Au Pair

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© 2016 Luna Black

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I was never the girl used to getting attention from guys. That was Veronica; she was the centre of attention and I was okay with it. However, I knew that I wasn't terribly ugly. I attracted some attention from guys – until I spoke, that is. They seemed to leave as soon as they realised how shy I was.

When I finally left that toxic setting and unfurled my crazy-self, guys flocked to me like hungry chickens (or would it be cȯcks...?) So, now that Luca was avoiding me like I was infected with some type of contagious disease – it made me feel weird.

I had been working for him a couple of weeks now and whenever I came in to clean, he would lock himself in the room or avoid me at all costs. It was annoying because all I wanted was to jump his bones.

Last week, he had walked out of the shower in just a towel and I swear I saw angels flying around him. There was no way that a man could be that sexy!

I made it a point to let him know how good he looked in just his towel and that I didn't mind if it happened to "accidentally" slip and reveal all his goods. Luca didn't seem to appreciate my comment because he sighed and left the room.

I would never act out my fantasies without him letting me, but damn, I think he was the first guy to ever deny my sexual advances. If I had feelings for him, I think my ego would be almost non-existent.

"What are you thinking about, Dani-love?" Mrs. Maggie took a seat across from me and drank a bit of her tea.

I looked up at her and smiled, taking a cookie from the plate in front of me and shrugged, "Nothing important."

"It must be important if you have that look in your face," She commented, trying to hide a grin behind her cup.

I sighed, breaking the cookie in half and took a nibble from a piece. "I'm just thinking about how weird my boss is being."

"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow, leaning forward to place her cup on the table. She pulled out a coaster and placed the cup on it before leaning over to grab a cookie from the plate. "Why are you thinking about him?"

I rolled my eyes, biting my bottom lip and shook my head. "I'm not thinking of him that way." She flashed me a cheeky grin. "He's just being really awkward and I don't like it."

"Well," she cleared her throat, "have you done anything to make him feel awkward?"

I pursed my lips, tapping my finger against my chin and shook my head. "No...not that I can think of."

"Dani-love..." she cajoled, grinning.

"Fine," I mumbled, "I have been a little honest with him."

Mrs. Maggie frowned, tilting her head to the side a bit. "Why would he be upset that you're being honest?"

"Well," I bit my bottom lip and mumbled my response against the cookie, "I might have told him that I wouldn't mind sleeping with him because he's so sexy."

She widened her eyes momentarily and then giggled, "Oh, Dani-love, you are something else!"

"What?" I pouted my lip, "Don't guys like it when girls are straightforward with them? I'm just blunt! I don't really have a filter when it comes to him."

She laughed, patting my thigh and said, "Not all men are the same, maybe he doesn't want to tarnish the professional relationship between you two."

I groaned, pouting my lips even more. "If we made a pȯrn movie, we would still be professionals, right?"

"Oh, child!" She laughed, holding her stomach as she giggled until tears were sliding down her cheeks. Mrs. Maggie leaned forward and squeezed my hand gently. "You're a beautiful young lady, I'm sure he just feels intimidated by how upfront you are. Men have always been intimidated by beautiful independent women."

I glanced over at the clock on the wall and sighed. "We'll see, I have to go now and clean. He really shouldn't be intimidated by me because I'm the one that wants to be tied up."

She laughed, shaking her head and stood to give me a small peck on the cheek. "Have a good day! Don't forget to come see me later."

I kissed her cheek, hugging her tightly and said, "Never, Mrs. Maggie!" I waved one more time before locking the door behind me and made the dreaded walk to the bus stop.

Although I hated walking – and pretty much any type of exercise, the weather today was wonderful. The sun wasn't too hot and the occasional wind felt great against my face. I was wearing a pair of ripped jean shorts with black Chuck Taylor's and a black top. My hair was up in a high ponytail and every time I moved, I could feel it brushing against my back.

