Three Weeks Of Naughty Baby-sitting

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO

MOLLY POV

My light brown eyes locked onto his, and I could feel my throat tighten. I swallowed hard, the saliva suddenly thick. His dark eyelashes were so long, they created little shadows in his eyes. His lips were small and perfectly shaped, still looking soft and pink. His dark hair was neatly curled, framing his face. The small, confident smirk playing on his lips made me really uneasy. My mind started racing. What if he wasn't who he said he was? What if he was a kidnapper? Or even worse... a serial killer?

"My mom never mentioned a young guy was coming to babysit me," I mumbled, rubbing my hands together nervously. They still felt a little tingly from his surprisingly firm grip when he had touched them a while ago. "She said an old lady would be here.”

He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "How could my grandma possibly be asked to babysit you? What are you, like, two years old?" His words had a sharp edge that made me uncomfortable, but honestly, it wasn't any of his business.

"Look," I said, trying to sound firm despite the tremor in my voice, "I think you should just leave. You've definitely got the wrong house. I don't care why you're here, but if you don't go, I'm calling the police." I stood my ground, but he just stared back at me, a strange look in his eyes, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone.

He tapped a number and held the phone to his ear. After what felt like ages of ringing, a weak, crackly voice came through the speaker. "Did you make it to the house alright, Drake? I know it might be a bit much, you babysitting a grown-up teenager, but I'm really not feeling well at all. This fever has knocked me for six," she said, her voice sounding genuinely unwell. A frown creased my forehead. It sounded like she also thought I was some kind of spoiled kid who needed looking after.

He glanced at me one more time, his expression unreadable, before speaking into the phone. "Yeah, Grandma, I'm here. Just wanted to make sure I had the right place." He paused. "And please, make sure you take your medicine, okay? Don't skip any doses if you want to get better soon."

"Of course, dear," she replied, her voice a little stronger now. There was a small kissing sound before the line went quiet.

He lowered his phone and looked at me. "Well, you heard her. She's not feeling well, so I'm filling in for her." A wave of guilt washed over me. I instantly felt bad for the fleeting thought I'd had earlier, wishing she wasn't coming. Internally, I was a mess of frustration and irritation. The thought of being stuck in the same house as this guy, who couldn't be older than eighteen, for the next three freaking weeks was unbearable. This wasn't just a day or two; it was going to be a long, torturous three weeks.

"So, your name is Drake, right?" I asked, trying to sound casual. He just nodded, his eyes looking around the living room like he was trying to find an escape route. "Look," I continued, trying to explain things a bit better, "we're both pretty grown up. I mean, my birthday is coming up really soon, I'll be eighteen. We can be understanding, right? I know you probably have a million other things you'd rather be doing than, you know, looking after a teenager like me. Honestly, I really don't need someone to babysit me. But my parents, well, they get worried, being that I'm their only kid and all. But I promise, I'll be totally fine on my own." I mumbled the last part, hoping he'd agree. But he just stared at me, his mouth slightly open, and it made me feel really awkward, like I had said something completely crazy.

"No thanks," he finally said, his voice a little rough. "I'd much rather miss out on all the parties and just chill with my friends than be stuck here but my friends are unluckily busy." His words made my blood boil a little. He was making this whole situation so much harder than it needed to be. An idea popped into my head, a bit of a mischievous one.

"What if I just called my parents and told them that your grandma left me here with a grown guy? You know, the kind of situation that could look really bad if someone found out we were alone all night?" I said, giving him what I hoped was an evil little smirk. He just shrugged, like he couldn't care less about what I had just suggested.

"Go ahead and tell them," he muttered, his eyes now looking right at me.

He started to walk towards me, slowly, and I instinctively took a few steps back. My heart started beating really fast, like it was trying to do a full circle in my chest. "I wouldn't mind having a taste of you every night either," he said softly, his voice lower now. "You'll be eighteen soon, perfectly legal." As he spoke, I bumped into the fridge, the door swinging open because I had left it ajar earlier. The sudden thought of this hot, kind of bad-boy babysitter... Well, the thought of him doing anything to me made a weird feeling bubble up inside me, and I instantly hated myself for even thinking about it.

His hands landed on either side of the fridge, trapping me between him and the cold metal. His face started to come closer to mine, inch by slow inch. I had only met this guy, like, five minutes ago, but my body was doing all sorts of crazy things. I suddenly really wanted him to kiss me. My eyelids fluttered closed as I waited for his lips, which looked surprisingly soft, to touch mine.

"Egg," he said. My eyes snapped open, and I saw a playful, almost teasing smile spread across his face. "I haven't had anything to eat. I'm starving," he explained, making me cough from pure embarrassment. My cheeks felt hot. "Do you have any noodles?" he asked, as I awkwardly shuffled past him, my heart still pounding like crazy. I opened the door to the pantry where my mom kept all the food and grabbed him a packet of ramen. The second I handed it to him, I practically ran out of the kitchen.

I dashed up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I leaned against it for a moment, trying to catch my breath. Then, I flopped down onto my bed and let out a frustrated yell into my pillow. This was going to be so difficult. Having Drake around the house for three whole weeks? I couldn't just wander around in my baggy old t-shirts and huge trousers like I usually did. His grandmother not showing up like this had definitely made things way more complicated than they already were.

"Can you show me my room? I need to change," Drake's voice echoed from downstairs, surprisingly loud after a few minutes of laying on my bed. I bit my lip, a little nervous, before sighing.

The smell of fried egg was starting to fill the whole house. I went to the top of the stairs and saw him standing by the stove, expertly slicing onions like a professional chef. "I need to freshen up before I eat," he muttered, turning off the hot plate.

He quickly came up the stairs, following closely behind me as I led him to his room. I showed him one of the guest rooms, the one my mom had cleaned up for Mrs. Hong just yesterday. "This room was supposed to be for your grandma, but it can still be nice for you," I mumbled, feeling a little awkward. He walked past me and started looking around the room.

"Of course, I like the room," he said, dropping his duffel bag onto the floor with a soft thud. He didn't say anything else, and then I noticed him starting to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. "What are you doing?" I blurted out, quickly putting my hand over my eyes.

"What? You said it's my room. Can't I go naked in my own room?" he asked, a small but definitely sexy smile playing on his lips. My eyes probably got huge, like they were about to pop right out of my head.

"Just... don't break anything," I said quickly, practically running out of the room and closing the door behind me. “s**t…. I need to tell Abby.” I muttered to myself.