Dakota smiled as she tucked the blanket snugly around Eli.
"Sweet dreams, Eli. If you need anything, let me know."
"Is Daddy coming home tonight?" Eli asked, his tired eyes looking up at Dakota.
"He won't be coming home until really late tonight, buddy. But, he promised to come and give you a goodnight kiss whenever he got home."
Eli closed his eyes and pouted slightly. Dakota had been caring for him for a couple of days as his father was out of town on business. Dakota had been Eli's nanny for about a year, and she knew how hard it was on Eli when his father left for business. Selfishly, Dakota enjoyed the times he left. She had grown attached to the little boy, and when she got excited to stay for extended periods of time.
"Eli," Dakota smiled, brushing his hair off his forehead, "tomorrow, you and your dad are going to have the absolute best day together, ok?"
"Are you going home tomorrow?"
"Yes, but I'll be back next Monday to pick you up from daycare."
"Pinky promise?" Eli asked, holding out his small hand, pinky extended.
Dakota smiled and wrapped her pinky around his, "pinky promise." Eli dropped his hand and snuggled into his bed. Dakota planted a gentle kiss on his forehead and silently left the room, closing the door behind her.
Dakota was admittedly also tired, and while she wanted to curl up in the guest bedroom and fall asleep, she knew that the dishes in the sink were calling to her. Mr. Green had never specifically asked her to clean up before he returned from his business trips, but Dakota hated leaving the house messy. It felt silly
not
to clean up when she was being paid to stay in the home while Eli slept.
Dakota worked away, loading dishes into the dishwasher and wiping down countertops. She became lost in thought as she continued cleaning - sweeping the floors and arranging the dining room chairs to their intended spots. Tidying any forgotten toys and listening to ensure Eli was still in bed. Finally, she ceased her cleaning and settled at the kitchen counter, pulling out her phone to scroll aimlessly - until her eyes would no longer remain open and she would fumble her way to the guest bedroom.
A click from the front door signalled that Mr. Green was home - but Dakota was too tired and fixated on her phone to hear the door open or the man throw himself onto the couch. Mr. Green would often arrive home late after business trips. He would softly make his way to the living room and collapse on the sofa - either to fall asleep or to relieve stress after spending days in frustrating meetings. Tonight was apparently the latter, as Mr. Green shrugged off his coat and unbuckled his belt. He proceeded to unbutton his pants and tug down, pulling his boxers with them.
Groaning softly, he took his cock in his hand, stroking slowly as he closed his eyes.
Fucking executives, fucking meetings.
He began moving faster, his frustration encouraging his hand. His head fell to the side, and his eyes made contact with Dakota's sweater, abandoned on the armchair next to him. Grinning, he grabbed the sweater and held it to his face, inhaling her lingering smell.
Fucking babysitter - sleeping in my house, using my shower like she doesn't know what she does to me.
Dakota sighed, her exhaustion apparent as her eyes struggled to stay open. She slid off the stool in the kitchen and made her way to the living room to grab her sweater. Dakota never liked leaving her things around when Mr. Green was coming home; it felt strange - like she was making herself too comfortable in someone else's home.
Dakota froze in the doorway of the living room. Mr. Green reclined on the couch, cock in hand moaning and jerking with his face buried in her sweater. She moved to take a step back but her phone slipped from her hand and clattered on the floor. Mr. Green stopped suddenly, dropping her sweater from his hand. Her sweater landed on top of his cock and Dakota felt her stomach swirl at the thought.
"Mr. Green, I'm so sorry! I didn't realize you were home - I should go!" Dakota stuttered, taking another step away from the living room.
"Stop. Dakota, don't apologize. I'm the one who was..."
"It's ok!"
A moment of silence passed between the two.
"You can call me Oren. You don't have to call me Mr. Green."
Dakota nodded, "Whatever you prefer... I don't mind calling you Mr. Green, but if you're more comfortable with Oren, that's alright too."
"It drives me crazy when you do that," Oren sighed.
"Do what?"
"Do whatever I say, call me Mr. Green, treat me like I'm your boss."
"You
are
my boss."
