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  When Jenny came through the doors onto the terrace, Andy, who was on Ryan’s lap, immediately, jump off and ran to her. Ryan slightly elevated himself from the chair, in acknowledgement of her presence.

  Hugging Andy to her Jenny greeted Ryan. He looked fresh and handsome dressed in a pair of blue shorts and white T-shirt, his feet casually clad in expensive dark blue leather sandals. She was pleased that everyone was casually dressed for the day. She did not have much to choose from and had been a little anxious that she would find her boss having planned a formal day.

  Andy wore white shorts, with blue trim on the side, with a matching top. He was barefoot, his face a bundle of energy. She would have her work cut out today to keep him busy.

  “Morning Jenna, did you just wake up? I’ve been up with Dad since early.” He solemnly declared. “I wanted to wake you too, but Daddy said I was to leave you as your door was closed and he thought you were still sleeping.”

  ‘Thank you, I was. But, I am sorry too. I forgot to leave the door ajar for you.” Jenny saw Ryan’s questioning look, and explained, “I promised him that when my door was open he could come in anytime and last night I forgot to leave it open for him.” Her voice relayed her regret.

  Ryan found himself taking in an extra breath at the picture she made. Her youthful breast and lacy bra, clearly defined through the school style blouse as it hugged her slender form.

  Ryan averted his eyes from her breasts to her youthful face. Boy, not much help either! His body’s reaction had him uncomfortably aware of his instant arousal.

  “No problem. I’ll tell you when Andy is your responsibility at night. I’ve always taken care of that shift when I am at home.” Ryan realized that her structured life at the orphanage would necessitate her putting structures in place, almost immediately, and not waiting for the outcome of the interview.

  “Hey, my son, we men must stick together.”

  “Yip, Daddy, but when you’re working late or away on business, I get to go to Jenna?”

  Ryan caught Jenny’s enquiring look, obviously hoping for his confirmation that she was going to fulfill that position. But instead he replied. “We’ll see, son, we’ll see.”

  Breaking the awkward moment Ryan instructed, “Help yourself to breakfast, there is a large array of food on the serving table behind you.”

  Again Ryan noticed Jenny’s surprise at the large selection she found, his inner thought’s that she really could not hide her reaction to the opulence she found. Also conversely than expected she kept her servings small as she helped herself to muesli with some fruit juice and yogurt

  Ryan looked at her small selection, surprised, but then understanding dawned, her appetite and palate would not be use to such a varied food offer.

  Her small waist and trim body was due to as much her good genes, as well as a lifetime of having to make do with what was given with no excess. As her body matured and filled out her body would always be slim, but then her angular proportions would soften. He wondered if he would be around to see the change, which promised to be even more spectacular than what he enjoyed looking at now. Take your thoughts out of the gutter; he reprimanded himself.

  “I don’t suppose you brought a costume with you?” Ryan enquired as he finished off his coffee.

  “I did in fact. I recalled that one of the requirements was that I must be able to swim. I thus assumed I might be required, to swim over the weekend.”

  What she did not add was that the costume was an old black school costume, which had seen better days. She’d hoped to be able to buy a new one, if she got the job, before she was required to use it. But it would appear that there was not such luck.

  “Well, that’s good, as Andy and I intend spending a quiet day at home. He’s worked out a whole itinerary for us, so inform Jenna what you have planned.”

  Jenny immediately picked up that he was using Andy’s nickname for her too.

  Jumping up and down next to her, Andy rambled off, “First we’re going to play tennis, then cause we’re going to be hot from running after the ball, we can go for a swim, and Daddy said, then, if I’ve enough energy left we could go to Mc Donald’s for lunch, before my nap.”

  Ryan watched her interaction with Andy while she finished her breakfast. She had an easy and comfortable manner about her. She was also not condescending to his son. But spoke to him as an equal. He also noted that she made a concerted effort to engage his son as his level, or at least to make eye contact when speaking to him. So she either leaned forward or lifted him up to her, as she had, when she placed him on her lap, as she ate.

