His Virgin Babysitter

By Paige Warren

Ashley

I’ve wanted Liam Doherty for as long as I can remember, even when he was married. Maybe it was the Irish accent, or maybe it was just his ripped abs. But now he’s a sexy single dad in need of a babysitter. Is it wrong that when I hold that precious baby I imagine that she’s mine and we’re a family?

But what would an Irish hunk want with a college dropout?

Liam

My tongue nearly hit the floor when I opened my front door to the goddess on my porch. And now she’s babysitting for me, and all I can think about is how spectacular she’d look spread across my bed. Watching her with my daughter doesn’t douse my desire even a little. If anything, it just makes me want her more. 

But there’s twenty years between us. Why would a sexy little thing like her want an old man like me?

Stand alone novella, no cliffhanger, no cheating, dual POV.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JCS Books
• Release date: Oct 11, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386734819

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Chapter One

Ashley

My parents had been giving me the silent treatment for the last several days, only deigning to speak to me long enough to bark some orders here and there. They were pissed that I’d dropped out of college, but they didn’t know why I’d dropped out, and I wasn’t about to tell them. If they couldn’t trust my judgment, trust me , then I had nothing more to say to them. My mother had given me an ultimatum. Either return to college, or get a job and move out. Actually, her exact words were: Stop being a waste of space. Either go back to school or get a job and take on some grown-up responsibilities. We’re not your ATM or your free meal ticket. You have one month to get your own place.

Some might think she was being harsh, but after what my brother had put them through, I couldn’t really blame her. Rob had refused to go to college, gotten a part-time, minimum wage job that he used to buy booze and drugs, and had partied until he was twenty-four. By that time, my parents had had enough and kicked him out. It hadn’t worked out quite as they’d thought it would though. No one had heard from him since, and we had no idea where he was living, or if he was even still in town. I’d tried to call, but my parents had cut off his cell phone.

I heard Mom in the kitchen and made my way down there, wondering if she needed any help with dinner. If there was one thing I loved above all else, it was cooking. I’d asked to go to culinary school, but they’d refused to pay for it. At the time, I hadn’t understood about school loans or financial aid. My parents had taken care of everything when I went off to Berkeley. They hadn’t covered things like that in my high school classes. For that matter, I was twenty-one and still didn’t know how to balance a checkbook, or pay bills. Mom had sent a prepaid Visa every month to cover extra expenses, and since I’d never had a job... Yeah, I was pathetic.

Mom was unloading groceries and putting things away when I stepped into our brightly lit kitchen. The sun was setting and the rays were shining through the bank of windows over the sink. It was one of the features of the room I loved. Not many people had a four-foot wide window in their kitchen. I’d always hoped, when I had a home of my own, it would have something similar, since the kitchen was my favorite room.

Need some help? I asked.

She frowned as she scanned me from head to toe. Since I’d been home all day, I had on my standard short shorts and tank, but I could see the disapproval clearly stamped on her face. In some ways, I could understand her. She wanted a successful daughter she could brag about, and she didn’t want to worry that I’d end up like my brother. But as a young woman, trying to figure out her future, I wished she’d back the hell off and give me some space. Not that I would ever dare tell her that. My mom might seem mild mannered to some, but she had a wicked temper.

You need to shower and change, she said.

To help unload groceries?

You have a job tonight, and if it goes well, it could be permanent.

I sighed, not sure if I should admit defeat or gear up for a major fight. I was pissed that she’d set up a job for me without asking, but the thought of having some money of my own was appealing. If the job didn’t work out, I could always quit.

What kind of job requires me to shower and dress close to dinnertime? I asked.

Mr. Doherty needs someone to watch his daughter while he attends a fireman’s function tonight. If things go well, he’ll hire you full-time to watch Caitlin.

I frowned, not remembering the sexy firefighter next door having a kid. I hadn’t been home much the last three years, so Caitlin must be pretty young. Before college, my favorite pastime had been looking out of the window whenever Mr. Doherty was swimming laps in his pool. He was seriously ripped, even though he had to be around forty. I’d envied his perfect wife and wondered what it would be like to be married to someone like him. I couldn’t deny that almost every fantasy I’d ever had involved Mr. Doherty.

Mrs. Doherty is going with him? I asked.

Oh, they aren’t together anymore. She up and moved to Australia with some young male model about three months ago, leaving poor Mr. Doherty with their one week old daughter.

What a witch! But the bonus was that Mr. Sexy Fireman was single. The babysitting gig was sounding better and better. I knew he had to be close to my parents’ age, but damn, the man aged well. Even if he never looked at me as more than the pesky girl from next door, I could at least bask in his presence and fantasize that his daughter was our daughter. I loved babies and couldn’t wait to meet Caitlin.

What time is he expecting me? I asked, wondering if I had time to not just shower, but fix my hair and put on some make-up. I looked at my chipped nail polish and added a manicure to the list.

You have to be there in two hours.

Plenty of time.

Thanks, Mom. I kissed her cheek. I’ll try to get there a few minutes early so he isn’t late for his meeting.

Mom looked surprised but quickly dismissed me in favor of arranging the fruit in a bowl on the counter. I