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  "Are you looking for another job?" Damien's words flooded the cafe as Joy looked up with a baffled face. "Um, I mean kinda," she mumbled, handing Harry a napkin as he licked his plate. "You are very young, so I am hesitant but Harry seems to like you a lot and a new nanny opportunity opened up full time for him, and if you want it I would give you an interview," he finished and drank the last drops of his coffee. Joy sat there stunned, but shifted her gaze to the table and back at Harry,

  "Please Joy, please say yes," he moaned, kicking his little legs under the table. She nibbled at her finger at the chance of a new job, "I would love to," she glanced back at Damien who seemed eager for her response. He smiled warmly and nodded, he took out a pen and wrote on a table napkin which glided across the table to Joy. "There is my address, how about tomorrow at eleven?" He questioned as he got up from the table and sifted through his trousers for his wallet.

  Joy was so taken aback by the quick-paced events, a handsome man, and a firm job offer she just nodded in reply and stood up to show them out.

  Harry used this chance to latch onto her legs for a hug, Joy held the chair for balance as she wrapped an arm around his head in reply. Damien handed her a ten-pound note and took Harry's hand as they headed for the door.

  "BYE JOY," Harry yelled, waving frantically. Joy, still flabbergasted, sent him one back as the door clicked to closed.

  ****

  ~ Joy ~

  I closed my apartment door and sunk to the ground, holding my knees close to my body and internally screamed as if I did actually scream I will get a noise complaint from my discourteous neighbours. I actually may finally have a job I enjoy, the thought finally catches up to me as I think back to the conversation she had in the cafe today and the man she had it with. He seemed kind and warm on one hand, with a hint of mystery such as his dark eyes and tattoos that escaped up his neck and hands.

  I was getting lost in my imaginative mind, again so I crept out of it by slipping my phone out to call back my mother.

  "Hello?"

  "Hey mum," I chewed at my painted nails to hide my nervousness.

  "Oh so you did call me back," her voice sounded uptight and triggered by my words.

  "Yeh, I am sorry just been so busy with my degree-"

  "Art isn't really a degree, it's just doodles. You need to find yourself a job out of that tiny cafe," she spoke coldly as I gulped in response.

  "Well actually I may have this new thing, I got offered to be a full-time nanny," I whispered the last bit as I was unsure of her reaction.

  She sighed heavily, "Well I guess childcare is a step up from art...", I decided that it was time for this conversation to end.

  "I have got to go and study now, sorry for the short call - I will message you if I get the job," I mumbled.

  "Okay, bye-bye love" she hissed and I then listened for the end tone to confirm her absence.

  I went in search of some nourishment but was greeted by only some bread and canned chilli, I didn't spend my shopping allowance until the end of the week so this will have to do. I snuggled up onto the sofa, and this time I studied until gone past midnight. I yawned, stretching my arms to slump further into the sofa, allowing sleep to consume me...

  The Unseen Touch

  ~ Narrator ~

  Joy crawled off of the sofa, still very much absorbed by her slumber. She stretched slowly, perking up once the touch of sunlight from the window behind her and pondered her stupid investment on a bed when all she did was sleep on the couch. Her eyes drifted over to her phone which showed the time is 10 am, she wasn't too nervous about being late as cabs circled her area like a pack of wolves and Damiens house was only a twenty-minute drive.

  She snatched up some dry cereal and headed for a shower, the water was never warm in her apartment so she always needed defrosting with blankets afterwards. However, due to her thinking about how the tattoos Damien had complimented his rough, pulsing hands - she was thankful for a cool stream of water. After a bit, she got out and stood naked in the bathroom as she tried to blow-dry her locks - hoping to look somewhat put together.

  She then applied some mascara to allow her eyes to become more doe-like and some lipgloss to make her lips shimmer, it helped with her confidence. After attempting to cover herself with a towel, she scurried to her bedroom to find suitable attire for her interview. She settled on a collared jumper with a black and white checkered skirt, she pulled out some Skechers and summed it up with a simple fake gold necklace. She stumbled to the door as time had got the better of her and picked up her handbag as she sprinted down into the bustling street. She peered eagerly searching for a cab and stretched out her arm to signal the need for a lift. Thankfully, a cab parked by her as she jumped in.

