Heir to a Fortune

Grant

Me and Jake were quickly pushed out of the kitchen by Melody. Two minutes, and she was already bossing us around. She seems to be a feisty one alright!

So we went outside, kiddies in tow, to play a little two-on-two. I knew Jake always enjoyed it, since it gave him the oppurtunity to spend a little quality time with the boys, doing manly things.

After a while me and Jake sat down, after lowering the ring a little more to let Lynden and Connor play against each other.
"So tell me Jake," I said, "Since when did you get a pretty young girl to blow up your kitchen?"
 
Selena

I had mixed feelings about this woman who came pushing her way in, taking charge of everything. One the one had I was upset that she was bossing me around and on the other hand I was relieved that she came in and took over cooking the dinner which I had just ruined beyond repair. What a first day. Could I do any worse?

Melody, she said her name was, moved around the kitchen with ease and soon had a dinner on that, while not fancy, looked a bit more edible than my hotdogs that were soon religated to the trash can.

She instructed me on how to make a salad and though I hated doing it, and I wouldnt tell daddy this for the world, I was kind of proud of the end result. I had made food with my own two hands and it even looked like you could eat it.

My pride was a bit deflated at Melody's next words about seeing I had never been in a kitchen before but I couldnt deny the truth of the words. Turning to her I said in a low voice.

"You cant tell anyone! I cant lose this job, I just cant. Not that I wouldnt mind losing it but I have to have it....at least for a little bit. No one can know I dont know how to cook!"

Melody gave me a kind of weird look and said,"Honey, I think you pretty much left no one in doubt about that fact. But, I think that if you are willing to take a few lessons you wouldnt be half bad at this. At least you would be making food these guys could eat without calling 911."

I sank into a chair at the table and put my head in my hands. I didnt want cooking lessons and I didnt want to have to look after kids. I simply wanted to go back home to my old life. Not that that was going to happen.

I sighed and said,"Okay. I'll take the lessons. I guess it wont hurt to know them."

I heard Melody snort and say,"Your welcome."

Looking up at her, I was puzzled. Her tone of voice didnt sound like she ment that.
 
Jake

"Boss pulls me into the office and tells me he'll pay for me to have a nanny, that he's sympathetic and yadda, yadda, yadda. Next thing I know, that gorgeous blonde shows up and seems totally unprepared for the job. I don't know what's going on...what do I do?"
 
Grant

"You want my advice?" I patted him on the shoulder. "Nothing wrong with gorgeous women around man! If the boss says so then just go with it. Not like it's gonna get you fired or anything is it?" He shook his head. "Then it's all good!" I showed him the thumbs up, and he laughed.
 
Jake

"Oh, I'm totally for that, mi amigo," he said. "But, if she's just as much of a hurt as a hinderance...it's not worth it to me. And, I need her to be able to look after my boys."
 
Melody sighed. Selena really didnt understand that the spoiled brat attitude was not going to work. She guessed if that was what she had grown up with all her life she wouldnt know different either.

Coming over and sitting down, Melody made sure to make eye contact with her.

"Listen. I would bet anything you havent delt with kids either, have you. They are a lot of work you know. You have to feed and bathe them not to mention make sure they are safe."

She could see a look of understanding dawn on her face and Melody wondered if her father had given her this job so she would fail. There was something about this that just didnt fit. She would have to talk to her aunt sometime this week.

"Heres the deal," She said to the spoiled heiress,"I have two weeks before I go to school. If you would like a friend, I can come over and kind of help you get used to the routine. Make sure the microwave thing doesnt happen again. I wont do your job but you can use me for advice. Is it a deal?"
 
Selena

I brightened at first at the thought that this girl would take this chore off my hands. Then, when I realized that wasnt what she was saying and I scowled. Then I remembered that scowling causes wrinkles and I forced myself to stop.

Mulling things over in my mind, I saw things happening one of two ways. Either I accepted her offer and had her help and maybe kept the job and my chances of getting back into daddy's good graces. Or I refused, tried to do it on my own and failed miserably. Yes, even I could fail but I was determined it would not happen.

Nodding in a way to let her know that I was in no way admitting I couldnt do the job if I tried, I said.

"Very well. It might be a good idea to get a pointer or two. I mean I take advice from sales people when I buy an ensemble so why not now?"
 
Melody stood up and went to the fridge. Pulling out two bottles of beer, she searched and found an opener and soon had the tops off.

"Okay, may as well start the advice early. Point number one. Drop the 'better than you' attitude. It is not winning you any brownie points and, as of right now, you are the help. You want to keep the job? Dont make your employer feel like you think the job is beneath you."

