All those in the story are 18 or older, even the babysitter. This is completely a work of fiction. First attempt here, so let me know if you want more.
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"Sarah, I can't thank you enough for doing this tonight," said Ron, as he checked himself one last time in the mirror. "I didn't think my client would be in town again tonight, and this is the last chance I'll see her for at least six month."
"No problem, Mr. Miller," Sarah said smiling, showing off her post-braces smile. "Honestly, my friends have been getting on my nerves lately, so coming here to spend time with Grace is always a good escape for me. You know how much I love that little girl."
Grace was Ron's four-year old daughter. He had joint custody after divorcing Grace's mom, Belinda, two years ago. Sarah had been her babysitter since before the divorce, and she absolutely adored Sarah.
"Yes, I do. And she adores you as well. But you know I hate doing this on short notice, and it's a Friday night. I'm sure you would have had fun with your friends even if they are on your nerves," Ron said smiling. "How do I look?"
"Professional yet sexy," she blurted out. "I mean, handsome. Ugh. Crap. That came out wrong." Her face was beet red, and she just wanted to slither away. "Even though he is just 9 years older than, he's a man with a job, a wonderful daughter and must think I'm an idiot," she thought.
Smiling, and grabbing her face with both hands to make her look him in the eye, he said, "Thank you, Sarah. There's no need to get embarrassed by offering someone a compliment. Besides, this is a business meeting. I want to look professional, and you said I did. That's what I'm aiming for."
"Okay, if you say so," she said sheepishly, still very embarrassed.
"Even though she's hot, it's not like I'm trying to get in her pants."
Sarah's mouth dropped. Ron immediately realized what he said. While trying to be funny, that came across as more of an old pervert than a guy who might simply say that to get a laugh from one of the guys.
"Okay, now we're both embarrassed," he said laughing. Shaking his head, he said, "I'm leaving $30 by the door for pizza. You know what Grace likes. I just bought the "Frozen" blu-ray today, so I'm sure that will take her attention for a couple of hours."
"Oh, awesome. I've been wanting to see that!" She shook her head again, realizing that she came across more like a silly school girl. Having turned 18 a few months ago, and with the removal of her braces a month later, she's been trying to make a concerted effort to act older.
"I promise to be home before midnight. Grace should be ready for bed around 9. She's always beat at the end of the week. I don't know what they do to these kids at preschool anymore, but it's as if she's run a marathon by the time she gets home."
"Okay. Good luck with the meeting. You know I'll take care of my favorite girl."
With that, he was gone. She ordered the pizza and told Grace that they'd wait until the pizza got there before starting the movie. For the next 30 minutes, Sarah barely got a word in as Grace told her all about her week at preschool. This shy little girl who had to go through the split of her parents was a funny, outgoing girl with Sarah. Sarah laughed at all of Grace's stories, and she had forgotten all about the drama with her friends. And how she embarrassed herself with Mr. Miller.
"Yeah, mom. She barely held on until the end of the movie, and she begged me to read a story to her in bed." Sarah twirled her hair as she listened to her mom on the phone. "Yeah, she's adorable. I'll be home once Mr. Miller gets here. He said it shouldn't be later than midnight, but he said it was very important. Okay, love you, too."
Sarah put the phone down when she saw she didn't have any texts from her friends. She had caughter her best friend Amber flirting with Ben earlier that day at school. Ben was her on again, off again boyfriend for the last two years. She said some really hurtful things to Amber, so she didn't expect a text at any point that night. A tear ran down her cheek as she sat in the silence, hurt but also feeling guilty for what she said to her best friend.
"Fuck this," she muttered as she grabbed the remote. Surely something decent was on besides basketball and Disney channel garbage. She flipped through channels without really stopping. Her mind elsewhere, she didn't seem to notice anything on. She went up to the movie channels, starting with HBO, hoping to find a good mystery or comedy.