  "Where you off to love," the driver asked as he turned down his heavy metal music, "Um, number ten Parklane road," Joy squeaked back. He nodded and opened a window causing his thick grey beard to dance on his face. Joy pulled down her skirt due to the breeze she did not welcome and sunk back into the seat.

  Around fifteen minutes later, they turned into a posh estate littered with houses carved from white polished stone, fresh front lawns and gates to lock out prying eyes. She instantly felt intimidated as she thought it would just be a simple house with a few expensive touches, the driver pulled up at the most enchanting house, no manor. It had thick metal gates that wove into a name, Garcien and a driveway that glistened in the rays of the sun.

  "That will be eighteen quid, love" the driver croaked, Joy took her gaze away from the estate to fiddle for a twenty-pound note and handed it to the drive as she got out. "Tar," he called out as he drove away, past the arrangement of glamorous homes.

  Joy turned around slowly and saw a voice box with a small bell icon which she pressed lightly, a loud bell noise chimed through the speaker followed by the voice of a mature lady.

  "Mr Garcien's Estate, how may I help you?" Joy gulped as she hands prepared herself for such a luxurious home with staff. "Um Joy Mulberry to see Dami- Mr Garcien for 11," she stammered, another loud chime came from the speaker and the gates opened beckoning her in. She took a deep breath and paced up the driveway, taking in the well-cut grass, trees that stood in alignment and a white marble fountain decorated with dolphins.

  She approached the entrance and saw a doorbell, she pressed it and waited in anticipation. She was surprised when Damien opened the door instead of a staff member, he stood tall with slightly damp hair and engulfed in a black suit with no tie. Joy bit her lip and waited for him to make the first move; him, the house, the small voice box caller and the staff were a lot to take in.

  "Come in," his husky voice was thick and deep, which made Joy blush the colour of a summer rose. She crept in and turned around as Damien closed the door, consuming them and the room in silence. "Sorry I am a couple of minutes late, the driveway was unexpected in my journey," she breathed, pressing her hands onto her skirt. Damien let his hands fall into his pockets as he gazed at her, he chuckled slightly to her answer and scratched the back of his head. "Should we go to my office?" he spoke, Joy nodded and followed behind his long paces.

  The floor was marble and the colour of the merge of white and black, the walls were uniformed in creamy white with tall ceilings. Elegant furniture with the occasional toy or drawing was placed in their assigned areas and large portraits of cars flooded the walls. Damien opened a cherry red door and stood to allow Joy to enter, she breathed a thank you before standing in front of his desk. He pivoted effortlessly towards his chair and as he sat down he gestured for her to do the same, they both sunk down into the chairs and their silence filled up the room.

  "So, Joy..." he raised his brow indicating the need for the last name.

  "Oh Mulberry, Joy Mulberry" she confirmed, crossing her legs as she eased up as some courage shot into her system.

  "Unusual name," he muttered and grabbed some documents to note down his findings. "So Miss Mulberry-".

  "Joy is fine Mr Garcien," She stuttered, causing h
is eyes to flicker up towards her.

  "Miss Mulberry," he continued, unfazed by her comment which caused her to fiddle with her hem in response, "Do you have any experience in childcare?".

  "Um yes, I used to look after my younger brother a lot when I was at home as well as my cousins. I can cook, clean and I am very patient."

  "I see." He sighed, before propping an elbow up on the table, "What are your ambitions?".

  "I want to become an artist and maybe go into art therapy with children and adolescents," she responded.

  "So this career opportunity would be relevant?"

  "Totally."

  "Education-wise, where are you at?"

  "Um, currently studying an art degree at Open University. It's a four-year course."

  "Will that interfere with your duties?"

  "Oh no, it's part-time so only sixteen hours a week and I'll study at home not here."

