Scene #9
Emma decided that she needed to get a few things straight with
her boss. Wiping the baby’s mouth with a wash cloth, she looked up
at Ian as he stood to take his dishes to the sink.
“Ian. Could
I speak with you privately? She asked.
Ian’s eyebrows shot up
quizzingly, “Sure. In my den?”
“Let me settle Mikey and Katy
down for the night and do the dishes, first.”
“Tell you what,
Katy and I will give Mikey his bath, then, lay him in his crib,
while you start the dishes and finish cleaning up here. After he’s
out, I’ll put Katy down. I’ll see you in one hour in my den,”
checking his watch as he offered to help.
“Okay, one hour.”
Emma agreed as Ian picked the baby from his high chair and ushered
Katy toward her room.
Later, Emma approached Ian’s den, she
wiped her sweaty palms on the thighs of her jeans. She knocked
twice and walked in with a determined tilt of her chin. Ian was
sitting behind his desk with his feet on the tabletop. “Come on in
and have a seat.” He directed her, with a wave of his hand to the
chair in front of him. She noticed his changed shirt, Mikey must of
have splashed him, she fleetingly thought.
“We need to talk
about the incident in the kitchen this afternoon,” Emma said with
false bravado. Ian dropped his feet and surged forward in his seat,
his face red as he choked with indignation, biting out through
clutched teeth, “What happened in the kitchen was not an incident!”
Calming himself, Ian breathed in deeply and tilted his head to the
side as he looked at her, his color quickly returning to normal,
blasting her with his ocean blue eyes. “Talk”, he commanded, none
too gently.
Emma press her head to her knees to fight the
dizziness she felt.
“It’s not the end of the world and I’m
sure that I’m not the first guy to feel desire toward his
housekeeper.” Lifting her head and glaring at him, Emma choked out,
“I’m the nanny. I’m supposed to see to Katy’s needs not yours. I
didn’t come here to be a clique and fulfill your fantasies.”
“What if I try fulfilling yours?” Ian stately with a glint in his
eye.
Closing her eyes, Emma took a deep breath and mentally
counted to ten. Opening her eyes, she looked straight into Ian’s
now hazy sapphire eyes, gentled her voice as if speaking to a
child, “Ian I know we can be adult about this.” Pausing after every
other word, as if he were incredible slow, she continue in the same
patronizing tone, “I need your help so that the kitchen incident
doesn’t happen again. That means no touching, especially the
caressing kind. I don’t want to hurt Katy.”
Ian stood up from
his chair and walked around his desk. “And no touching is being
adult.” He said tightly, enunciating each word. “We are attracted
to each other. Don’t deny it! Your body was trembling and only my
finger was touching…No, it was caressing you. Your response to me
was awesome. I was blown away by how you made me feel, I’m still
aroused and I only touched you with my finger!” Lifting and looking
at the guilty appendage, he continued softly, “Imagine how it would
be with us. Hands, mouths, bodies touching, moving, filling each
other,” his voice deep, husky, thick as if his tongue was too heavy
to speak. The look on his face was so sensual that Emma moaned as
her body responded to Ian’s description how their lovemaking would
be. Kneeling in front of her, Ian took her hands. “Our response to
each other is the only adult thing about it. We can be childish and
pretend that we don’t want each other. Or we can be adults and do
something together about it.” Images flashing through his eyes of
just what he wanted to do with her.
Emma’s eyes were as deep as
dark chocolate, when she replied, “I’m not available for this, Ian.
Right now is not a good time for me to be involved with someone.”
“Is it Mikey’s father?”
Emma’s body jerked, but he kept a
tight hold on her as she tried to pull her hands away.
“Your
résumé stated you’re single. I haven’t asked about him. I assumed
he was out of the picture. He is, isn’t he?” Hating himself for
asking, but needing to know, he had to make sure that Emma would be
his.
“I don’t know.”She answered honestly, “I haven’t seen him
for a while.” At least that was the truth, six month is a while,
and “I can’t talk about him or my situation.” She said sadly.
“Can’t or won’t?” Ian asked in an intensely quiet voice. “You’re
right. You’re not ready for a relationship. I need trust from my…”
searching his mind until he settled for the right word, “partner.
When you can trust me, come to me.” Kissing her lightly on the
forehead, Ian fiercely informed her, “But let’s get this straight,
I am not denying my attraction for you. I’m thirty-nine and I don’t
have patience for silly games. I will look, caress, and kiss when
the mood strikes me.” As he was making his claim, he proceeded to
do each one. Ending with a kiss as provocative as it was gentle, he
held her tightly for a moment, then went to his room. Emma gazing
after him and thought, O Emma, my girl, you’re in deep trouble.