I held on to my side bag as I walked up Luca's stairs and pulled out his key to open the door. Maybe it was because Luca was just sexy all around, but I always thought he would be a sex god in bed – and the sounds coming from his room proved me right.

I wasn't going to lie and say that I wasn't a little jealous of the girl moaning like crazy in his room, but part of me was a bit proud that he seemed to be hitting all the right spots. The girl was screaming and moaning like crazy!

I bit my bottom lip, trying to hold back a grin and whispered, "You go, Glen Coco!" I hung my bag in the closet and searched for my earbuds to try and drown out her whiny screams.

He was obviously doing a fantastic job, but if I had been in his place, I would have suffocated her with a pillow because she was a really screechy moaner. It sounded terrible. I gave him props for not shutting her up and for also hitting all the right spots.

I walked over to the kitchen, scrolling through my playlist for something loud enough and good enough to listen to, so that I didn't have to hear her terrible banshee moans.

"Oh, god, Luca, right there, baby, right there!" She screamed even louder and I rolled my eyes, raising the volume and sighed.

"¡Coño, nena, pero trata de ser más calladita! ¡Pareces un cerdo en el matadero, dios mío!" I began putting away the clean dishes and tried humming under my breath in my final attempts to ignore the little piglet sleeping with Luca.

I was so focused on ignoring the sounds coming from his room that I didn't realise that I wasn't the only person in the kitchen. I turned around to walk around the apartment and make my round around the house when I let out a little squeal at Luca's presence.

"Holy shït!" I held my hand up to my heart, breathing in deeply. "You gave me a heart attack!" I leaned over the counter, trying to catch my breath and shook my head. "You're like a freaking ghost!"

He raised an eyebrow, grabbing a grape from the bowl of fruit in his hands and said, "Sorry, you didn't hear me calling you, so I figured I'd come to you."

I breathed in deeply, pushing my bangs back behind my ear and said, "What are you doing here?" I pulled an earbud out and paused the music. The piglet was still moaning. Was he watching pȯrn?

"I live here?" He gave me a strange look.

I rolled my eyes. "No shït! I meant, why are you here when that piglet is screaming her head out in the room."

Luca widened his eyes for a second and chuckled slowly. He placed the bowl on the counter and said, "Piglet?"

I nodded. "That's what I said. I don't know how you did it all night."

"I didn't," he sobered up, pinching the bridge of his nose with an annoyed expression on his face.

"Ah," I nodded again, "just this morning?"

"No," he shook his head, "I didn't sleep with that girl. We were, but she's crazy."

I pursed my lips, turning around to put the last plate away and said, "Want me to kick her out?"

Uncertainty flashed across his face momentarily and then he sighed, muttering, "She won't budge; good luck."

Ha, challenge accepted, papisongo.

There was nothing I knew better than making a female uncomfortable – and if she was just moaning for the hell of it, it would piss her off if I went in there naked.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt, to pull it over my head, but Luca choked out, "What are you doing?"

I frowned, turning back to look at him. "Taking my clothes off?"

"I can see that!" He exasperated. "Why are you doing it?!"

I rolled my eyes, cocking my hip to the side and rested my hand on it. "You really need to learn the difference between what and why! Even I know that, and English isn't my first language." I sighed and said, "Don't you want me to get her to leave?"

"Yeah, well," He cleared his throat, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink, "you can do that fully clothed, Daniela."

"Fine," I muttered, rolling my eyes again, "let's do it the boring way." I sighed, breathing in deeply and then stomped over to his bedroom.

Luca followed behind quietly, with his hands shoved in his pockets, he watched me curiously. I shot him a flirty grin before opening the door and widened my eyes at the sight before me.

Piglet was a mess. Her extensions were slipping out and her makeup was smudged so badly it made her look like she had a terrible night, instead of a night full of pleasure. She grinded the air, with her hands above her head and continued moaning Luca's name.

