An Unexpected Nanny. Constance Masters

      

      An Unexpected Nanny

      Constance Masters

      

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      Constance Masters

      An Unexpected Nanny

      EBook ISBN: 978-1-61258-563-5

      Print ISBN: 978-1-61258-622-9

      v2

      Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design

      This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

      Chapter 1

      Viola Spring sat up in bed, perspiration pouring from her face and dripping down her neck, finally pooling between her breasts. It happened more nights than not and she wondered whether the universe was trying to give her some kind of message. Of course, it probably had something to do with the date that was looming. The next day would mark the date that changed her life forever, not for the better. On that day three years ago, she allowed strangers to walk away with her sweet baby girl and she hadn't seen her again.

      Vi would never forget those pretty blue eyes. She was only a few days old, but her daughter’s eyes were those of an old soul. Had she made the right choice? She would never know the answer to that question and she would have to live with that fact, but the decision had never been about her. What did an eighteen-year-old without a decent job or a husband have to offer a child?

      “Another nightmare, Vi?” an elderly grey-haired lady asked, peeking around the doorway.

      “I’m okay, Gran,” Vi said, quickly wiping her face with a tissue. “I just got up to go to the bathroom and bumped my leg.”

      “Can I get you some chamomile tea?”

      “I'm fine, really,” Vi said. Was she fine? Did it even matter? She had work in the morning and it wasn’t right to saddle her elderly grandma with her sadness.

      “I’ll see you in the morning then, honey.”

      “You don't have to get up so early on account of me, Gran.”

      “If I don’t see that you eat something before you leave I will worry all day.”

      “I’ll eat, I promise.”

      The old woman ignored Vi’s empty promises and smiled softly. “You better get yourself to sleep, it’s nearly time to wake up.”

      Vi did try to sleep but for some reason it just didn't happen. The usual questions circled her mind. What if she had waited? What if she had waited for a better kind of man? She scoffed. Who in their right mind could call any eighteen-year-old boy a man? An eighteen-year-old girl, that was the problem. A sheltered, immature teenager who just like the song, ‘was looking for love in all the wrong places’. It was an accident waiting to happen…

       “Mom, I’m eighteen.” Vi begged. “I’m old enough to vote.”

       “While you live under my roof you will do as I say. I don’t want you to end up the way I did. I want better for you.”

       Vi knew that life as a single mother had been hard for her mother. As much as it had been to settle for a man she’d thought would be the answer to all her prayers. “Nothing is going to happen, Mom, I swear. You were young once. Surely you remember that what is done in the dark, can be done in the daytime anywhere?” She gasped when her mother raised her arm with her hand flattened as though she were going to slap her.

       “Go to your room, you can have this discussion with your father.”

       “He’s not my father, Mom, he doesn’t even like me.”

       “It’s not a father’s job to like you, Viola! It’s a father’s job to raise you right. To make sure you know what’s wrong and what’s right. To teach what it is to be a sinner and how to grow up to be a godly woman.”

       “Keeping someone prisoner in their own home isn’t normal, Mom.”

       “Go,” her mother yelled, pointing to the stairs.

      She had stomped up the stairs to her room with no intentions of staying there. The stupid interfering stepfather must have laid down the law about her going out after dark. As far as things went with her mother everything he said was law. Vi knew that if she did as her mom told her and stayed home, he would find some other reason to punish her, he always did, and her mother never lifted a finger to protect her. Well, she wasn’t about to keep Hunter waiting. As soon as banging pots in the kitchen signaled the start of the meal being prepared, she crept back down those stairs and slipped noiselessly from the house.

       “I think we’ve missed the movie,” Hunter said, as they roared away from the house in his pickup.

       “I’m sorry, baby, I couldn’t get away.”

       “We could just go to the clearway?”

       Vi smiled. The clearway was sort of a lover’s lane. “Sure, but I can’t be out for too long.” She pushed visions of what might happen to her when she returned home out of her mind. Anyway, the time she arrived home would only be a minute factor. The major sin was defying her mother and leaving in the first place. There would be consequences, she may as well make the punishment worthwhile.

       Hunter pulled the car off the clearway between some trees and took off his seatbelt. “I’ve missed you,” he said.

       “Have you? I missed you too.” She slid across the bench seat of his old truck.

       “Of course. Nothing I like more than making out with my baby.”

       He kissed her deeply while his thumb attempted to tease one of her perky nipples that were straining through the tight, spandex, crop top that her mother made her wear instead of a bra. “I like it too,” she said, kneeling so she could get closer. She just loved it when Hunter kissed her and touched her. He stirred feelings in her that she knew were wrong, but in the moment, she couldn’t care less. If being evil felt this good she’d take being a sinner over being a saint any old day. She climbed on top of him, grinding herself onto him.

       She grinned when Hunter unzipped her dress and yanked it from her shoulders, exposing the chaste underwear that was designed to make her look as flat and unattractive to the opposite sex as possible. The horny teen’s answer was to yank it over her head and out of the way. When her rosy nipples became visible he latched onto each of them, one at a time, sucking hard until she threw her head back and squealed.

       “Damn girl,” he ground out. “You are really horny tonight.”

       “Kiss me,” she said, raising his