Au Contraire, Au Pair

Chapter 2

Buffy couldn’t believe her luck. She had been here a week already, and it was becoming the best thing to happen to her in her life. James was the sweetest child. He so obviously missed his mom and needed a mother figure. She wasn’t sure if she fit the bill, but she remembered how much she hurt when Hank left her He He called once or twice, but she hadn’t really heard from him in over six years. She hated the thought of this little boy hurting like that, so she just gave him all of the love and attention he needed.

She was given a few rooms for her own needs down the hall from the playroom and James’ bedroom. Close enough to hear, but not close enough that she might wake him up, should she decide to stay up late and read or watch a show. To Buffy, her bedroom was palatial. A king sized bed deep enough to drown in, a closet that was larger than her whole dining room growing up, and a separate room where there was a TV, sofa and chair, and window seat. It happened to look over the garage where she could watch for William’s comings and goings.

Tonight she was pretending to read and see if William came home with someone. He had gone out for the past few nights, and Buffy’s heart sank thinking he had a girlfriend. Of course he does. Men that handsome and well off don’t stay home at night, and they certainly don’t think about diddling the nanny.

A part of her was pleased that he always came home alone and went straight to his room. She snuck down the back staircase that ended by his office and heard that he was typing away on his computer late into the night.

She had gotten off to a good start with the ruler of the roost, the cook. She was a large, imposing Irish woman who took her job very seriously. On the first day Buffy started Cook watched her like a hawk. By the end of the day when it became obvious that Buffy wasn’t one of those fools with an eating disorder, or wasn’t eating junk food, she relaxed a little. The ace in the hole came when Buffy suggested something healthy over something not for James to eat when he asked for a treat. Nothing bothered Cook more than little children crammed full of processed food. Homemade cookies were one thing, but Lunchables? She got mad just thinking about them.

Cook instructed Buffy on the rules of the house. Number one, no one bothered Mr. Giles when he was working. Number two, Cook was not her maid, and Buffy could care for her rooms and her own laundry. The cleaning service would leave her rooms alone to afford her a place of privacy. Number three, Sunday was her free day to do as she pleased, but no unauthorized guests back at the house. And number four, and the most important one, no one was to mention Drusilla to James. That was William’s place. Buffy was free to the use of the house and the pool. There was an extensive library that was available to her as well.

James was such a sweet boy, that at times she felt guilty with as good as she had it. He went to bed every night at eight, and fell into such a deep sleep Buffy worried that he wasn’t breathing. The first few nights she kept sneaking in to feel if there was breath coming out of his nose. After a few days she stopped worrying and began to learn his sleep patterns. Into the second week there was a severe thunderstorm that was very loud, even inside the large house. She could hear crying coming from his rooms, and she raced to James’ bedside in such a hurry that she forgot her robe. He was sitting on his bed with his knees tucked up tight was crying every time he heard the thunder crash. She took him into her arms and shushed him and rocked him back and forth, whispering soothing words into his ear.

William had worried about the noise and his boy, and had come up the back stairway from his office. He saw that Buffy had his boy wrapped in her arms and cuddled to her chest and was soothing him. More than Dru ever did, he thought bitterly. He stood in the doorway with a soft smile paying on his face at the scene before him. He was glad he trusted his instinct on this girl. A strong bout of lightening played across the room and he got a complete view of her. And noticed that she was in a very short nightdress. In fact, it wasn’t much more than a handkerchief with thin straps. My god, she's flawless. He wondered what it would be like to be held to her breast like his son. Good god, get a hold of yourself, he chastened.

Buffy looked up and saw William standing in the doorway, with his arms folded. Smiling! At her! She knew he was just glad that she was caring for his son, he wasn’t smiling at her, and then she realized what she was wearing.

