Sexy little romance about a recovering rich older guy hires a young live-in nurse to help him rehabilitate. That naughty man has more in mind for her than that, but not before a bit of self discovery. Hope you enjoy! Comments welcome, public and private. Let me know in your comments if we want to find out what happens!
"Look at this address, right on Siesta Key. Big money there, Sia," my sister stated.
"Thank you captain obvious," I said, laughing. A talent Lynne had a knack for.
"Seriously! Do you have a name?"
"I only received a file containing the patient, his issues, and my expected duties." I looked at the contract again for a moment. "I'll admit it's the most I've ever been paid, and there's a confidentiality agreement as well."
"Well yeah you should get paid well," she drawled. "You are a top-notch registered nurse. He must be someone if it's that much secrecy."
"Right, one that bailed out of the hospital pressure because of my anxiety. At only 26 years old even." I was still disappointed in myself that I couldn't adjust. Since I've my nurse concierge business I haven't had one anxiety attack.
Lynne and I were sunning at the condo pool and it was time to flip. We both rolled on our backs and I'm sure anyone looking from afar would think we were twins. We were identical natural blondes with identical 38C breasts and identical in height at five foot six inches tall. The only thing is, we were two years apart in age, but even up close people often mistook us for twins.
"Look how successful you are!"
"I am pleased. When one job ends, another seems to appear." I stowed the file in my bag to review later tonight so it would be fresh tomorrow morning when I met my client.
It was indeed one of the largest mansions on the key and had been recently built. A man that introduced himself as Peter, the mystery man's personal assistant, took me into what seemed to be a seating area. It had a spectacular view of the Gulf of Mexico and the blinding white sand of Siesta Key.
After going over the contract and the confidentiality agreement, Peter took me to meet my new client. He was in another room with the same view. He was sitting in a wheelchair looking out.
"Sir, Sia is here," Peter said, as though announcing a friend.
The wheelchair spun around and I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. As a nurse, virtually nothing flusters us, but I was momentarily speechless.
"I probably need no introduction." His smile was lopsided, some words indistinct. From the files, I knew he suffered a stroke and was currently rehabilitating.
"No sir," I said, finally finding my voice. He was very famous in the area. He owned several furniture stores and was known for his loud and abrasive television commercials. It must have worked because he became a multi-millionaire from selling furniture.
"Bobby. Call me Bobby. Everyone else does," he said, his lips twisting into a humorous grin. "Thank you, Peter. I think Sia and will be fine now." Peter silently left the room. "Have a seat."
He wheeled in front of me and made no apologies looking me over, or that his eyes lingered on my breasts. I heard he was a playboy, and just discovered it wasn't just a rumor.
"Maybe I should have requested you wear one of those tight little white nurse's uniforms while you're here eh," he said in a perfect Tony Soprano voice. Yep, I am going to have my hands full with him, I thought to myself.
"If that's what you'd prefer, absolutely," I said, tossing it back in his court.
He looked at me for a bit and his laughter rang off the walls. "I'm gonna like you Miss Sia." He hesitated. "You're a miss I assume or you wouldn't be staying in strange men's homes for weeks and weeks."
I just smiled.
Peter came to show me to my room. All my bags had been brought up from my car. He informed me that my car was stored in the garage and there was a driver to take me anywhere I needed to go. He said that Bobby told me to relax this evening and we would meet in the morning to begin our day.
My corner bedroom was on a floor above the room I was in earlier. The wall of sliders opened to a deck that overlooked the Gulf of Mexico and a pool below. I walked around the corner on the deck and found an elaborate putting green as well as other golfing accouterments.
In between were tropical gardens with colorful flowers and scents I could smell from above. At sunset, lights edged winding paths through the compound. A tall wall around the perimeter maintained privacy.
I walked back around the corner and saw Bobby sitting on the deck, seemingly waiting for me.
"Do you have everything you need?"
"I do. Thank you. I was just enjoying the grounds, it's beautiful here." I looked out as more flickering flames and lighting came on as the sun settled into the Gulf.
"If you'd like, I'll take you on a tour tomorrow?" He seemed hesitant. Almost as though he was surprised that I appreciated the compound.
"Of course. I'd love that."
"You know I don't need that much care and am improving every day. You're more of a companion to me and a nurse to keep everyone happy," he grinned that funny lopsided grin.
"That'll be our secret!" He turned and wheeled through the doors of the next room down.
When the client doesn't specify, I wear scrubs. It saves clothes in case I get involved in messy. I feel it's more professional.
I took the elevator to the next level down since that seemed to be the living level. Bobby was in the breakfast room with a cup of coffee and the Wall Street Journal. He gave me that big goofy grin that he was known for in his commercials. The kind that makes you think of him as a teddy bear.
"Help yourself," he said, waving to a sidebar of various breakfast items. "I hope you drink coffee? I don't trust anyone that doesn't drink coffee!"
"I'm a nurse. I live on coffee," I said, laughing.
While he was eating and reading the morning paper I had a chance to really look at him. I hadn't thought about it until this morning, but he had a strong resemblance to Tony Soprano from the television show. Out of the chair, I suspected Bobby was a large man.
He looked up and caught me looking. He smiled. "I have therapy this morning if you'd like to sit in on it."
"I would yes. Thanks!" See what he is capable of will be helpful in my care of him. "Is there anything you'd like to do before that?"
"Nah, nothing really," he said thinking. "Hey! Why don't you go for a swim? You've probably seen where the pool is."
"One, I'm supposed to be working for you, helping you. Two, I didn't bring a swimsuit because I'm supposed to be working for you and helping you."
He belly laughed. "Good one, Sia. Good one." I smiled and dipped my head in thanks. "Okay, so you're working for me..... Then I'm telling you that I want you to swim. No suit? Look in the pool house. There's plenty there to choose from."
I went back to my room to finish unpacking. When I was done, I still had another hour and a half until his therapy session. I grabbed a book and took the elevator to the ground level.
The pool house did indeed look like a retail store of swimwear. But only if you wanted a bikini. I laughed and shook my head. I should have expected no less from Bobby.
I chose a red and white striped bikini in my size and changed. The top was a bit more abbreviated than I would normally choose, but there weren't many around to judge. Even though Mama said I was well proportioned, I was always self-conscious about the size of my breasts.
I settled on the chaise and began reading and had a text message from Bobby.