  After breakfast they strolled down to the tennis courts, sporting a clubhouse and Jacuzzi, Andy took it upon himself to let her have a running commentary of all the facilities. Ryan was quiet and allowed his son full rein.

  “I don’t get to use the sauna, Dad says the hot steam is not healthy for a little boy like me, but his girlfriends like it a lot. ‘specially when they come for a night game of tennis with Dad.”

  Jenny admired Andy’s confidence and his sense of his place in his father’s world. The mouthful he had just given her, showed that he was a child, who also receives a lot of attention and love.

  The comfortable furnishings and wide couches of the clubhouse would negate the necessity of having to go back to the main house. So perhaps this privacy, after a little man was sent to bed, was the attraction, and not the Jacuzzi, sauna or tennis court as Andy so innocently though? She pondered.

  They enjoyed a game of tennis, with Andy doing almost all the running, as he ran to fetch the tennis ball. She felt so sorry for him but he enjoyed every moment of his time with them. They were all hot and bothered by the time Ryan declared it was time for a swim to cool them all down.

  “Andy, come with me, then you and I can join your Dad at the pool,” Jenny looked to Ryan for his approval.

  Ryan inclined his head, and Jenny made quick work of heading for the mansion with Andy.

  Oh boy, oh boy, Ryan berated himself some time later, when Jenny and Andy joined him again. The old black school costume she wore was cut high over her legs. The tight fabric flattened her small breasts which only served to draw attention to her firm and erect nipples.

  The lapse he’d swam while waiting for them, had done nothing to dim his sexual response to her. Ryan quickly turned away and held his arms out to Andy. He waited for him to jump into his arms. He then threw Andy up in the air and caught him just before he hit the water giving him all the attention in an effort to hide his reaction to the delightful sight she made.

  He would have to see to it that she bought herself something less revealing, if he wanted a hope in hell of keeping his hands off his son’s minder. It’s not that she wasn’t an adult, but he just felt so much older than her. I should send this little lady home in the morning, he tried to convince himself.

  Jenny felt very self-conscious in her costume. She had it a number of years but Ryan did not appear to notice so thankfully she slipped into the water. While Ryan’s attention was on Andy, Jenny lazily swam about, most of her attention on the merriment between Ryan and Andy. Jenny swam to the pool edge, and sussed out the amenities. She was a bit awe struck by the large square pool, which boasted a diving board, as well as a neatly laid out terrace and entertainment area. She also noted that there were changing rooms, showers and cloakrooms.

  The entertainment area had an undercover kitchen area and bar, with a fully stocked fridge for drinks and food. No need to go to the main house if one felt thirsty or hungry. The large stove and microwave as well as the grill being able to provide anything a person’s appetite might want to conjure up. Much like the clubhouse a self-catering area, fully stocked kitchen provided everything one needed.

  Later Ryan took them to the local Mc Donald family Restaurant, Jenny who had never driven in such a luxurious car before appeared to enjoy the ride in his metallic silver gray, Porsche Cayenne 4X4 in an almost childlike manner.

  Ryan watched the duo fr
om time to time in the rear view mirror as they interacted with each other.

  On the way back Andy fell asleep and when they reached home Ryan carried Andy to his room.

  Jenny left them and went to her bedroom.

  When Ryan went to his office to finish off some last detail on tenders he was busy with, but somehow instead, found himself thinking of Jenny upstairs.

  His thoughts going back too, to when he was this young and he thought the world was his. Driven by blind desire, he’d made reckless mistakes. Firmly drawing his mind from the past he gave his attention to the business at hand.

  Some time later Ryan then went down to the kitchens and advised the staff they could retire early, as he would take care of supper for his son and their guest. Ryan knew his staff would make themselves scarce, as they were appt to do, when he requested it and as he usually liked to barbeque for himself and Andy on a Saturday, when he was not entertaining.

