Finding Answers or More Questions?

Something wasn’t right and Thomas knew it. Maybe he was going crazy, maybe Aubrey was slipping him roofies or something, but it didn’t explain how he could sometimes remember and then forget these encounters with her. He had never been roofied before, but he seriously doubted it resulted in desire for the other person. What flashes of memories he could recall with Aubrey, he was just as much a participant as she was.

Aubrey was beautiful, sweet… or so he thought, and he got along well with her. He could understand the attraction, but the idea of him consciously and knowingly fucking her, cheating on Rachel, and doing it in his house, didn’t make sense. He knew people fantasized or had fleeting thoughts, but to take those into action was something else.

Men had porn and Sports Illustrated or Victoria’s Secret magazines and women had trashy romance novels and celebrity crushes, but it was all play and arousal of the mind. It was animal nature to want to fuck for the sake of lust and breeding, but… Thomas shook his head. He had fucked Aubrey, plain and simple. Whether by some strange means or not, he had cheated on his wife.

He didn’t know what Aubrey’s plan was or why she tried to hide the evidence of their tryst, but maybe she intended to **** him. Hopefully that was it and she wasn’t some crazy, obsessed stalker like in that movie with Glenn Close. Either way, something wasn’t right and despite knowing there was a better, more rational plan Thomas found himself driving to the local office of the ‘Forever Hearts’ nanny service. He had to know more about Aubrey. Did she have a criminal record, a spotty past, past complaints from others? He didn’t know what answers he would get, but something compelled him to go there before he went back to the beach house to face Rachel.

It was a long, strange drive, and Thomas did his best to drown out his thoughts with the radio, but if anything, driving alone was a lightning rod for thoughts and self-reflection and all he could do was piece together the memories from the last several weeks and feel more and more sick to his stomach.

Thomas pulled into the parking lot of the little business strip center and gathered himself before he went inside. He wasn’t really sure what he was going to say or ask, but he needed to know more about Aubrey before his next step, if anything, for the safety of his family, just in case.

The girl at the front desk was pleasant and sweet as she greeted him with a smile. She was young and attractive, much like Aubrey, but that was nothing unusual as it was common for a business to put someone attractive out front as the “face” of the company for visitors.

“Is there a manager or superior I can talk to… about my nanny?” Thomas asked.

“Oh no, is there something wrong?” the young blonde asked with business-like sincerity in her voice..

“No, no I just…” Thomas tried to come up with a lie, but nothing was coming to mind. “I just need to ask a few questions and get some insights, but I’d feel more comfortable with her superior if that’s okay.”

The girl smiled, though he could sense her hesitation at granting his request as she asked for his information. He was being that guy, the person who wanted to speak to a manager, but this was more than just another Karen complaint.

She asked him to have a seat and wait as she picked up the phone and punched in a few numbers. Thomas was nervous as he sat down, still trying to figure out what he was going to say or ask. He wasn’t sure if telling the truth would be good or bad. Would they try to spin it like he had come onto her or **** himself onto Aubrey? That would be a mess in itself. Would they try to hide it for the sake of their own reputation? He wasn’t sure. He just knew he had to…

“Mr. Weston?”

Thomas snapped out of his swirl of thoughts as he looked up at the older redheaded woman standing a few feet away. She was smartly dressed and it reminded him of Rachel. This woman was put together, confident, and in any other circumstance, sexy. Her dress was form-fitting and low-cut, but still professional.

He stood and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants before shaking hers.

“Yes. Hi. I’m sorry to bother you, but I was hoping to talk to you about my nanny?”

“Of course. Follow me to my office.” The woman turned and started walking. As she passed the receptionist she gave her a look and a nod. The young blonde smiled at her and then at him. “I’m Helen by the way,” she said with only a slight look over her shoulder.

“Nice to meet you, Helen.”

Thomas followed her down a short hall and around a few corners. The building seemed bigger on the inside than its outward appearance, but he was able to keep up with Helen’s quick pace. As nervous as he was, he couldn’t help but let his gaze fall onto Helen’s hips and ass as they swayed to and fro as she glided down the twisting hallway in front of him.

