me I should get a full-time nanny so I could focus on my surfing, and I’d asked an agency to send candidates to the house. I must have forgotten there was an appointment now.
I pulled the door open with my left hand while cupping the phone to my shoulder, not needing Les to get any deeper into my business. “Damn,” I said when I saw the latest candidate on my doorstep.
“Excuse me?” she asked, startled at my rudeness, but I couldn’t help it. She was stunning. A total ten in a tight little black suit, her long brown grabbable hair pulled over one shoulder, wide Bambi blue eyes that I could drown in. I felt my eyes raking down her gorgeous body before I could stop myself.
“Joel? Joel, are you still there? I don’t have all day,” Les said into the phone, and I pulled myself back to reality.
“Yeah, yes. I’m here. Let me just handle this first,” I said and waved the woman into the house, holding up my finger and mouthing, “I’ll be right back.”
There was no way I was hiring this hottie to be Jackson’s nanny. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of her. But before I let her down easily, I had to settle Les down.
Nicole
I couldn’t believe I was here! Alone in Joel Slater’s living room!
I scanned my surroundings. One wall was all bookshelves with books on everything from surfing to philosophy to mysteries. The ceilings were vaulted, and he had covered another wall with vintage surfboards while the remaining walls were mostly windows. Like him, his furniture was massive, and I sat down on a brown leather sectional couch sprinkled with pillows made out of soft wool in front of a sturdy wooden set of tables and three armchairs.
I was trying so hard to distract myself from just how hot Joel was in person. I had lusted over his photos in magazines, and okay, I’d actually pleasured myself once while looking at a website featuring photos of his abs, but I’m not a perv or anything. I swear! I’d had a pretty mediocre romp in bed with an ex-boyfriend and after he’d fallen asleep, I went to go finish the job myself in the bathroom with a vibrator I kept in there for exactly that kind of situation. I still needed a little inspiration, so I’d done an internet search for “hot guys” or something generic, and the website on Joel popped up.
I felt my panties getting a little wet just thinking about the full body shot of him on the beach in nothing but a pair of swim trunks. The knot in the laces at the top of the trunks had come loose and you could see an extra three inches of skin where the blue fabric had pulled apart, revealing tight, tan, delicious skin with a treasure trail of brown hair leading south to what I now knew was nicknamed “Longboard.” I’d cum so hard and so loudly that the ex-boyfriend woke up and thought I had a man in there with me. We broke up the next day.
Anyway…where was I? Oh, yeah. Exploring Joel Slater’s house. I can’t believe he let me in here, no questions asked. What if I was a stalker? I could definitely consider it. I sat there for another minute, then got up and looked down the hall. There were some amazing black-and-white photos of beaches and massive waves, but none with Joel in them. I’d been in the houses of a few famous people doing stories and they almost always had pictures of themselves everywhere.
I moved farther down the hall to see if it was Joel in the next photo, but it was a different man, staring out at the waves, looking a little wistful, almost sad. By then I was at the end of the hall and I thought I might as well keep snooping. If Joel came back, I’d just tell him I was looking for a bathroom.
The room to my left was a bedroom and I wondered if it was Joel’s, but I couldn’t see much because the curtains were drawn. It had a large bed, tables, wait, is that a nightlight? Weird for a grown man to have in a bedroom.
Then I spotted the crib. This was the baby’s room and he was right there in it! I could just go in there and snap a photo of him for the story. Perfect! But was I really the type