  Jenny came awake to a warm bundle of energy jumping on her bed, having a siesta

  “Come on Jenny, Dad’s fixing a barbeque for us, we get to do the salad.”

  “Okay, young man, give me a minute, I just want to splash some water on my face!” Jenny bantered back.

  Jenny accompanied Andy to the huge kitchen, nothing in this house coming in small sizes it appeared, not even the owner!

  Whilst she prepared the salad, with Andy seated on the table, helping her cut up the tomatoes and greens for the tossed salad, Ryan arrived in the kitchen.

  Jenny hoped she hid her feeling of incompetence, as being domesticated in the kitchen was not something she was accustomed to

  “Jenna, put some garlic butter on the French loaf and placed it in foil. I’ll tell you when the T-bone steaks are almost done, then you can pop the bread in the oven for us.”

  He must have seen her eyeing the complicated large stove as he smiled and added. “Like the sound system it is very simple to use.”

  Trying to hide her confusion and embarrassment, Jenny looked in the fridge, but this turned out to be just as daunting! There was such an array of salad dressing, biting down on her bottom lip, an old habit when she was feeling stressed. She selected three and hoped that that would do. As she turned to place the bottles on the kitchen table, she became aware of Ryan’s languid scrutiny, as he leaned nonchalant against the kitchen counter, while he observed her.

  Really was she so different that she had him permanently amused!

  Jenny felt the warm rush of heat infuse her face, as she blushed. Ryan pushed himself from the counter, and walked towards her, picking up a small cherry tomato from the bowl, he ordered, “Bite.”

  Without hesitating she opened her mouth and complied, the charisma of his eyes held her spell bound.

  Before she could lick the juice from her lips he caressed her bottom lip, with the pad of his thumb. The muscles in Jenny’s lower abdomen clenched, when he proceeded to lick the juice off his finger.

  His raspy voice sounded very sensual to her ears when he added.

  “This will have do for now.”

  Before she could respond, Ryan walked way. Jenny felt quite breathless, her heart, beat frantically

  At the door Ryan turned, he appeared unaffected by her. “Come on guys, join me on the terrace.”

  Throughout supper, Jenny stole glances at Ryan, her eyes feasting on his powerful male form. At times, wishing she could be the one on his lap, enjoying the attention that was Andy’s. His looks and actions in the kitchen created feelings and desires in her she was still busy absorbing. Wonderful feelings.

  The tender steaks, crusty garlic bread and salad soon had her feeling as if she had gorged herself, on the good food and soft-drinks.

  Jenny offered to clear the table, whilst Ryan set up the cartoon for Andy, in the family room for them.

  Afterwards when Andy fell asleep on Ryan’s chest, he remained in what appeared to be a comfortable position for him, with Andy still in his arms.

  Jenny set up the DVD for their adult action movie and took up on the large armchair with her legs tucked in under her. As she watched the movie, Jenny became aware that Ryan watched her more than the movie and wondered what conclusion he was coming to.

  After the movie, Ryan bid Jenny goodnight and Jenny watched him stride up the stairs, to put Andy to bed. She thought she detected some restraint from Ryan, as if he was keeping himself in check with her. But she could not be sure; perhaps it was just her own reaction she was feeling. The last time she had acted on her attraction to someone, it had cost her dearly. Ryan was in anyway so far out of her league, socially; and if, he became her employer, she would have to find a way to suppress her attraction to him.

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  Chapter Four

  Ryan woke up early, as was his norm. His usual morning hard-on a reminder of his erotic dream of Jenny. She was definitely not his usual type and he wondered why she would stir him in ways that mature woman, more fully endowed, did not do. Groaning in self-incrimination he briefly closed his eyes as he recalled the vision of her in his dreams

  He held her firmly around her waist, pulling her further into his embrace. As he felt her body settle into his groin, his hand caressingly moved down, across her firm bottom, over the back of her thighs. Then as he deepened his kiss, his mouth taking hers sweetly, deeply, he pushed her short dress up. His hands filled with her soft flesh. His lips tasted her and his hands caressed her, her taste and texture an aphrodisiac like no other to his senses.

