One Meeting the Father

Marilynn walked to the kitchen, passing her boss' room. The children were sleeping as she quietly tiptoed into the kitchen, wincing at the extremely cold tile.

She froze when she noticed a man, tall and handsome standing there, sipping out of the orange juice jug. He was big, muscular, and broad. Like any other rich man. His hair was a messy mop of black on top of his head and he was shirtless with only a pair of pajama pants hanging dangerously low on his hips.

"Um... Hello?" Marilynn said in a questioning tone. She straightened up and crossed her arms over her chest to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra under her tank top. "Who are you?"

The man slowly pulled the bottle away from his lips and used the back of his hand to wipe whatever was left on his mouth with his brows raised before looking at her.

He looked strong, sexy, and very very VERY dominating. Until he opened his mouth. "I'm the owner of this apartment. Who the fuck are you?"

Marilynn flinched at his tone and looked back at him, smothering her fear. "I'm the nanny."

The man drew his eyes from hers and lowered his gaze, studying the rest of her body. When he finished, he stuffed the orange juice container back into the fridge. "Well, as you can see, NONE of them are awake, so you are not needed until they are."

What the fuck? Marilynn thought, taking a step back. Her mouth was wide open along with her eyes. "I came in here to make breakfast. Like I did yesterday."

He raised a brow. "Is that so?"

"Yes. Your WIFE allows it," Marilynn snapped, fighting to keep her gaze locked onto his hazel eyes.

He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest before he said, "My wife allows MANY things that I don't know about. For example, YOU. A nanny. And then that NANNY making breakfast at 8:00 in the morning. My children don't even get up at-"

"Daddy?" Michelle's little voice croaked out as she and her brother's stumbled into the kitchen. "Daddy!"

The children all gasped and sprang up to hug him.

His oldest, Chad, pulled back first and ran over to Marilynn. "I see you've met Marilynn, Dad! She's a pretty thing, isn't she?"

Their father raised his brows as he locked eyes with the young woman. "She is, son. Where did you all dig her up at?"

Marilynn hoped that was a saying and not an insult. For she REALLY didn't want to get her hands dirty trying to bury this hunk of a nasty man alive.

"Mom needed help with us since you're always gone! She had a friend who had a cousin who was looking for a job and LOVED children. This is her!" explained, the middle child, Pierce, grabbing one of Marilynn's hands with one of his.

"I see," their father said, still staring into Marilynn's eyes with a smirk. "Well, Marilynn, I'm Tanner Kirshné. Their father."

Marilynn took a cautious step back, but disguised it as a pose of confidence as she tilted up her chin. "Marilynn Thompson. Their nanny."

Tanner's smirk became devious as his head leaned down, causing his eyes to look at her under hooded lids. "Well, nanny. Make breakfast. Now."

Marilynn clenched her teeth to keep back a smart-ass comment as she slipped around the island. For an expensive house, the kitchen space was built for only a few people, making them brush against each other as she scavenged the ingredients for waffles.

Once the food was all made, she served the three children with a happy smile. They didn't wait to scarf down their food.

"Ooh! What smells so good?" Marla asked, walking in with a big grin. She was wearing a thin nightgown that the children SHOULDN'T be seeing their mother in.

But Marilynn gave her a smile and tossed some square cakes onto a plate and slid them down the island towards her. "Waffles."

"Mmm," Marla hummed, breathing in the scent of the waffles. "They smell amazing!"

With a mouthful of food, Chad slammed his hand onto the counter, eyes wide with excitement, as he said, "Are we still going to Loo-Laa Land?"

Tanner grimaced at his last words. "Since when are we going to Loo-Laa Land?"

"When Mari said that us rugrats and go with HER!" Michelle squealed, still shoveling the waffles into her mouth.

Tanner spun around to face Marilynn. "YOU are taking THEM to Loo-Laa Land?" He asked. When Marilynn nodded with a smile, he shook his head. "No. No. I will not allow it."

The children all let out a sound of disappointment, and sighed.

Pierce stood up with an angry look. "When you're not here, we can't have fun. And when you're here, YOU won't even ALLOW fun! You are the worst dad ever!" Then the boy stomped off.

"Pierce!" Tanner called, hazel eyes wide. But the boy was gone.

Marla was now glaring daggers at her husband with her arms crossed. "What is so bad about the NANNY taking the CHILDREN to Loo-Laa Land? It's an amusement park for CHILDREN!"

"It's filthy, Marla!" Tanner shouted, throwing his arms up into the air. "My children aren't filthy roaches! They need to go to a place cleaner, less unhealthy, and more educational!"

"Yes," Marilynn butted in, anger bubbling inside of her chest. "Because I am a roach. I am not educational, nor healthy for your children! I am the nanny! I am taking them to Loo-Laa Land and you can kiss my ass good-bye as I leave!"

Marla gave a look of approval as Marilynn stomped over to the hall to her room. "Children, get ready! We're leaving in ten minutes!"