I’m Aria, a 25-year-old babysitter, and today was just another night until the door opened and Mr. Doe walked in. The moment he crossed the threshold, my plan was set in motion. I had been thinking about him all week.
As soon as he appeared, I could see the weariness in his eyes. He had no idea what awaited him. I was dressed in my usual “babysitter” attire—a skirt and a blouse—but I made sure to add a touch of allure, knowing he would notice.
“Hi Aria, how was everything?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Everything was fine,” I replied, my voice laced with a hint of seduction.
As he walked into the living room, I made sure to bend over and straighten a cushion, giving him a perfect view of my curves. From the corner of my eye, I could see him pause, his eyes lingering on me.
When he turned to put his briefcase down, I stepped closer, my hand gently touching his arm. “Aren’t you going to say hello properly?” I whispered, my lips near his ear.
He turned to me, a flicker of surprise and desire in his eyes. “Aria,” he began, but I cut him off with a kiss. His initial hesitation melted away, and he pulled me closer, his hands exploring my body.
I led him to the couch, my lips never leaving his. He was completely under my spell, and I could feel his desire growing with every touch. As we sank onto the couch, I straddled him, my hands running through his hair, pulling him deeper into our kiss.
He moaned against my lips as I unbuttoned his shirt, his hands gripping my waist. I knew I had him, and I was going to make sure he never forgot this night. Being a babysitter had its perks, especially when the father was as irresistible as Mr. Doe. And tonight, I was going to show him how much.