  "Sorry Miss Mulberry, I wasn't clear - this is a live-in nanny position. You will stay here with all costs covered and be paid a flat rate," he exclaimed. Joy's eyes widened as she sharply took some air that all of a sudden felt thick. "Is there a problem?" Damien spoke softly, lifting his eyes from the documents. Joy spun back into reality and hesitated before answering,

  "No, no no not at all I just never imagined living in such an opulent estate."

  Damien gave a small laugh before resting his gaze back to his papers, "How soon can you start?" Joy tensed at his words as a gust of pleasure overwhelmed her. "Tomorrow?", he prodded and not wanting to argue with him she nodded, feeling bad for such short notice she was going to give the cafe. He assembled some papers and slid them over to her,

  "Complete these and give them back to me when I next see you, I will send a mover to your house at 12 pm tomorrow. They can pack your things or you can do it yourself, your choice," He said with an authoritative manner as Joy managed to squeak out a yes before reaching for the documents that stayed in place with a hefty paper clip. "I'll show you out-"

  "No need, I remember the route. Thank you for this opportunity Mr Garcien, I will see you tomorrow.”

  Joy rushed to the door as he went back to his work, "Good day Miss Mulberry," he stated softly. Joy gave a small wave as she exited the room, a bit sad that first name basis had been removed as she now was just a member of his staff.

  She stared down at her feet before heading towards the entrance, not before bumping into someone.

  "Oh gosh I'm sorry I was in my mind again," she said embarrassed. She gazed up and saw a man in his twenties with messy black hair, he had emerald green eyes and a sharp jaw but nothing in comparison to Damien. He smiled in response,

  "It's no bother, at least I got to run into a pretty girl," he purred. Joy gave a small smile back, he was kind and handsome but he still had plenty of immaturity coursing through his veins and she didn't like them wet behind the ears.

  "So what's your business with Damien?" he queried, twisting one of his rings around his finger. "I am the new nanny as from tomorrow," she stated, adjusting her auburn locks from around her face. His face looks surprised as he glared up momentarily and then back down to Joy. "Nice. I work for him too and I live here as well, I guess we will see each other around," he smirked before sending her a wink. "Yeh, um I have to get going but nice meeting you," she called after him as she strode past, he watched her leave before entering Damien's office.

  "Okay man she is cute," Lucas stated, before laying down on the couch in the corner of the room.

  "Hm," Damien replied, uninterested in the subject.

  "So where did you find her?" Lucas questioned.

  "Wait, what?", Damien averted his gaze up and squinted his eyes, his obvious lack of attention came too light.

  "The new nanny."

  "She is eighteen, don't even think about it."

  "Oh. I mean, I am twenty-six, a bit stretched but not too much if I can get her on board."

  "You can't date your colleagues."

  "It does not say that in my contract or hers, and if you add it now to spite me then you have something to confess," Lucas pulled himself up and glared at Damien.

  "Excuse me?" Damien spat.

  "You either doing it because you all of a sudden after ten years of staff despise relationships in the workplace or you just don't want someone else to date her," Lucas growled, he tapped his fingers on the satin couch and cocked his head. Damien leaned back in his chair and scoffed,

  "You can't be serious. She is a child."

  "I can be serious and I think we both know she is a woman."

  "Lucas, leave. I am not wasting my time sexualising my new employee." He gestured to the door, Lucas chuckled and left with no further comment.

  ****

  ~ Joy ~

  I spent a mere few hours packing, all that I owned could fit into five boxes and as for the furnishings - I sold them on gumtree. I had my lease until the end of the month, so I was just going to place my key under my doormat and trust my buyers didn't steal stuff they hadn't bought. I sat down on my sofa to send my resignation email to my boss, and said I had come down with the flu so I couldn't complete any more further shifts - when I say I felt terrible, I did. I did it for Harry though, that was what I was telling myself.

