Forbidden attraction
1201 Words
As I rushed out of the room, I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. I couldn't believe I had been caught staring at Mr. Pius's...ahem...private area.
I quickly made my way to my room, trying to process what had just happened. Was I really attracted to Mr. Pius? And what was wrong with me?
As I sat on my bed, trying to calm down, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had crossed a line. Mr. Pius was my employer, and I was just his nanny.
But as I thought back to the moment when our eyes met, I couldn't deny the spark that had flown between us. It was like nothing I had ever felt before.
Just as I was starting to drift off into thought, my phone rang. It was Mr. Pius.
"Peri, I need to see you in my room," he said, his voice low and husky.
My heart skipped a beat as I wondered what he wanted. Had he noticed my attraction to him? And what would happen if he had?
I took a deep breath and made my way to his room, trying to prepare myself for what was to come.
As I entered Mr. Pius's room, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. He was sitting up in bed, looking at me with an intense gaze.
"Peri, I wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier," he said, his voice low and serious.
I felt my face grow hot with embarrassment as I realized what he was referring to. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Pius," I said, trying to apologize. "I don't know what came over me."
But to my surprise, Mr. Pius didn't look angry. Instead, he looked...curious.
"Peri, I have to ask," he said, his eyes locked on mine. "Were you...admiring me earlier?"
I felt my face grow even hotter as I realized what he was asking. "I...I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Pius," I stammered.
But Mr. Pius just chuckled. "Don't play dumb, Peri," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I saw the way you were looking at me. And I have to admit...I'm flattered."
I felt like I had been caught red-handed. I didn't know what to say or do, so I just stood there, frozen in embarrassment.
Mr. Pius, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the moment. He leaned back against his pillows, a sly smile spreading across his face.
"Peri, you're a very attractive woman," he said, his voice low and husky. "And I have to admit, I've noticed the way you look at me."
My heart skipped a beat as I realized what he was saying. Was Mr. Pius actually flirting with me?
Mr.pius stood up and walked toward me,I stood firm like "an old expired statue" in Sheyla’s word.
I know you want to have a taste of me,everyone wants to, he said his lips inches apart from mine. The thought of having his supple lips on mine had blindfolded my sense of reasoning,I took his lips into mine and kissed him,it was like the whole world had come to a stand still,mr.pius’s eyes fluttered closed,he kissed me back. his lips warm and tender,As we kissed, I felt like I was losing myself in the moment. Mr. Pius's lips were warm and insistent, and I couldn't help but respond to his passion.
But as we deepened the kiss, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Mr. Pius was my employer,and I was just his nanny.
But in that moment, none of that seemed to matter.
But as we pulled back for air, reality came crashing back down around me. What was I doing? This was wrong on so many levels.
I pushed Mr. Pius away, my heart racing with excitement and guilt. "I'm sorry," I said, trying to catch my breath. "I shouldn't have done that."
Mr. Pius looked at me, his eyes still burning with passion. "Why not?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "We're both adults, Peri. We can do what we want."
I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "No, Mr. Pius. This is wrong. You're my employer, and I'm just your nanny."
Mr. Pius sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Peri, please. Call me Pius. And don't worry about the employer-employee thing. I promise you, this changes nothing."
But I knew it would.This changes everything.
I looked at Mr. Pius, searching for answers. But all I saw was the same intense gaze that had drawn me in.
"Nothing has changed?" I repeated, trying to keep my voice steady. "How can you say that? We just...we just kissed."
Mr. Pius shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "So what if we did? It's not the end of the world, Peri."
I felt a surge of frustration. Didn't he understand the implications? Didn't he care?
"You're my employer," I said again, trying to drill it into his head. "And I'm just your nanny. This is a power imbalance, Mr. Pius. It's not right."
Mr. Pius sighed, his expression softening. "Peri, I know you're worried about this. But I promise you, I'm not going to take advantage of you. I care about you deeply."
I felt a flutter in my chest at his words. No one had ever said that to me before.
I looked away, trying to process my emotions. No one had ever said they cared about me deeply before. It was a strange and wonderful feeling.
But I couldn't let my emotions cloud my judgment. I had to remember that Mr. Pius was still my employer, and that this was still a power imbalance.
"I appreciate your words, Mr. Pius," I said finally, trying to sound calm. "But I still don't think this is a good idea. We need to maintain a professional relationship."
Mr. Pius nodded, his expression understanding. "I know, Peri. And I respect your boundaries.
"It owk peri you can just sit with me till Sheyla returns ."
I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. Relief that Mr. Pius was respecting my boundaries, and disappointment that our moment of intimacy was over.
I sat down next to him on the couch, trying to maintain a professional distance. But as we sat there in silence, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and ease with him.
After a while, Mr. Pius broke the silence. "Peri, can I ask you something?" he said, his voice low and gentle.
I turned to him, curious. "Of course, Mr. Pius."
"What made you decide to become a nanny?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with interest.
I smiled, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over me. "I've always loved working with children," I said. "I used to babysit for my neighbors when I was younger, and I just fell in love with it."
Can I ask a question too? I asked eyes searching
Her mum,Sheyla’s?
"She died while birthing her." he said
"I am so sorry about that sir" I said in concern
"Oh,it owk it been 9years already."
The rest of the time we spent quiet and reflecting on our life’s until sheyla returned.
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