Handing Selena the bottles of beer, she said,"Point number two. Hot and sweaty men are thirsty. Little things like bringing them something to drink after they have played a round of basketball tends to get into their minds that you are nice to have around."

Checking the dinner, Melody headed towards the door and motioned Selena to follow.

"Point number three. Kids need to wash off before eating. Not that dirt would hurt them but it's kind of a tradition for a kid to be clean at the table. You also have to wash them up after dinner and just before you put them to bed. Yeah, alot of your time will be spent either cleaning the kids or cleaning up after them. Better get used to it now."

With a chuckle, Melody headed out the door and to where the men were sitting watching the boys try to throw the basketball through the hoop.

"Hey, guys," She said as she neared them,"Dinner is almost ready." Looking down at the kids, she said,"And your nanny is ready to get you washed up for dinner. Does spagetti sound good?"
 
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Jake

"Thanks...Melody, right?" he said, accepting the cold beer and drinking in her nice form.
"Come on kids, let's get washed up for dinner, and we'll remember to thank Selena and Melody for cooking for us, won't we?"
Both boys yelled "Thank you!" and ran for the bathroom. Jake followed.
 
Selena

Melody's straightforwardness had taken me aback and it was a minute before I could follow her out, the beer clutched in my hands.

I handed the drinks over to the two men and watched the way Melody acted around the small boys. As it was, I found myself walking smartly behind my new employer, the wind totally knocked out of me as well as a bit of arrogance. Looking back at where Melody stood with the other man (I never did get his name) I was feeling something I hadnt felt before...grateful. I dont know why this woman had come to my rescue but she did. And she made me see myself in a way I never had before. Was this what daddy had intended? If it was he couldnt have just sat me down and told me?

No, if I was honest with myself, something I never really am, he couldnt have. Well, it was up to me to make the best out of a difficult situation. But, now I was more determined than ever to make this job work. Even if it killed me. Which it might very well do.

Closing the front door behind me, I walked to the bathroom where Jake was cleaning up the two little boys. Standing there, I wondered what exactly I was expected to do at that point. Then I noticed that the boys had gotten dirty playing ball and something inside me lit up. Clothes. I could do clothes! I could do clothes standing on my head.

"Hold on. I will get the boys something clean to wear," I said to Jake as I hurried to where I had noticed the boys room. Opening their closets and dressers, I finally found some clothes that were cute despite not being the latest style and hurried out the door, unmindful of the mess I had made to the bedroom while searching for them.

Appearing at the bathroom door again, I noticed that Jake had gotten the boys clean and I handed him the clothes which he begin to put on them without a word to me.

I felt as if I had to say something so I mumbled out an apology. "I'm sorry about the mess in the kitchen. I'm...well, kinda new at this. I'll try and do better next time....." I blushed and turned to leave. I was really, really bad at the apology thing. Maybe that was because I wasnt used to doing it.

Going into the kitchen, I begin to spoon spaghetti and sauce onto plates and add french bread. The salad I put on the table for everyone to serve themselves. Hey, hostess was a job I knew too. Not that I was perfect with this form of it which was evident by the sauce that was now staining my blouse and running over my hands by the time that I was done putting the plates filled with spaghetti on the table.

I was kind of proud of myself as I surveyed the table, hands on hips and unmindful of the sauce I was getting on my skirt. Okay, so it didnt look like those table sets you see in the food and wine magazines but I had done it practically on my own.

I was just congratulating myself when I smelled something that wasnt my perfume. Turning, I looked could tell it came from the kitchen and ran in there to see the sauce that was left in the pan being turned into a black, burnt mess and the water from the noodles in the other pan steaming away while the pasta mess stuck to it. Fortunately I had pulled the garlic bread from the stove before I served it, burning my fingers in the process, because that was when I noticed that none of the things had been turned to off on the stove. I now had black, burnt pans and a kitchen full of smoke.

Before I could do anything, I heard a noise at the kitchen doorway and looked up. There was Jake standing there staring at the mess I had just made of the pots and pans and coughing as the smoke filled the kitchen. Moving fast, he pushed me out of the way and begin to set everything to off and open windows.

The two boys were simply staring at me and I could tell that I had once again screwed up royally. I could feel hot tears begin to form and run down my cheeks and I did the only thing I could think of doing. I broke and ran for my room. It was what I did any other time I had been upset. Usually throwing a fit because I didnt get my way so it was the natural thing for me to do.

This time was different though. This time my tears came because I was failing when I really did want to do good. I knew...I just knew that Jake was going to send me packing and I would have to go home to my father a failure within hours of when he sent me out. That would just put the last nail in my coffin as far as he was concerned.