  I decided to sleep in my bed tonight. I changed into a shirt and slithered under my covers. I started to feel hot and flustered, otherwise known as horny, and moved my hand down to my panties, I slipped my fingers down to my throbbing clit and touched myself. I moaned under my breath softly, as my fingers sped up. I didn't think about anything in particular whilst partaking in the unseen touch, but I rode out my climax as my back arched. Sweat broke on my forehead, as I slumped into the pillows and removed my wet fingers which I wiped on the duvet, gross I know. I soon faded into a sleep so deep, it made me breathless...

  Schedules

  ~ Narrator ~

  Joy sat at her small table, eating the remainders of scraps in the fridge for a small breakfast to hopefully see her through the day. She knew there would be food provided, but she didn't think she could stammer even a crumb due to the lake of apprehension she was swimming in.

  She tidied up and went to get dressed in her petit bedroom for the last time. She had picked out an outfit last night so she didn't have to rummage through boxes to find something, she wore a knitted off the shoulder jumper that slumped over her small frame partnered with skinny jeans and trainers.

  She tossed her hair up into a messy bun and stumbled into her living room, she moved between the furniture, running her fingers across each piece to collect any additional memories and turned to her window. It was cracked and single glazed, so cool air always found its way in however it held a beautiful picture that she could stare at for hours.

  A sudden ping came from her call box, probably indicating the movers had arrived,

  "Hello?"

  "Hey - Movers for Miss Mulberry? Do I have the right number?"

  "Um yes let me buzz you up." Joy opened her door leading to the corridor and started to stack the boxes next to it, she didn't want to let the movers see her little home as it was nothing compared to her new one.

  "Miss, you don't have to do that-" a young man with chocolate brown hair stood in the doorway, he was around her age with a soft smile and indigo eyes shimmered in the specks of sunlight. "Um, no don't be silly. I would feel bad if you did it, however, could you carry these down to the van?" Joy exclaimed, gazing at the noble figure that stood before her. The man chuckled, and scratched the back of his head before bending down and effortlessly picking up three boxes before carrying them downstairs, Joy snatched up her handbag and gave a final goodbye to her little apartment - it served her well.

  She pushed the last couple of boxes out of the door and locked up, leaving the key under the dusty mat. "I'll take these from you, ma'am," the man scooped up the remaining boxes and transported them down to the van. Joy followed him hesitantly, her nerves began to peak as she left the building, hearing for the click behind h
er. There parked a small white van with olive green trims, the man pulled down the back with a slam and went over to her door to open it,

  "Miss Mulberry," he gestured to small steps which led up to a fabric seat, "Its Joy," she added sweetly before climbing up.

  The man shut the door and jumped into the seat next to her to start the hum of the engine, "I'm Max," he said with a kind smile as he flicked a few stray hairs from his forehead, "So I heard you are the new nanny for Mr Garcien's son," he commented before shifting the van into the road.

  "Um, yeh I am," she trailed off, sinking back into her seat and moving her eyes to the window for one final look at the apartment building. "I am his personal mover, he is a firm but fair man as we like to say," he replied calmly.

  "Who's we?" Joy asked, moving her eyes from the window and onto Max.

  "His other staff."

  "It's weird he has so many staff."

  "He does and he doesn't, only for essential things he doesn't have time to do like transportation, nannying and obviously help with his company as well as security." Joy inhaled deeply,

  "Oh."

  "You will do great," he patted a firm hand on her leg which made her shudder in surprise, "Um, so how long have you lived in London," he coughed before removing his hand.

  "A couple of months moved for jobs, concentrate on study's and well space..." she stressed the last word and propped her elbow upon the door.

  "I get you, my folks can be a tad over the top. What do you study?"

  "Arts Degree online, it's good but I don't exactly have the support from my parents like I would have preferred. Just makes it harder to talk to them about anything knowing they don't fully accept me."

  "Art is so cool. You must be smart and ignore your parents, my dad wanted me to become a lawyer and instead, I work part-time for a CEO and in the middle of a mechanics apprenticeship - couldn't be happier," he responded his beamed a big grin that he shot at Joy who sent a small one back. His words had soothed her open wound, however, the anxiety started to crawl in as they turned into the road up to the estate.