*Ayla*
I've been staring at my computer for an hour. The college application that's sits on the screen is still not started, and in true procrastinating fashion, I've been distracted reading my kindle app the whole time. I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Everyone expects you to have your goals figured out by now apparently, but I'm honestly at a loss.
My patient, Mrs. Perry, lays asleep just across the room in her bed. I got my CNA license a month after graduating high school, four months later I landed this private care job and it's been the best. I've been here two months and Mrs. Perry is one of the sweetest women I've ever met. Her husband though? That just depends on the day.
"Have you filled it out yet"?
Looking up I see she's woken up, and I can tell she's about to lecture me about college again. "No ma'am , not yet." I say with a sigh. Sitting my laptop in my bag, I stand and go over to where she is in the bed. It's midday, her usual afternoon nap lasted longer than normal today. Helping her sit up comfortably I ask her if she's hungry or needs to use the restroom. "Don't change the subject young lady. This is important, your future. What's stopping you from taking the next step?" She asks. I know she means well. But I get this speech all the time and from more than just her. My whole family badgers me about it. "I just don't know Mrs. Perry. I don't know what I want to do. I'll do it , I'm just trying to figure out what interests me. What motivates me beyond caregiving." Her eyes narrow at me. And I know what I said that's about to get her going. It's my go to escape route for these conversations with her. "If I tell you one more time to call me Cheryl I'm going find the strength to whip your bottom." I grin at her. I knew that would do it. She hates being called "Mrs. Perry" because it makes her feel old.
A few hours later I have her dressed and ready for dinner down stairs. Cheryl's husband is having a dinner party. He's in business, though I'm still unsure exactly what he does. I just know he's freaking loaded. I turned nineteen last month and when the Perry's found out I was working on my birthday they took me to some five star, classy as hell restaurant to celebrate. Seriously they didn't even have prices on the menu.
Tonight I'm staying over past the time I usually get off so I can help out. I've done it a few times and Mr. Perry always pays me under the table for the extra hours I pull. He can be a real ass sometimes, but he's a generous ass.
All the guests but one are here. Apparently the mystery man is running late, but is important enough to wait for. As soon as all the guests have been fed, the in home cook makes me a plate of my own in the kitchen. That's where I hang out until Cheryl is ready for bed. So if this business associate could that'd be great.
He shows up just as I'm arranging Cheryl at the table. "Do you need anything before I step out?" I quietly ask . "No dear thank you." Her husband cuts in and says he'll call for me when they need me.
As I turn to head toward the kitchen, my eyes catch a set of honey brown eyes. They belong to a man who stands at every bit of 6"3' with dark chocolate hair that's swept back from his face. Lightly golden skin that's more than likely stretched taut over the muscled body that hides beneath his clothes. His all black suit is clearly tailored to fit him just right, and his eyes are practically searing into my skin.
With a flush I briskly walk into the kitchen.
"Derek, so glad you could join us!" Mr. Perry says happily. That must be his name. Yes because I heard him address the other three people earlier. His deep baritone voice answers back, telling him thank you for the invitation. With a shake off my head I walk outside to smoke a cigarette real quick before going back in for my food, which the heavenly cook has on the counter waiting on me.
By the time Cheryl was ready for bed the guests had joined Mr. Perry in the living room for a drink. "Goodnight, I'll see you on Monday morning Cheryl." I tell her as she waves me off. I work ten hours Monday through Thursday, so I get to enjoy a three day weekend.
I slip through the back door, just in case there were any guests left. Which was likely. Making my way the front, I can see my car sitting off to the side. Two other cars are up here, means guests are still here as I predicted. Just as I reach my car, a door from the vehicle behind mine opens and shuts again. And suddenly that same searing feeling comes over me again. His voice calls out to me just as my hand touches the handle of the door. "I don't believe I caught your name." His is like velvet. I turn around to face him, and this man is the definition of class and danger. It rolls off of him in waves. Everything in me says to be logical and just leave. That nothing good could come out of flirting with a man like this. But I've always been hardheaded. So summoning everything once of courage I possess I give him a small smile and say,"Well that's because I didn't throw it." He leans into my car, crossing his arms over his chest and his right ankle over the left. Then gives me a full on smile. I knew at that moment that I was definitely, and without question, absolutely fucked.
*Derek*
"That's because I didn't throw it," she says to me. A small smile playing on her lips. She had my attention from the moment I entered the home. Noticing her far before she noticed me. In all my 25 years I've never been held by someone at first glance. I know her name. "Ayla" John had called her when his wife was ready for bed. But I want her to give it to me her self. Her hazel green eyes swirl with a mix of green, blue, and brown. They're mesmerizing. I'm sure even more so in the light of day. Her thick southern accent lingers in my ears, the sound so sweet. She must have grown up here.
I came her to talk business and seal a deal with John. Which I did. Buying him out of his casino that was built a few years back up in Nashville is going to be an interesting adventure indeed. Finding sweet Ayla here was a bonus.Tilting her head up to look at me as she waits for my response. She can't be more that five foot two.
"I'm Derek Cain." I tell her. "Come on little one, give me your name." I say to her. A red hue creeps onto her cheeks and all I can think now is how much she'd blush with my fingers in her pussy... Or my dick. I want her. That's for certain. I just don't understand why. Fluttering her eyes she finally gives me what I want. It's a first step. "I'm Ayla. Ayla Glenn." She says glancing at her feet and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. And I know in this moment that I'm done for. And that I'll stop at nothing until she's mine.