Throwing myself on my bed, I buried my head into my pillow and just let myself cry. Somewhere deep inside me, the 'prim and proper' heiress part told me what a mess I was with my clothes all rumpled and my hair hanging down from the heat and exertions I had been through today. But for the first time in my life, I didnt care what I looked like. All I cared about is the fact that I had failed miserably.
 
Jake

There came a soft knock at her door. "Selena? May I come in? Are you okay?" His voice was soft, consoling.
 
Selena

I raised my head up and my first instinct was to tell him to go away just like I did daddy when he came knocking on my door. Daddy would then go and I would pout in my room for awhile and then, when I came out, he would be ready to give me anything just to make his little girl happy.

Then I remembered that that didnt work last time with daddy which was the reason that I was here. Also this was NOT daddy but a stranger that I now worked for and who may be ready to throw me out of his house.

"C..Come in," I said, sitting up and trying to keep the sobs from my voice.

Very slowly the door opened and I could see Jake's head poke in and look at me. I looked down at the ground and put my hands in my lap, kind of like a small child who knows they are in trouble.

"I'm sorry," I said, the misery evident in my voice,"I really didnt mean for it to happen. I was trying so hard. I just ...this is my first job and I wanted to do so good..."

I was rambling and I knew it. I was probably making no sense to him.

Finally getting brave enough to look up at him, I said quickly,"Please dont fire me. Melody said she would come over the next couple of weeks and help me get used to the job. I cant afford to loose it. I'll try harder. I promise, I will. Just give me a chance."

Holding my breath, I waited for him to answer, ready to pack my bags back into my junk heap at any second.
 
Jake

His face softened. "You know, I was never any good at dealing with women crying before, and I'm still not good." He entered the room and stood in the doorway.
"Look, Selena, as long as you give an honest effort, that's all anyone asks for in life. I give my best every day at work, and that's what I expect from everyone I come into contact with. That's all, it's very simple.
"I don't know your background, or why my boss felt you would want to do this job - it's a tough job, really - but, you're here, and I hope you make the best of the situation. The kids seem to like you. Both boys asked if you were okay, so..."
He found himself sitting at the edge of the bed. "I hope you'll stay and try, I could use the help."
 
Selena

I looked up at Jake in surprise at his mention of the boys being worried about me.

"They did?," I asked the amazement showing in my voice as I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand. Somehow the fact that the two rugrats liked me made me feel good in a way I never had before. Dare I even say it....even better than a successful day shopping.

My face broke into a smile as he finished speaking. He wasnt going to fire me! I was going to get another chance to show daddy just how good I could survive on my own.

Impulsively, I threw my arms around him in a hug. "Thank you, thank you. You wont regret it....I promise!," I said and then the fact that I was sitting on my bed in my room with my arms about my employer hit me and I sat back quckly, a blush creeping over my cheeks.

"S..Sorry," I said in embarassement,"Got carried away."

My eyes wandered to the door where I could see the two boys looking in and I smiled.

"Dinners getting cold," I said as I quickly got off the bed and moved toward the door,"At least I managed to serve before everything got burnt."

Opening the door, I took both boys by the hand and led them down the hall to the kitchen table and sat them in chairs and highchairs. Thank goodness I knew how to operate one of those since my cousins had come over with their little ones one summer.

Remembering that my cousin had cut up the children's meals for them before they ate, I proceeded to do just that with the spaghetti, making more of a mess on myself than I already had but somewhat proud that I knew to do that much.

I heard a giggle from across the table as I was doing Connor's and looked up to see Lynden looking at me.

"You need a bath," He said with another giggle and looking down, I had to admit I did.
 
"Once dinner is done, maybe we'll go out for ice cream and let Miss Selena clean up with a nice bath," I said. "But only if you guys eat most of your dinner."
They started gulping it down, since ice cream was a rare treat.
"Why would she want a bath," Lynden said through mouthfuls. "Bath are yucky."
"There's a lot of things you think are yucky now that you'll like when you get older, Lyn. Trust me."
My gaze at her hopefully telling her that I was shocked and yet very delighted with the hug I received.
 
Selena

Dinner went by pretty fast with the youthful chatter around mouthfuls of dinner by the boys and Jake. I caught myself simply listening to the way he handled them. It was very apparent that he loved them and that they returned that love.

When dinner was over, Jake was nice enough to help me clean up the kitchen. It took me awhile to scrub out the burnt mess from the pans but I did it even though I was very aware that my manacure would never be the same again. I was determined now to not only show daddy that I could do this but Jake too.

