Remember, this is an AU story. That's all I've got to say.

Updated: 04/23/2014

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"Sorry to leave you like this," the older man said, giving me a wink as he stood up, plate in hand, "but my loving wife will be home soon, so…"

"I'll get the dishes," I said, moving to the sink. "Don't worry about it."

"Thanks," Mr. Morgan said, shooting me another wink with a cheeky grin, making me blush as I turned to look away. That was weird.

"Thanks for dinner, Mr. Morgan."

"Please, call me Ethan."

"Uh-" I was cut off by the sound of a key turning in the lock. Mr. Morgan looked slightly freaked before he dashed into an open door at the end of the hall, quickly closing the door with a definite click. I just shook my head, checked the baby monitor, and went back to washing the dishes.

"Mr. Weir?"

"In here ma'am," I said, turning to see the woman, a shopping bag in hand. She smiled briefly at me, only a flicker before it disappeared.

"What are you doing?"

"I made me some grilled cheese; figured I could clean up after myself."

"Well, thank you for doing so," she said, sitting her bag on the counter and stretching in a quick cat-like movement before she sat down. "How was Julie tonight?"

"A perfect angel," I said, wiping off the wet dishes and setting them in the drainer. "She slept a lot of the time. I gave her a bottle about an hour or so ago."

"Good. Sorry I was gone so long."

"No problem ma'am. That's why I was here, right?"

"And you didn't bother my husband?"

"No ma'am."

"Good good," she said, picking up her bag and moving towards her room. "I'm going to put my stuff up; will you please put the monitor back on the charger?"

"Sure," I said, moving back to the little girl's room. She was sleeping still, a light snore emitting from her little mouth. I can't help but grin at her as I put the monitor back and made my way to the living room, grabbing my bag and slipping it over my shoulder. The woman met me in there, money in her hand.

"Do you need a ride home?"

"No, it's only about a 15 minute walk or so. I'll be fine."

"I'll give him a ride if you don't mind," Mr. Morgan said, appearing from the end of the hallway. His wife looked at him and pursed her lips.

"Mr. Weir, are you okay with that?"

"Uh, sure… why not?" I didn't miss the smirk that came across the older man's face before he turned away to grab his keys.

"Great. Let's get the kid home." I couldn't help but fume at being called a kid but followed the grinning man out the door.

…

"I don't live that far, I could've walked," I said, looking at the older man, who just shook his head.

"How was I going to talk to you if you walked home?" I just shake my head now and look at him.

"Why would you want to talk to me?"

"If you're going to keep babysitting my daughter, I'd like to get to know you."

"You're lying." He barked out a laugh and pulled up in front of my house; I hadn't realized I told him where I lived.

"I am."

"What do you really want?"

"…You intrigue me," he said softly, looking at me with serious eyes.

"You just met me."

"I'd like to get to know you." I felt uncomfortable and scooted closer to the door, just wanting out of the car.

"Mr. Morgan-"

"Ethan."

"…Mr. Morgan," I say, the hesitation clear in my voice that I almost did call him by his name, "thank you for the ride home. I should be getting inside." He smiled and chuckled.

"Benny. You're going to be babysitting my daughter for a while I think. My wife seems to like you."

"That's good right?"

"Very. I get to see you more."

"Mr. Morgan-"

"Benny-"

"Thank you, for the ride." I was about to get out when the older man grabbed my arm, his dark eyes burning into my light ones. "What?"

"Goodnight," he said, stretching a hand out slowly to drift down my cheek, an almost lazy movement. I shivered and got out of the car, running into my house, not looking back.

…

"I'm telling you, this dude is fucking crazy," I said to my friend Erica the next morning; Erica was about my height, with long blonde hair and dark blue eyes. She was a complete bitch to everyone simply because she could be; everyone except me – she claimed I 'saw' her before she became the hot bitch she is now.

"Benny, he's just a guy – you knew him for a day. How can he be crazy?" she asked lazily, checking her manicure in the light. I sighed and leaned against the locker.

"I think he was hitting on me." Erica stopped what she was doing and looked at me, the surprise at my words clear on her face.

"Isn't he married?!"

"Yep. I get the feeling they don't like each other very much though."

"Benny, he's married and aren't you straight?!"

"Of course I am and I know that. I just… it makes me feel awkward."

"Quit then."

"Not all of us are rich snobs Erica," I said, looking at her now. She rolled her eyes and turned, her long blonde hair hitting me in the face as she did so. I spit out her hair and mock-glared at her.

"My parents are just good like that. But seriously," she said, looking over her shoulder at me, eyes somber, "If it bothers you that much, then quit. You don't need a married old man hitting on you."

"He's only 20 so it's not like he's that old."

"You're making me question your sexuality buddy."

"I'm straight!"

"Okay. Then all you can do, if you do really want to keep the job, is ignore him. Which is what the lady instructed you to do, wasn't it?"

"Yeah."

"So there you go. Ignore him and do your job."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't you have to be a bitch to someone else now?" She giggled at me and waved as she walked away, her heels clicking loudly in the hallway.

"Right you are my friend. Have fun getting hit on!"

"Have fun ruining people's days!"

"Always do!" I laughed at her remark and headed towards my class, trying not to think about tonight.

Because I had been scheduled to babysit for the Morgan's again – I had made sure not to tell Erica that little tidbit.

…

That Night:

I took a deep breath as I rang the doorbell, trying to steady myself for what I expected to happen tonight. He was going to keep hitting on me, and I had to be prepared, or just tell him right out 'no' – he was married and I'm straight.

Right, like he'd listen to me – I get the feeling that he usually gets what he wants.

I take another deep breath as the door is opened to reveal him.

"Benny, you came back. I was afraid I scared you off."

"No sir."

"Good," he said, reaching his hand out like he had the night before – I ducked it and went inside. I hear him huff in what sounds like aggravation as he turned to face me, dark eyes seeming to grow darker.

"Where's Mrs. Morgan?" I ask, both out of curiosity and to remind him that he is married.

"Dinner meeting and then her late-night book club. She'll be gone for a good few hours." I gulp at the sound of his voice – it's the rich deep voice of a predator; I don't know what he has planned, but he has something – I can feel it in the air.

"I should go check on Julie," is all I say, turning and high-tailing it out of the room.

I don't miss the clicking sound of the front door locking though.

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Ooh snap. There's that.

Hope ya'll liked it and thanks for reading!

-JustMe133