Virgin's Education: Bound and Pregnant Babysitter (BDSM Breeding Erotica) by Nicole Snow Page A

good
reason?
    Once again, I imagined Mr. Oliver's massive
house, alone like a castle on prime lake shore. He lived there with
his two year old son, and nobody but a few aides for company.
    Suddenly, I wished I were going away to a
dorm too. Moving across town to become this strange man's live in
babysitter filled me with a dread worse than embarking halfway
around the world.
     
    “ You have the keys, the
eating recommendations, and all the latest information from Flynn's
pediatrician. Is there anything else you'll need to do your job
well, Miss Koffay?”
    I looked him up and down, my eyes losing
themselves in his perfectly tailored gray suit. So, this was his
armor, the uniform he donned before confronting the world,
commanding legions of underlings like a skilled general.
    And doesn't he look handsome in it?
    I banished the thought, trying not to blush.
I took one last sip of the tangerine juice from the crystal glass
he'd given me.
    “ I think that's
everything. Mr. Oliver. And please, you can call me
Lori.”
    “ Of course. Miss Koffay is
more appropriate for your mother.” He drank the last of his coffee
from the thick ceramic mug in his hands and smiled. “I'm sure your
work will be just as impeccable as hers. She's been my best analyst
for ten years strong.”
    Funny, but you didn't say whether or not the
first name basis goes both ways.
    I shook my head, unsure why I expected it.
Though friendly, Mr. Oliver was nothing but my employer, and a man
of much greater importance than I'd ever be.
    “ I'll do my best,” I said.
The words weren't hard to force out.
    Anything less wasn't an
option. I had to
meet his expectations.
    If only looking at him weren't so damned
distracting! I wanted to wither and melt at his smile.
    I couldn't imagine surviving if his hard
faced fixed on me with disapproval.
    “ Well, then. I'll leave
you to get acquainted with my son. I trust you'll examine Tess'
notes and copy them as best you can. She did a wonderful job, and
it was a shame to accept her resignation. There's no delaying acute
arthritis, I'm afraid.”
    I studied his face closely. Beneath the
stony lines of strength around his eyes, I thought I saw...real
regret?
    I nodded, strangely energized. The old
nanny's little notebook was all I had to go on for pleasing this
kid. And if he was anything like his father, I imagined it would
take a lot to keep him entertained and happy.
    “ Good. We'll talk more
later. Don't expect me home until well after midnight. Assuming my
son is well taken care of, you can go to sleep anytime you wish,
and wake as late as you want. I'll be staying at the office late
and rising early, as usual.”
    I whispered a goodbye as he walked beneath
the neat arch connecting the kitchen to the rest of the house. His
expensive silver Lexus purred as it left the garage, signaling me
to get on with it.
    I walked quickly to the nursery, summoning
all my focus and putting up my guard. But after the first few
hours, I began to relax.
    I smiled, helping the boy clean up after
every wooden tower he built with his blocks became too unstable and
went crashing to the ground.
    Later, we switched from toys to a learning
game on the tablet Mr. Oliver had left me. I got it ready and sat
in the corner as Flynn played with the talking dog on the screen.
The blue canine barked a happy tune every time the boy correctly
identified his numbers.
    I should've been paying attention, but my
mind wandered. I hadn't been up so early since dance practice, way
back in the autumn of my Senior year.
    Maybe it was the strange environment I'd
been thrown into, but I couldn't stop my mind from wandering. I
thought about my conversation with Mr. Oliver.
    In the safety of my own memory, I explored
him. Who was he, really? And why did I want to know so badly?
    This giant house, the tiny boy, and the high
powered career invited so many questions.
    What happened to your mother, little Flynn?
Are you a product of loveless baby making just like