Once he showed me where everything went in the kitchen and it was sparkling like new, he gathered the boys and headed them out the door for the promised treat. It was almost amusing that the whole time we had been doing the kitchen we had had one or the other under our feet, asking when they were going out.

As the door closed behind the three, I felt a tiredness come over me that I had never known before. My muscles ached and I was so tired I didnt care if my makeup was running from the combination of work and crying.

Heading for the bath, I stripped gratefully and poured some bubble bath I had brought with me from home. Letting my hair down, I moved to lower myself gently into the hot water and bubbles, letting out a sigh as the heat worked through my aching muscles.

Laying back, I found myself dozing as I relaxed after what had to be the most stressful day in my whole life.
 
It was a nice walk, enough for me to process some of the things that had happened. She was beautiful, certainly. But there was something...high class....about her. Almost untouchable.
By the time we returned, it was time for a quick story and then along to bed for the boys. I was wiped myself.
I passed the bathroom, and noticed the door closed and the light on. Could she still be in there? Maybe she had fallen asleep, but...what if she hadn't? What if there was an accident? I softly knocked on the door, hoping it was the former.
 
Selena

I was dozing and dreaming and in that dream I was back home in my own room with servants moving about and cleaning it, picking out my outfit to wear that night when I went out on the town as I usually did.

Then I heard a knock on the door and called for whoever it was to come in. When the door answered, it was daddy and he did not look happy at all.

He shooed all the servants from the room and put some luggage down by the side of the bed and an ugly uniform on it and told me that I had to leave and this was all I could take from the house.

I couldnt believe it and I just stared at the items as if I couldnt comprehend they were there. Suddenly daddy begin to shake my shoulder and call to me,"Selena. Selena. Are you alright. Are you okay?"

And then I wasnt in my room anymore. I was in a strange bathroom sitting in cold buble bath water with a stranger's face hanging over me, shaking my shoulder. With a yell, I jumped up, banging my head on his and then slipping back into the bath on the slippery bottom of the tub.

Sputtering and trying to get ahold of my surroundings, I looked up to see Jake holding his head where mine had hit him. I must have hit it rather hard as my head was now throbbing.

Scrambling for a towel, I wrapped it around my still soapy body and got out of the tub, moving his hand to look at the nice lump forming on his forehead.

"I'm sorry," I said. I seemed to be saying that alot lately,"I guess I fell asleep. I didnt know you were back." I bit my lip and probed his forehead with two fingers of one hand while the other held the towel in place, seeing him wince as I did.

"I'm sorry," I said again, not knowing what else to say.
 
My head was spinning from the smack to the forehead, and I felt her cool touch on the lump forming. I winced.
"I'm okay," I said through clenched teeth. "I'm just glad you're okay. When you didn't answer my knock I got worried."
I looked up and noticed she was barely concealed by a towel.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me leave you to finish up in here. I'm going to get some ice for this."
I got up, and the room started spinning. I wobbled to the door and opened it, getting steadier by the second.
 
Selena

"ohhhh," I stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do and then I grabbed my robe and flung it over me, tying the belt as best as I could in my haste.

Going to his side, I slipped my arm around his back and put his arm around my shoulders, helping him into the living room. Good thing I watch TV. Sometimes trivia can come in handy.

Moving him to the couch, I helped him sit down, almost falling into his lap as he did. Hey, I was new to this kind of thing. And moved into the kitchen to look for ice.

Ice. Ice. Okay...no champagne bucket. Where does one keep ice then? Someplace cold. The freezer! My triumph was complete when I saw the trays of ice in the freezer. Taking one out, I looked at it and my moment of triumph died.

How in the hell did I get the ice out of it? I held it upside down and shook it but nothing happened. I looked at it puzzled and then tried something desperate. I smacked it on the counter....hard. And jumped when the ice came flying up to hit me in the cheek. Not to mention one piece slid down the front of my robe. Now that was an experience.

Hopping about and trying to get the piece from its confines between my breasts, I looked at the ice which was now everywhere. I needed something to put it in.

My mind went back to the time that I had sprained my ankle on the tennis courts at the club. They had put ice in a bag so that I could put it on my ankle. Searching the cupboards I finally found some plastic bags in a small cardboard box.

It took me a few moments to figure how to open it but soon I had the melting ice in the bag and was taking it into Jake. Standing over him, I leaned down enough to place the bag of ice on the now colored lump. He paused a moment before taking the bag from my hand and, standing up, I realized that my leaning over him like that had given him more than an ample look down my robe.

