Letting you drive me home to my dorm after babysitting might not sound like a bad idea, but when you're not only my boss but a married Daddy that I'm majorly crushing on ๐... well it can only lead to trouble and a wet pair of pushed aside panties. Spoiler, the risk was so worth the reward. ๐๐ซฆ
This is normal. Totally normal. Just my boss driving me home after work.
Except you're not a regular boss exactly. You're the dad who hired me as your nanny. I mean, I guess there's nothing weird about you dropping me off at my dorm, but.
.. I can't help but feel a bit nervous biting on my lower lip as I watch the way you grip the steering wheel turning out of your driveway. Your wife stood at the door waving, probably off to make the dinner she'll serve when you're back.
Sat here in your stupidly nice car, smelling of clean leather and whatever that expensive cologne you put on this morning. It's too tempting. I shouldn't let myself be alone this close to you.
Not with the way I've been noticing you lately. Not with this crush I have. But at least it's quiet in here.
Silent, actually, other than the hum of the engine. Like, that isn't unnerving at all. I can't help but wonder if you're feeling this between us, too.
So, uh, thanks for the ride home, boss. Really, I hate the bus. Yeah, my car should only be in the shop another few days.
Then I'll be good to get myself to and from your place again. Really, sorry for the trouble. The way your eyes crinkle as you smiled and told me not to worry made my cheeks flush.
Fuck, your voice is so hot. It's always like that. Low, steady, kind of gravelly.
Confident in a way that's like you've got nothing to prove. What, no dad lecture about how I should be more responsible or something? Of course you brush me off.
Like you always do when I try to flirt. Like you aren't picking up on my obvious crush on you. I am so embarrassing.
You're pretty good at this, you know. I mean the whole calm, collected boss man thing. It's a good act, but.
.. I don't know. What do you mean, what am I getting at? Well, maybe it's not an act.
You don't have to play innocent, you know.