  Slowly, but determinedly, he skimmed over her bottom, delving down between her legs, finding her soft moist opening. His fingers expertly strummed over her cleft, rubbing her outer lips the moistness of her essence saturating his fingers, as he slid his fingers into her.

  Ruefully he turned onto his side and looked at the clear blue sky through his bedroom window. He felt an ache in his chest, and in another part of his anatomy.

  He had to make up his mind whether to employ Jenny or not, and he had to do so quickly before Andy came hurtling into his room. Ryan’s body the target, for their usual, early morning tumbles together.

  The whole day yesterday it had been, Jenna this and Jenna that. Though Andy did not treat her like his playmate and Jenny handled the authority issue well, but he could see that his son was taken by her.

  Raking his hand through his hair, Ryan stared at the ceiling. The challenge then was not her suitability for his son. The background checks panned out, and Andy liked her, liked her a lot. The issue was, could he, a mature man of thirty trust himself not to fall for a woman ten years his junior.

  He was never short on female company.. When Ryan did not spend the evening at the woman’s apartment, he then preferred to entertain them at the clubhouse for the night. He never exposed his son to that side of his life.

  Ryan decided very early after Andy’s birth that his relationship with his son would not be compromised by another woman. Ryan’s bed partners were mature woman of the world who did not want a permanent relationship as well, and if they misunderstood and thought it could be more than a casual affair, they soon found out their error.

  Ryan remembered clearly how Natalie duped him. From this he had learnt first hand what operators woman could be.

  He met her at University, and like a typical youngster he found himself unable to keep his hands off Natalie.

  The Friday that he met her at the University dance was forever printed in his mind. She was a vivacious, blond with a very sexy smile and this is what caught his eye across the crowded dance floor

  He found himself taking her up on her obvious invitation and went over to introduce himself to her. When she made it clear that she was willing to go al the way with him that night, he did not hesitate.

  Three months later, Natalie confronted him and advised that she was pregnant, this despite Ryan having used condoms.

  Natalie came from a dirt poor background and though this in itself did not bother him, his perception of her changed, when a jealous ex-gi
rlfriend informed him that Natalie had taken a bet that she would meet, bed and marry a rich man. He questioned her motives and his own insight into women.

  Ryan’s reaction was to tell her to get lost, the child could well not even be his. But his father talked some sense into him and suggested Ryan marry her. Otherwise he might stand the chance of losing his child.

  He took his father’s advice, after he’d made sure that the child she was carrying was in fact his. He never touched Natalie after their marriage, he found himself unwilling to share his bed and his wife with other men.

  But it only took a few months after Andy’s birth for him to realize how very important his son was to him. He spent all his free time with him, and they grew closer and bonded together. Natalie showed no interest in Andy whatsoever and did not even try to fake any affection for him.

  Andy was eight months old, when Ryan reached the end of his patience with her, but before he could start divorce proceedings, Natalie and her new lover decided that they were going to use the gold credit card he’d provided her with, for a holiday of a lifetime. The ocean liner they were on sank due to a fire aboard the vessel, most of the passengers did survive the ordeal, but a few passengers in their cabins did not immediately heed the fire alarm, and it was deduced that they succumbed to smoke inhalation and went down with the ocean liner.

  If he could lead a celibate life for almost two years when he was married to Natalie then surely he could trust himself to keep his hands of this young girl. He also had other avenues to satisfy any physical needs he had. Bringing his hands up and over his face, he slowly raked his hands through his hair again, and lay with his hands on his head for a few minutes, then, coming to a decision he listened and waited for his son’s arrival.

  Jenny tidied up her room and packed her few possessions. She was never going to lose a lifetime habit, of cleaning, and tiding up after herself. Jenny found her heart pounding with anxiety. Keeping a check on the time, she went down to the terrace, at eight-thirty as instructed.