Stepping back, I tried to cover the akward moment. "Ummm...is that helping at all?," I said.
 
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Jake

Yes, I had been looking down her robe, not believing that she was allowing me to get this kind of a free show! I could see the trail of what was obviously an ice chip down between her ample breasts. I longed to lean in and lick it up.
"Is this helping?" snapped me out of my reverie.
"Um, yes, it's a little cold, but I'll get used to it...uh, maybe you better let me do it. I'm sure you're wet...uh, I mean, still wet from the bath...oh, geez, I'm sorry."
I looked up at her, hoping she didn't think I was some lowlife pervert. This wasn't going well at all.
 
Selena

I swallowed and closed my robe a little bit more. I could feel a blush creeping over my face as I stood there not knowing what to say.

"Yes, well...its my fault, really. I...I shouldnt have taken a bath when I was so tired. I'll....just go in and finish and go to bed. If you think you will be alright that is."

Jake nodded and winced again as he moved his head and I scooted off to the bathroom and closed the door....locking it this time.

Hopping into the bath, I took a quick shower, washing my hair and the soap from the bubble bath from me. I tried not to but I couldnt get the picture of Jake looking at me like that out of my mind. It made my whole body flush and turn red to know that he was seeing me that way.

"Oh stop it, Selena," I said to myself,"You are making a big deal out of nothing. You just met the man, he is your employer and he probably didnt notice as much as you think he did."

Sighing, I got out of the tub, dried off and put my robe back on. Peeking out the door to make sure the coast was clear, I rushed into my room and shut the door.

The minute I got into my room, a tiredness came over me and the strain of the day made itself felt in every muscle in my body. I sat on the bed and felt my eyes drooping.

I didnt even have the energy to brush my hair or apply all the beauty aides that I usually do at night. I felt my head gravitating towards the pillow and I didnt fight it....I simply wrapped up in the comforter on the bed and fell fast asleep.
 
Jake

After she left, I found that not only the lump onmy forehead had risen. I slipped back into my room and pulled out the latest copy of Penthouse Letters, looking to relieve a little pressure.
Despite the artificially enhanced bodies, I found myself seeing only Selena as I jerked my cock. Soon, ropes of hot cum were jetting onto the strategically placed towel lying on my chest. I groaned with my release, and hoped it wasn't loud. I waited until I calmed down somewhat, put everything away and rolled over, falling fast asleep. Tomorrow was another day as always.
 
Selena

A buzzing sounded in my ears and cut through the dreams I was having of being at the country club and being pampered in every way.

I woke up and stared at the alarm clock bleary eyed. Six AM. What idiot set my clock for the middle of the night?

Looking around, it suddenly came back to me that I was not at home and that it was I who had set the clock last night to get up for my 'job'. Groaning, I lay back in bed and felt my eyes closing again.

Just then I got a good vision of my father cutting up my credit cards and I sat up quckly. Then my mind flashed to Jake looking down my robe and the heat I had felt at him doing that and I blushed.

Getting off the bed quickly, I dressed and put up my hair, applying only a little makeup so that the heat from my work wouldnt ruin the application and heading for the kitchen. Breakfast would be first on things to do.

Standing in the kitchen, I sighed. What was I going to make for breakfast that didnt require cooking skills? I surely didnt need another smoke screen in the kitchen. I had already made a bad enough impression.

Looking through the freezer I found some frozen waffles. The kind you put in the toaster. I knew how to work a toaster and the commercials on TV made them seem easy enough to do.

It took a moment and a couple of burnt waffles to get the hang of it but soon I had a large pile of waffles on a plate. Well, I didnt know how many growing boys ate.

Putting the waffles, butter and syrup on the table, I went to go wake up the boys.
 
Jake

6 a.m.. and the memories of yesterday had not yet faded. I got up and showered quickly, ready to wake the boys for breakfast. I heard Selena up and around, which was a good thing, since she would have the boys today.
I woke the guys up and smelled a bit of smoke coming from the kitchen. I got the guys together and headed for the kitchen, imagining what might be waiting for me.
I was mildly shocked to find a late full of waffles!
"This is great, Selena," I said as the boys hungrily dug in, syrup practically flying as they did.
I wanted to say something about last night, but didn't. Instead I gave her a little wink, grabbed a couple of waffles on a plate, my coffee in a travel thermos and headed for the door.
"Lyn needs to be in kindergarten by 8:30, he'll show you where to walk down with him. He's done at 12, so you two should be back there to walk him home. Have fun with Connor today, and boys...be good for Selena. I don't want any bad reports."
He kissed both boys and bolted from the door, winking at Selena as he left.
 
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