Author's note: This chapter contains no sex. Only half of the chapters in this story will. This will ultimately be a thirteen chapter story that focuses on themes of seduction, adultery, betrayal. It gets fairly dark, but is entirely consensual. I'll still write pure erotica of course, but this story is more like an erotic thriller, where we explore the characters and their stories as much as their bodies. If this isn't for you, feel free to read one of my other stories, and have a nice day!
Eve was at her desk in the nursery when she heard the yelling start. She shook her head. They were fighting again, which made it impossible to focus on the essay she'd been trying to finish for her English class. She wished she could just put in her headphones, but then she wouldn't have been able to hear the baby, and that would have defeated the whole purpose of her being here. Eve sighed heavily. At first it had been more disappointing than anything; finding out that the most perfect couple in your life wasn't as perfect as they'd appeared, was almost as mortifying as finding out that your parents had sex. It was a truth that everyone had to learn eventually, but no one was happy to have found it out.
That disappointment slowly distilled into frustration though, as their arguments grew more frequent. For the first month they only had their fights in the garage or when she was in the backyard. After they'd gotten used to her presence they'd tried less hard to hide their disagreements, and since she'd been the part time nanny for the Dawson's for just over three months now, it was just a thing they did two or three times a week. Except for evenings like these, it was the best job she'd ever had. She got to take care of their cute little girl, Christina, during the day because both Marcy and Trevor had high powered careers, and at night after she helped whichever one of them got home first prep dinner before she'd go home. It was a pretty great life. She got paid eighteen dollars an hour, eight or ten hours a day, for something she was almost willing to do for free.
Why wouldn't she? She'd been their neighbor for years, and her first completely inappropriate crush had been Mr Dawson, after watching him mow the lawn without a shirt every weekend. The longer she worked for them, the more she learned that even after all that time she'd really didn't know them at all. Eve pushed away her laptop and got up to check on the baby. Little Christina was only 6 months old, and incredibly adorable. Whenever she was having a bad day she could just watch the infant sleep or gurgle and laugh at the mobile and it would turn it all around. Today that was a blessing, and she was grateful for it, she thought, as she heard the front door slam. She idly wondered which of them had left in a huff. She'd only been able to hear a few words through the walls between the kitchen and here. Last Minute. Career. Understand. So, while Eve didn't know exactly what the fight was about this time, it sounded like it was about the same thing that it always was: Marcy's career.
She was still standing there when Trevor poked his head in. "Marcy has to go out for a last minute thing. A dinner meeting. You're welcome to stay and share the Salmon with me, or you can jet if you have things to do, Evelyn."
She didn't turn to face him right away, but secretly she was happy to be alone with him. She knew that nothing would happen of course. Nothing ever did. He was too good of a person to fall for her charms, no matter how young and pretty she was, and at 22, she was very young and very pretty. Whenever Marcy wasn't around she always tried to find little ways to show that off.
"That sounds great, Mr. D," she said as she turned her head and smiled. "Just let me put away my stuff and grab the baby monitor and I'll be right down.
"Sounds good." He smiled and shut the door, but even after he left, she took a second to bask in the warmth of that smile. She'd tried to put her childish crush away years ago but recently it had all come rushing back, she reflected, as she started to pack up. In college she'd moved on to a series of increasingly unavailable upperclassmen and professors with mixed results. She'd honestly forgotten all about the way that Mr. Dawson and infectious smile made her feel until the day her mother had let her know they were looking for someone to help Mrs. Dawson. Since her maternity leave was ending soon and she was going back to the office to do the whole working mother thing. Eve's mom definitely didn't approve of leaving an infant at home to focus on a career, but Eve had honestly thought it was really smart, at first anyway. It wasn't something she'd ever be able to do, but some women really could do it all.
Once everything was gathered Eve looked at her reflection in the small mirror on the wall and fixed her hair. Her strawberry blond hair went down past her shoulders, framing the pastel sweater that hugged her generous apple sized breasts. It was an outfit that looked like it was supposed to be modest, but it was so tight that all it really did was accentuate the curves. She reached up and undid the top two buttons, allowing the barest hint of cleavage to peek out. She wouldn't have dared to do this with Marcy in the house, but she was gone for the night, and it sounded like Mr. Dawson could use a little eye candy to cheer him up.
Downstairs the table was set for what was clearly supposed to be a romantic meal between a husband and a wife. Eve probably would have gotten in a fight too if she'd gone to all the trouble to set up something like this and her boyfriend or husband had blown her off for some work thing. The table had teriyaki salmon, with rice and broccoli along with a pair of unlit candles and a bottle of rosé.
"Well look at all this Mr. D," she said, "You told me you had tonight covered, but - well, this is a little past covered. You killed it." It was a lovely set up, and Eve felt flattered to be invited to dine with her neighbor like this, even if she knew she wasn't the intended target of the gesture.
"Thanks," he laughed, pouring himself a glass of the wine. He started pouring one for her too, but stopped half way. "Did you want some? It's okay to say no."
"No, I love rosé," she answered smiling, even though she didn't. It just would have been awkward to decline. Eve really only liked shots and fruity drinks where you couldn't taste the alcohol. She had no palette for wine.
After that they both had a pleasant conversation, about anything but the missing Mrs. Dawson. They talked about Eve's classes, and Mr. Dawson's day. They talked about little Christina at length. She honestly didn't care. He could read her calculus textbook and she would still listen to him raptly. His voice just made her go gooey deep down, and she was in no hurry to let it end. All of the teachers she'd dated or fucked at University had great voices too - it was just something she loved in a man.
Of course, she also loved the effect she was having on him too. The more wine he drank, the more she caught him staring at her tits, but she didn't say anything about it. It was enough to know that he thought she was pretty, and when he got up to grab himself a beer it was easy to see by the bulge in his pants that he thought so to. She'd caught plenty of glimpses of his bulge in recent months, and it was clear that his wife was a very lucky woman.
"Well," he said opening his beer bottle with a lighter, "I've got some drinking to do, so you need to--"
