Now, glancing at her watch again, Mina decided it was time to get going to the Wrights. She had less than twenty minutes to go, and she didn’t want to have to rush on her way there. She checked herself in the mirror. She was wearing her loose-fitting knit sweater, favorite jeans, and gray loafers. The look said professional yet casual, which was exactly how she wanted it to be. She pulled her sweater down and smoothed her hair with her palms.
“I’m ready,” she told herself in the mirror. “Let’s get it on!”
When Mina got to the Wrights ten minutes later, she no longer felt tense and nervous. She took another deep breath to compose herself and forced a smile on her lips.
“You can do it, Mina,” she told herself softly as she made her way to the front door. “You can do it, girl. You’ve babysat before. This job won’t be all different from your previous babysitting stints.” She reached the front door and, with a slightly shaking hand, rang the bell. After two presses, the door swung open to reveal a tall slim blond woman. She was wearing a loose-fitting tee and denim cutoffs. She also had a fashionable pair of eyeglasses on.
“Hi!” the woman said warmly as she opened the door wider. “You must be Mina! I’m Mrs. Wright, but you can call me Samantha.” She held out her hand.
Mina grinned. So far, things were going her way. Mrs. Wright looked like a kind woman. “Hi, Mrs. Wright, I mean, Samantha! I’m Mina Noel,” she gushed in return, and shook Mrs. Wright’s extended hand.
“You’re so beautiful! And you’re tall too!” Mrs. Wright exclaimed. “I won’t be surprised if Steven decides to fall in love with you. He has a thing for beautiful women.” She winked, and ushered Mina inside the house.
Mina stepped in. She was greeted by a large spacious living room that had minimal furniture. The pieces that were in it, though, were elegant and classy, somehow filling in the room’s sparse spaces. Mrs. Wright motioned for Mina to sit on the large leather couch, and the women sat across each other.
“Thanks, Samantha,” Mina said politely. “Speaking of, where’s Steven?” She looked around. “I can’t wait to meet him.”
Mrs. Wright smiled. “You’ll love Steven. He’s a smart, creative kid. He talks nonstop, but you’ll like him. He isn’t around, though. He’s with my parents. They get together on weekends. It’s like their weekly dating session.”
Mina laughed. “Too bad I won’t get to meet him,” she said. “He sounds like a nice guy.”
“Oh, he is,” Mrs. Wright agreed. “There isn’t really much to tell you about your job. I mean, since you’ve tried babysitting before and all that.” She waved her hand around. “I just wanted to meet you, see what you’re like, get a good gut feel of you. You know that, right?” She stared fixedly at Mina. “We’ve had a couple of babysitters who didn’t… well, let’s just say they did things differently.”
“I understand, Mrs. Wright,” Mina assured her. “I’d do the same if I were in your shoes.”
Mrs. Wright smiled. “That’s good to hear. And I told you to call me Samantha, but you seem to be one of those polite kids who can never seem to call older people by their first names.” She chuckled.
Just then someone bounded down the stairs, which was behind Mrs. Wright’s couch. Both women looked as a male figure stepped down the last stair and walked toward them.
Mina eyed the man. This must be Mr. Wright, she thought. He was tall and had broad shoulders, like those of a football player’s. He had thick dark hair, dark blue eyes, and a defined jaw. He was wearing a shirt and board shorts. Apparently the Wrights were one of those casual couples. This suited Mina just fine. Casual couples weren’t as hard to please as those stiff, professional ones.
“Hi, honey!” Mrs. Wright chirped. “Glad you decided to come down when you did.” She stood up and gave her husband a peck on the cheek. “Steven’s babysitter is here. Her name’s Mina. Mina Noel.”
Mina stood up from the couch and walked over to the couple to shake Mr. Wright’s hand. “Hi, Mr. Wright,” she said. “I’m Mina.” She held out her hand. Mr. Wright took Mina’s hand with both of his hands and shook it firmly. He never took his dark-blue eyes off Mina. “Hello, Mina,” he said. His voice was deep and smooth, and sent shivers up and down Mina’s spine. There was something very seductive about the man’s voice.
Stop it, she told herself. Quit fooling around.
“I’m Hank Wright,” the man continued. His hands were still on Mina’s, so Mina very carefully took her hand away from Mr. Wright’s grip. She could’ve sworn Mr. Wright was flirting with her, although she didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t be flirting with her, not with his wife a mere few steps away.
But it seemed Mrs. Wright was oblivious to what was going on between her husband and babysitter. She went on smiling, seeming not to care that her husband almost didn’t want to let go of Mina’s hand. “Well, now you’ve met,” she said cheerfully. She glanced at the watch on her wrist. “Steven won’t be home in an hour or two.” She glanced back up at Mina. “If you still want to meet him, you can hang around until my folks bring him home.”
“Yes, that’s a great idea,” Mr. Wright agreed. His eyes were still on Mina. Mina, on the other hand, was starting to feel self-conscious. She was used to people staring at her longer than what was deemed necessary, but there was something in Mr. Wright’s stare that made her feel uncomfortable. If someone told her Mr. Wright was undressing her inside his head, she would believe it in an instant.
But instead of appalling her, the notion of Mr. Wright undressing her mentally made Mina feel excited. The discomfort was still there, but beneath the discomfort was a hidden pool of excitement, of a sense of adventure.
An image formed in her mind: She and Mr. Wright were tangled in each other’s arms. They were fully clothed, but Mr. Wright was running his huge hands all over Mina’s body. Mina’s back was arched, erect. Her head was tossed back, and her long blond hair flew out behind her. Mr. Wright’s hand was caressing her breasts over her sweater while his other hand was rubbing her crotch through the thick fabric of her jeans. Mina’s arms were around Mr. Wright’s neck, and she was moving her hips against Mr. Wright’s solid figure. Then Mr. Wright leaned closer, flicked his tongue out, and ran it down Mina’s slender throat. Mina moaned, and Mr. Wright’s tongue went into motion again. The hands grasping her breasts and her crotch moved faster and faster, and Mina pumped her hips more rapidly against Mr. Wright.
The mental image aroused Mina. The mound between her legs became sticky in no time. She was about to reach for her private space down there when Mrs. Wright’s voice broke through her thoughts, snapping her out of her reverie.
“Mina?” Mrs. Wright was saying.
Mina snapped out of her thoughts. She was horrified. She couldn’t believe she was about to touch herself-and in front of her employers, at that! She felt a blush creep through her cheeks. So much for making an excellent impression.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mrs. Wright,” Mina apologized profusely. “I was just, um, something just came into mind, see. What was it you were telling me?”
She risked a look at Mr. Wright and was shocked to see he was smirking. He was smirking right at her, as if he knew what she had been thinking a few moments ago. It was like he was thinking the same thing! Mina couldn’t believe it. No, Mr. Wright couldn’t possibly know. He wasn’t psychic or anything. Besides, maybe he was just laughing at her for drifting off to space and being caught red-handed by Mrs. Wright.
“That’s all right, dear,” Mrs. Wright assured Mina. “As I was saying, I think I’ll go down the supermarket and grab some pizza and soda. We could hang out here, spend some time getting to know each other and stuff.” She studied Mina. “Unless you have something already planned, of course.”