His Virgin Babysitter(8)

By: Lila Younger

“It’s been a long twenty-four hours,” he says, rubbing his neck. “She refused to take off the princess dress.”

I give him a reassuring smile. We’re on a topic I know a lot about, kids, and that calms down my nerves.

“I don’t think a night in a ball gown will hurt her any,” I say. “Did she sleep okay at least?”

“Like a log,” he says. “Although it took her a little bit to get used to the silence. She says there’s usually music and all sorts of noise. I feel fucking terrible. I can’t imagine what sort of environment she’s been living in.”

“Her mother hasn’t called at all?”

“No,” Carter says with a grimace. “But that’s fine. The more I learn about what Luna’s life has been like, the more resolved I am to get custody of her.”

“It’s going to be tough with a four year old kid,” I say softly. “And she still hasn’t processed losing her mom. That will come later.”

Luna seemed like a wonderful little girl, but kids have delayed reactions to things sometimes, and it can really make them act out. They just don’t have the words to put to their thoughts and feelings and it can overwhelm them. I hope Carter knows that. It’s going to turn his life upside down to have a well-adjusted kid around, much less a little one from a troubled home.

“Yes, I’ve been doing some reading. I couldn’t sleep last night either. I’m hoping that having you here can ease that transition,” he says.

“Of course. Anything for Luna. She’s adorable.”

Carter flashes me a smile that makes my face flush, my body perking up at his presence. He puts a hand on my shoulder, and my legs turn to jello. I’m surprised I haven’t crumpled onto the floor in a puddle. What is going on with me? I’m never this way. Never. Not even when I got paired up with Jordan the star quarterback for science lab.

“Thank you Jade. I know I can count on you,” he says.

“Uh huh,” I say faintly.

This is embarassing. Why couldn’t I get a hold of myself? I’m practically throwing myself at Carter. I guess until now I’ve never met a real man, one who wasn’t all pimply and juvenile. No, Carter exuded confidence and raw power, and my body’s response to it was really quite natural. I just wish it wasn’t so obvious.

Carter’s eyes darkened, pupils widening for a moment before he stepped back again. I blink, dazed. I must have imagined it. There’s no way that Carter would ever be even remotely interested. I was young and inexperienced, while he looked as handsome as an actor. I had no doubt that women more gorgeous than I were throwing themselves at him on a daily basis.

“I’ll be back tonight then,” he says. “You should have everything you need here, but I did leave the booster seat in the garage in case you want to take Luna somewhere. I’m hoping to be back by six, maybe seven. I’ll bring dinner too.”

And with that he turns away, leaving me feeling all out of sorts. Work. You’re at work Jade, so act like it, I scold. With that I hurried to the kitchen. At least I know what to do with a four year old girl. Having done so much babysitting for my parents, I have no shortage of fun activities in mind. And hopefully that will keep her mind off of her missing mother.


Once I start watching Luna, her sexy father moves to the back of my mind. I’m a natural with kids, and I just love taking care of them. Luna definitely needs caring too. The things she tells me as we spend the day together is positively heartbreaking. She doesn’t realize it of course, because it’s all she’s ever known, but as the adult, I’m very aware that her childhood so far is not normal. For one thing, I’m pretty sure that her mom’s sleeping with a drug dealer, and neglects Luna on a regular basis to get high. I mean, the kid seemed to think that food comes from a microwave only. She was shocked to see a fridge filled with all sorts of food and such, and even more so when I made her a grilled cheese. I mean, what kind of kid doesn’t know what grilled cheese is?!

And you should have seen her expression when I allowed her to decide what we’d do together. Clearly her mother has never played anything with her nor let her do much of anything. It’s just heartbreaking to hear about. I want to help her somehow, but I’m not sure what I can do, or what I am allowed to do. After all, it’s not like she’s my daughter. Since I was allowed to take Luna out though, I decide to go to the library with her. The poor girl has never seen a storybook. So of course we borrow tons of them to take home.