He watched a fierce blush creep up her neck to her hairline, and he snapped himself out of his reverie. “Oh, Buffy, I see you’re here. Thank you. If you don’t mind, I am going to get myself a glass of water, and then I’ll see to James getting back to sleep. Thank you for being here.” And with that, he excused himself and allowed her the chance to pull herself together and go back to her rooms. He didn’t go all the way down the stairs, however, and watched her walk back to her suite. Watched her firm calves, her lean, strong thighs, her - Good God, that nighty was short. If only there were lights on, he might have been able to make out her perfectly trimmed...

Buffy stopped. She had the distinct feeling that someone was watching her. Hoping that it was William, she pretended to reach over and check for something on her knee, affording him a look at the result of hours on the treadmill. Her nighty pulled up a little in the back showing her perfectly shaped ass, but just the barest glimpse. She remembered that she was going commando, and had no robeon. She stood up straight and ran back to her suite of rooms. Hey, here’s ho Buffy. I meant to be tarty Buffy, not skanky Buffy. Oh my God, I can never look him in the eye again.

The little tart. She knew I was there and she thought she’d give me a little show. Oh, I like this girl. He felt something stir inside him that he hadn’t felt since he first laid eyes on Dru. Pure lust. But there was also that scene before where she hadn’t thought of anything but soothing his crying son. Maybe she really didn’t know I was there. Am I so desperate that I see an ulterior motive in her every move? He didn’t have to answer that one. Yes, he was that desperate, and as long as he didn’t attack the poor girl, there was no harm in him enjoying a little fantasy, was there?

He certainly didn’t need her to find him lurking about the stairwell with a hard on, however, and quickly retired to his rooms downstairs. He lay in the dark stroking himself and thought of those strong, lean legs wrapping themselves around his waist, of holding her small frame against a wall and of how tight she would be. A girl that young may not know all the ways of love, but what had she said at their first meeting? “I work really hard, and I’m ready to learn.” There were plenty of things he’d like to teach her.

After a trip to the shower, he lay down and thought about how wrong it would be to have a relationship with his son’s nanny. She was there to be a care giver, not a instrument for his lust. There was a selfish part of him that wanted to be cared for, too. Dru hadn’t given a damn about anything but money and parties. All he really wanted was a family and someone to love and lavish his attention on. Was he really thinking about a relationship with this girl? Surely she would laugh at him. He was 37, seasoned, and her life was just beginning.

Snap out of it, William. Keep your mind off the beautiful, nubile hard body caring for your son. Don’t think about how those perky tits would fit right into your mouth, how her full lips would part and the moan that would escape when you touched her in all the right.... Christ! Back to the showers. Make it a cold one, he thought.

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Buffy was having a similar argument in her quarters. What the hell would a man that ther her want with a dumb girl like me? Stupid Buffy! I’ve never been good at the seductress thing. Riley laughed at me when I tried to push things beyond petting. That jerk. Men like William can have anyone they want, women who know what they are doing. Riley told you that guys don’t like virgins, and men sure as hell don’t want a girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing. Don’t think about the sexy man on the stairs. No sexy boss for Buffy!

She frowned to her ceiling. But why not? Maybe Riley was wrong. Maybe there are men who like to teach girls all the naughty things she read about. Stupid Riley. Stupid cheating on me with skanky girls. Stupid me for not remembering that no one can hear me in my rooms...

She turned over to her stomach and let her hands slide down to the edge of her nightdress. One hand slid up to cup her breast and the other slid down to her clit. She began rocking back and forth on her hand, thinking about little scenes she imagined with a handsome, blonde British man. Such as... William staring at her while he unbuttoned his shirt, the way his hands would feel sliding over her bare shoulden thn that nighty, his rock hard abs she peeked at while he swam, that enormous bulge in his bathing suit as he climbed out of the water, what it would feel like to have that press against her opening.... That did it. She gasped as the spasms of her orgasm hit her, then rolled over and caught her breath.

There is a part of him that is hurting, she thought. Maybe he needs someone to care for him, too. Maybe he needs someone like me that doesn’t know how to play games. Maybe I should let him figure that out... She fell asleep with that last thought on her mind, and her dreams were sweet.