It was a sultry summer evening, and the only sound piercing through the air was the rustling of trees. Emma was perched atop the plush armchair in her employer’s living room, waiting for him to return from his work in the city. She all the time apprehended the murky atmosphere of the cavernous mansion once darkness enveloped the estate.
Emma had been working for the enigmatic, wealthy businessman for a couple of months now, tending to his son and his house during the day when he was away. She spent most of her evenings lounging in his living room, reading books or listening to music, waiting for her employer to arrive.
She had never met him in person, not yet. All her interactions with him had been done over the phone, and he was all the time in a hurry to end their conversation, which only augmented her curiosity about him. There was something about him that piqued her interest, and it wasn’t just his opulence and success.
Emma had all the time been intrigued by her employer’s reputation as a womanizer and the way his name had echoed through the grapevine in the upper echelons of society. Emma was not immune to his allure, and her clandestine desire for him had been growing since the day she had seen his picture. Despite the fact that she had never laid eyes on him, she was enraptured by his enigmatic aura and distinguished poise.
As the clock ticked by, Emma’s eyelids began to droop, and she leaned back into the spongy chair, thinking about her employer. She was roused from her reverie by the sound of footsteps outside the door, and she scrambled to her feet, smoothing out her tattered shorts and ruffled hair.
The door creaked open, and he walked in, his face obscured by the shadows. “Good evening, Emma,” he said in a deep, suave voice that sent shivers down her spine.
“Good evening, Mr. Blackwood,” she replied, trying to steady her voice. She couldn’t make out much of his features except for his physique, which was tall and well-built, and his captivating musk, which made her heart flutter.
“I hope you didn’t wait too long for me,” he said, taking off his coat and walking towards the bar.
Emma shook her head, trying to make sense of her swirling emotions. “I’m used to it. I prefer the silence.” She heard the clink of glasses as he began to pour himself a drink. Emma admired him from the corner of her eye as he sipped the scotch and walked over to his desk, turning on a lamp.
“What are you reading tonight, Emma?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder.
She held up the book, a dog-eared copy of Wuthering Heights. “I’m finishing this one. It’s one of my favorites, do you like it?”
He shrugged, taking a seat at his desk. “I’m more of a business and finance guy. I don’t have much time for leisurely reading these days.”
Emma nodded, making a mental note to discuss books with him in the future. “Maybe I can recommend something for you to read?”
He smiled, and Emma felt a jolt to the pit of her stomach. “I think I would enjoy that,” he said, his eyes fixed on her.
They lapsed into silence for a few moments, and Emma stole a few glances at him, watching the way he moved and acted. She became more aware of his virile presence, his muscular frame, and how his shirt pressed his biceps when he reached for a pen.
Sensing her eyes upon him, he looked up and locked gaze with her. His lips curled into a crooked smile, and Emma knew that they weren’t as far aside as she had wondered.
“Emma, is everything okay?” he asked, addressing her with an intimate tone.
She realized that she was staring, and she bowed her head, feeling a warmth creeping up her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Mr. Blackwood, I didn’t mean to-“
“Please, call me Grayson,” he interrupted, his gaze unrelenting.
Emma looked up at him, barely able to control her breath as she said his name. “Grayson?”
He nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “I prefer it when people get comfortable with me.”
Emma thought what he meant by that, but she didn’t pursue it. Instead, she reclined back into the chair, finding a comfortable position for her head on its back.
Grayson shifted in his seat, leaning back too, and Emma could feel his eyes on her. The air became heavy with tension, and Emma quickly became aware of the ambiguity of their situation. They were alone in his mansion, both of them awake when common sense suggested they should be asleep.
The only sound she could hear was the hum of the air conditioner and the rustle of leaves outside as they swayed in the wind. Then, out of nowhere, Grayson broke the silence. “I think we need to talk, Emma.”
Emma looked at him, her heart racing, unsure of what he meant.
“I don’t think we should just be babysitter and employer anymore. I think we should be more, Emma,” Grayson said, his eyes dark with desire.
Emma’s heart raced, and a moment of hesitation passed between them as she tried to process the meaning of his words. Finally, she spoke. “Grayson, I’ve been feeling the same way since I started working for you.”
Grayson chuckled and leaned in closer to her. “Do you know how hard I’ve been trying to resist you, Emma? You’re a beautiful woman, and I’m weak for you.”
Emma’s heart skipped a beat, and she leaned in too, meeting his eyes with equal passion. “I’ve been dreaming about your touch, Grayson. I want to feel your hands on my skin.”
He lifted his arm and brushed a strand of hair off her face, tracing his fingers down her cheek. “I’ve been waiting for this moment, Emma. I’ve been waiting to take you to the edge of pleasure.”
Emma closed her eyes, relishing the heat of his fingers on her skin. He leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss, a kiss that was tender, yet urgent. His hands roamed over her as they made love in his living room, a moment of forbidden desire they would both remember forever.
From that moment, Emma and Grayson were more than just employer and babysitter. They were two people consumed by a forbidden desire, eager to risk everything to be together.