One Night With My Daughter's Human Babysitter

Chapter4

Joana gradually awoke, greeted by the gentle rays of sunlight streaming through the wide-open French doors. As she blinked her eyes open, the distant sounds of the bustling city street filled her ears, and the throbbing ache in her head served as a reminder that she was not in the comfort of her own bed.

With a groan, she eased herself up onto her elbows, surveying the room as flashes of fragmented memories from the previous night flooded her mind. Images of being at the bar, adorned in her chosen silky black dress, and sipping on a gin and tonic gradually emerged. But along with those memories, an encounter with a middle-aged man, whose intentions proved to be far from pure, resurfaced in her consciousness.

As the moments of the night before replayed in her mind, other recollections began to resurface. Memories formed of being in the back of a car, entwined with an irresistibly attractive man. Their mouths sought each other's in fervent kisses as they succumbed to their desires. In pursuit of privacy and luxury, they made their way to an elevator that ascended to the haven of a lavish hotel room he had arranged.

Flashes of stolen moments traversing the hallway returned to Joana's mind. Tender whispers and lingering kisses punctuated their journey, heightening their anticipation. The feel of his hands caressing her waist through the silky black fabric, setting her senses afire, became vivid once again. As they reached the sanctuary of the hotel room, this enigmatic man gently carried her to the bed, their lips merging in passionate union.

The night unfolded, a symphony of pleasure and ecstasy, suffusing the moonlit room as they moved in perfect harmony. Every touch, every kiss, fueled a rapturous connection between their bodies. Joana's fragmented memories unveiled a tableau of their shared passion.

With the realization of what had transpired during those intense moments, Joana turned her head to take in the sight of the man who lay slumbering beside her. Even in repose, his masculine features radiated an irresistible allure. The sheets draped around his waist revealed the contours of his toned torso, and a flush colored Joana's cheeks as her gaze skimmed over the suggestive silhouette of his groin.

However, a wave of clarity washed over Joana as she assimilated the truth. This man was none other than Elijah Wyatt, the wealthy and charismatic CEO of WR Corp, who now occupied a significant role in her ex-boyfriend's life. Biting her lip, she silently sought to extricate herself from the bed, discreetly retrieving her belongings, including the intimate garment she had noticed was absent.

Embracing her resolve to regain her composure and confront the ramifications of their intimacy, Joana embarked on a quest to reconnect with her sense of self. Contemplating the unfolding implications, she navigated the path before her, resolute in facing the consequences that awaited her beyond the hotel room's confines.

As Joana spun around, securing her panties in her hand, she was met with the sight of Elijah sitting upright in bed, his throat clearing audibly. His chilling gray gaze remained fixated on her, causing a flush to creep across her cheeks. Rising wordlessly, he revealed his naked form in its entirety, intensifying the crimson hue on Joana's face. Promptly, he strode towards his discarded pants lying on the floor.

With a sudden, fervent urgency, Joana swiftly donned her panties and bra, while Elijah slipped into his boxer briefs. Retrieving his pants from the floor, he retrieved his wallet from his pocket with a disapproving air, ultimately producing a substantial wad of cash. Thrusting it towards Joana, he uttered darkly, "Accept it, but bear in mind that this is a singular occurrence."

Startled by the implication, Joana instinctively took a step back, her expression shifting from sheepishness to indignant anger and lingering resentment. "Do you...do you perceive me as a p********e?" she snarled, her voice betraying her brewing fury.

Casually shrugging his broad shoulders, Elijah callously tossed the cash to the ground before her. "Regardless of the truth, it matters little," he retorted in a cold, dismissive tone, averting his gaze as he began buttoning his shirt. "No one engages in intimate encounters with me without anticipating an additional exchange. Your initial aloof demeanor last night quickly dissolved once I adorned you and financed your libations. I comprehend your desires. Merely take the money and depart."

Deeply frowning, Joana narrowed her eyes, fighting back the seething surge of anger within her. "I never sought your money," she declared firmly, her voice quivering with justified indignation as she picked up the dress from the floor, preparing to put it on. Despite her uncertainty regarding the fate of her soiled outfit, she had no alternative but to attire herself in the provided dress.

Interrupting her, Elijah muttered dismissively, still with his back turned to her as he deftly buttoned his shirt. "By the way," he interjected, scarcely acknowledging her words, "you should exercise vigilance when accepting beverages from strangers. Fortuitously, my presence averted a potential predicament with that gentleman. Employ basic common sense in the future."

Pausing momentarily, Joana ground her teeth together, her determination fueling her effort to swiftly dress in the previously discarded dress. Finally attired, she confronted Elijah with an unwavering gaze. "You are every bit as frigid and callous as rumored," she declared, her voice laced with defiance and disapproval.

Wyatt didn't answer, and Joana didn't care to stick around to see if he would come up with a response. With a hmph, she grabbed the strappy heels from the night before, feeling the cool floor beneath her bare feet as she stomped her way over to the door. Resting her hand on the doorknob, she seethed with anger for a moment. And when she swung the door open, she called out over her shoulder one last time.

"You can't simply toss money at people while burdened with a guilty conscience," she growled, her voice filled with frustration and indignation, before striding out and forcefully slamming the door behind her.

...

As soon as Joana arrived home, she tore off the dress and heels, casting them into a corner with disdain as anger towards both Samuel and Wyatt surged within her. Frowning and muttering to herself, she stomped her way towards the fridge clad only in her underwear, retrieving the milk to pour herself a bowl of cereal. Cereal was the only sustenance she had available, but the prospect of accepting Wyatt's money after a one-night stand left a taste more bitter than going hungry.

Just as she was about to take her first bite of cereal, her phone began to ring. Rolling her eyes, she anticipated it to be Samuel, attempting to plead for her return. However, she squinted when she noticed that the call came from an unknown number.

"Hello?" Joana answered, stirring her cereal with her spoon, half-expecting a telemarketer or spam caller on the other end.

"Good morning. Is this Joana Pheonix?" a sing-song voice inquired.

"Yes," Joana replied, slightly intrigued.

"My name is Nancy Grace. I'm calling from the Fare Agency," the cheerful voice continued.

Joana's eyes widened, and she dropped her spoon, letting it plunge into the milk with an absent-minded lack of concern. She had been tirelessly seeking a nanny position through the Fare Agency for months, hoping for a breakthrough that hadn't yet materialized. The prolonged search had dampened her hopes, and she had almost given up on finding the right opportunity.

"We have found an assignment for you," Nancy announced, her voice carrying a melodic inflection. "It's a full-time, live-in position with a single Alpha father. Are you available to schedule a house call later today to meet the family and complete an interview?"

"Y-Yes," Joana replied, her excitement palpable. "I would be absolutely thrilled to."