‘Shit, Thomas. Get it together,’ he scolded himself.

As they entered her office he pulled himself together as she offered one of the two chairs situated in front of her desk. He then watched as she gracefully moved around the desk and settled into her more luxurious plush chair.

“So what can I help you with Mr. Weston?”

“I’m not sure where to begin, but I was wondering if I could get a little more information about our nanny… Aubrey Durrant?”

“Is everything okay?”

“It’s just. There have been a few weird... occurrences and well…”

“Weird how? Something to do with Lucy or Nathan? Or maybe with Rachel?” Thomas was a little surprised that Helen knew his kids’ names and Rachel’s. “It’s okay Mr. Weston. I pulled up your file when I heard you were here. So, tell me, what’s going on?”

“I think…” Thomas paused, not sure how to continue. “I think we need to term… end our contract. Aubrey has been great with the kids, but circumstances have changed and…”

“Mr. Weston,” Helen said with a pause. She then clasped her hands together and leaned forward, causing more of her cleavage to be on display, and in Thomas’ current mindset, seeing more of Helen’s soft pink flesh was not a welcome sight. “My job here is to make sure you and your family are properly taken care of and if there’s something wrong with Aubrey or how she is performing her services I need to know. This is not only for her future clients, but also for this company’s future clients if there are reasons to let her go.”

“No!” Thomas blurted out. “No, there’s no need to let her go, it’s just… I…”

There was a moment of silence between him before she gave him a long, hard look.

“You fucked her.”

Thomas nearly choked on the dryness in his throat as he heard the words leave the older woman’s mouth.

“Wha…?”

“It’s okay, Mr. Weston,” she said as she leaned back into her chair. “Believe me, you wouldn’t be the first parent that came into my office with such a ‘complaint’... if you will.”

“I…”

“It’s rare, but it does happen from time to time, though mainly with the mothers, but sometimes we’ll get a father or two. Tell me Mr. Weston, are you unsatisfied with Aubrey’s performance?”

“Satisfied?”

“Yes. Would you prefer someone else who looked more like your wife or... less? Is there something that Aubrey can do to improve your satisfaction? Bondage? Roleplay? Something else? She IS one of our best.”

Helen continued to look at him as if this were no big deal at all.

“Are you fucking joking?” Thomas was still in shock. “Is this part of your business… some sort of scam or ****?”

“I assure you Mr. Weston, there is no scam here and any activity you’ve engaged in with our nanny has been with your consent, albeit without the… how do I say this? The restrictions of whatever your beliefs are regarding monogamy or faithfulness to your wife.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Thomas was feeling confused and upset. He stood up as his body felt warm and uneasy.

“Please sit down Mr. Weston.”

“Sit down?!” Thomas paced around Helen’s office. “You’re… this place, I…”

“Have. A. Seat.” Thomas plopped back down in the chair as his mind raced. “Thomas, look at me.” He looked up at her, met her gaze, and for the first time noticed the hazel green eyes staring back at him. “I know you’re feeling confused right now, but I assure you, this is for everyone’s benefit. Yes, Aubrey is your nanny and her main role is to take care of your children, but she’s also there for you and Rachel.”

“But… how… what does that even…”

Helen held up her hand and Thomas stopped. “Thomas, go home to your family. Let all of this just roll off your shoulders. Your contract is almost up and while I’m sad to see you dealing with this hurdle in your experience, this is for the best. You need to stop fighting it and embrace it. You and your family will be better for having had this experience. And if there's a need for more time with Aubrey, then we can arrange that as well.”

“No. I can’t.”

Helen cocked her head to the side and gave him a look before she resumed her previous calm and commanding stare. “Mr. Weston, I assure you, you can. Rachel had difficulty coming to terms with this as well, but I’m telling you like I told her last week, it’s going to be okay. Let the worry and guilt fall away like leaves from the trees in Winter.”

“Wait. You spoke to Rachel?”

“Go home Mr. Weston.” she said with a smile. “You’re almost there.”