The Babysitter's Undoing

Chapter 9: The Struggle Within

Mike sat at his office desk, his fingers pressing against his temples as he stared blankly at the stack of documents in front of him. Work was the last thing on his mind. His thoughts were elsewhere—scattered, tangled in the dangerous game that had begun to unfold in his own home.

He couldn’t shake the images from his mind. Last night, Karen stretching beside him on the couch, the way she toyed with him, how she had left him aching, frustrated, battling himself. And then this morning—

His jaw tightened as he remembered the bathroom.

The steam had curled around him as he stood under the water, attempting to clear his head. And then Karen had slipped in, silent as a shadow. He hadn’t seen her at first, only felt the brush of her hand as she pressed the towel into his grasp. But when he turned—

She had been completely bare, her body fully exposed, curves illuminated by the dim light filtering through the glass. His stomach had dropped, his body betraying him instantly. He had whispered, desperate for her to leave, but Karen had only laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she noticed his reaction.

Then Diana’s voice had called from outside the door, suspicion lacing her tone.

Mike had barely managed to compose himself. Karen had disappeared into the shower stall, hidden behind the frosted glass just as Diana walked in. She had eyed him curiously, noticing his aroused state, her lips curving into a knowing smirk.

“I thought I heard something,” she had said.

Mike had swallowed hard, shaking his head. “No, just the water. You must’ve imagined it.”

Diana had taken a step closer, tracing a finger along his chest. “Mmm. Maybe I should join you.”

His pulse had thundered in his ears as he forced a chuckle, stepping back. “Not now. Let me finish up first.”

It had taken everything in him to keep his voice steady, to act normal as Diana had eventually walked away, unaware of the hidden presence just inches away from her. Only after she had left had Karen stepped out, flashing him a wicked smile before sauntering off, her hips swaying as if to mock his restraint.

Now, sitting in his office, Mike exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. This wasn’t just a game anymore. It was a dangerous dance, and he was losing control.

A knock at his door startled him from his thoughts. He sat up straight, clearing his throat. “Come in.”

His assistant entered, dropping a file on his desk. “Mr. Adams, your next meeting is in ten minutes.”

Mike nodded absently. “Thanks.”

As the door closed again, he let out a deep breath. He needed to get a grip. To set boundaries. But the problem was, Karen wasn’t just testing his limits—she was pushing them, daring him to break.

And deep down, he was afraid that eventually, he would.