Her clothes

"Those clothes of yours," I explain sternly. "Don't you realize what kind of ideas you're giving the kids you're babysitting if you're dressed like that?"

"I don't think they mind," Mikaela bites her lip and grins, looking down at her chest and even flashing her pale cleavage at me just to provoke me further.

"Just stop that!" I snap, trying to sound calm and unaffected by the beautiful view. "You better button that shirt right away, young lady."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cox," Mikaela pouts, showing off even more cleavage when she pulls the unbuttoned blouse open and toward me. " There seems to be some buttons missing from my shirt, but if it offends you I guess I could take it off instead...?"

"Dammit, white girl...!" I am seriously annoyed by her attitude, which reminds me of my bitchy stepdaughter, but enticed by her tight pale young body...