I watched her for a full second and then cleared my throat. It was honestly painful to watch her doing whatever the hell it was she was doing. She almost reminded me of the shitty pȯrn star that ruined my man's video a couple of weeks ago.

Piglet snapped her head in my direction and frowned, stopping mid-moan. "Who are you?"

I smiled, sweetly, right on the verge of psychotic. "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you surpassed your stay and need to leave."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Try and make me, Mexican little whore."

I blinked, my smile freezing on my lips. What the hell did she just call me?! "Excuse me?"

"What?" She laughed, maniacally, "You don't understand English? Go back to your shït country."

I never knew stupidity made me murderous. I gritted my teeth, clenching my fists at my side and fought every nerve in my body so that I wouldn't jump on the bed and drag her down the stairs. "Listen-"

She ignored me, returning to her annoying squeal-moans and grinding the air. That just pissed me off even more.

"Mira, ¡pendeja!" I snarled, "No seas una fücking puta y lárgate antes de que te arrastre por toda esta maldita casa. Te lo juro por dios que si-" I couldn't even finish my sentence because I was so pissed.

My hands were shaking at my sides and all I saw was red. I couldn't even speak in English anymore. It was like my brain went back to English 101 and all I could think of were English curse words.

One second I was cursing her and her entire family out in Spanish and the next, I was charging to drag her down the stairs and ruining her face of a puta.

Strong hands wrapped around my waist and held me back, however. Luca no longer seemed the awkward, shy dude. In fact, it sort of turned me on, if I hadn't been so busy trying to kill the bïtch on his bed, I would've asked him to fück me.

"Adriana, leave my house."

Piglet widened her eyes, eyeing me with the corner of her eyes, the same way I would eye a raging bull charging my way. I was ready to kill her, if Luca would just let me go, I would tear her apart. "What? Luca-"

"Luca nothing," He spat through gritted teeth, "Daniela is my guest and there is no fücking reason for you to speak to her that way. Get the fück out."

"I'll tell my dad-"

"Tell him anything you want," He tightened his grip on my waist as I squirmed against his hold.

"It's going to ruin your partnership."

If it was even possible his grip on me tightened even more, almost painful, but sort of sexy at the same time. Jesus, I need help. Luca snorted, almost heartless and panty-drenching all at once. "Tell him anything you want, Adriana, I'll remind him of our contract and how he tried to damage our partnership by sending his daughter to try and seduce me."

She widened her eyes, blushing and stammered, "W-what, I-"

"Leave."

Piglet huffed, grabbing her stuff from the floor and I glared at her as she walked by me. I bared my teeth at her, resembling a chained dog and she flinched, moving down the hallway quicker.

"¡Dale, pendeja, antes de que te busque y te reviente la cabeza esa de puta que tienes!"

Once she was gone, Luca loosened his grip on my waist and glanced down at me with a concerned glint in his eyes. I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed, "Gringa más cabrona."

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 ¡Coño, nena, pero trata de ser más calladita! ¡Pareces un cerdo en el matadero, dios mío! = Damn, girl try to be a little more quiet! You sound like a pig at the slaughterhouse, my god!

 "¡Mira pendeja! No seas una fücking puta y lárgate antes de que te arrastre por toda esta maldita casa. Te lo juro por dios que si-" = Look, dumbass, don't be a fxcking whore and leave before I drag you through this damn house. I swear to god that if-

 ¡Dale, pendeja, antes de que te busque y te reviente la cabeza esa de puta que tienes!" = Go ahead, bitch, before I get you and burst that head of a whxre that you have (literal translation, haha.) 

 Gringa más cabrona = White girl is a bxtch.

I'm so excited for the upcoming chapters! Luca and Daniela are about to get more comfortable (;

xoxo, Luna

p.s. "la entrometia'" means the nosey girl, but it's actually spelled "entrometida." In Puerto Rican "slang" we leave out some letters, haha, so that's why it's spelled that way.