she would get up on her own and then I would no longer be confronted with her state of undress and her sexy dreaming.
Denial is not just a river in Egypt.
