My fingers drum impatiently on the steering wheel as I wait for the light to change. I cannot wait to get to Aaron's house for the party, even if I've just been included as the "paid guest". Which really means, I'm there to keep on an eye on the rugrats, but I will be, hopefully, free to party at least a little.
My mind wanders as I think back to the phone call I received from Aaron's brother, Steve, last week. Basically, Steve mentioned that he was planning Aaron's 45th birthday party, an afternoon BBQ, and he was hoping that I'd be free to keep the kids from getting too out of hand. And, since there will only be five or six kids (Aaron's two, he's a single father, and some of his nieces and nephews), Steve assured me that I'll be able to kick back for at least a little bit to enjoy myself.
At 45, Aaron is 25 years my senior. But, damn, he is ridiculously gorgeous! He's about 6'1", very athletic, has chocolate brown eyes that I could get lost in and a to die for smile! I'm sure that he makes women everywhere, young and old, melt! I've known him, and his family, for years and have always been terribly attracted to him!
I'm quickly drawn back to reality as the light finally turns green and the cars in front of me surge forward. Before too long, I arrive at Aaron's and, from the look and sound of things, the party's already in full swing. I found a place to park, took one last quick check of my outfit and headed to the door.
Right away, I was enveloped in a huge bear hug. "Annie!" Steve cried, "I am so happy you're here! And you look great!"
"Thank you!" I replied with a smile. I admit it, I was a bit more dressed up than I am usually am for baby-sitting gigs; I really wanted to the Birthday Boy to notice me! After much deliberation, I decided to go with a red long sleeved t-shirt, short black corduroy skirt, red and black argyle knee socks and my trusty black Converse sneakers. So, it's still relatively practical, but shows some skin at the same time!
"Why don't you head on out to the backyard?" Steve suggested. "The kids are all hanging out on trampoline and Aaron's back there somewhere,too. Oh, and would you mind carrying this out to whoever's working the grill? It's some chicken breasts and hamburger buns."
Steve hands me a small cardboard box filled to the brim of barbeque goodies and, before sending me out the door, he slides in a few bottles of beer.
I make my way to the backyard, dodging party guests left and right. I slip out the sliding glass door and am looking for a place to put down the box of food and alcohol when a strong arm slides around my waist from behind.
"Hi!" a deep voice whispers in my ear as a strong arm slides tightly around my waist. I was about ready to turn around and slug this forward man before I realized who it was.
"Aaron!" I exclaimed, turning to face him. "Happy Birthday!"
"Thank you; sorry Steve wrangled you in as the baby-sitter. I hope you can take some time to enjoy yourself and, hey, you get the best of both worlds - a party and payment!"
He finally took notice of the box in my arms, "What on Earth have you got in there?"