Glorified Babysitter

[Longleg]

Closed For Maid and myself (for now)

BIO
Name Chris Risler
Age 18
High School Student
heaight 5'8
Blue Eyes and short black hair


Chris is a senior at his high school , President of the chess club, in the math club and debate team , he keeps his head down and just wants to be ignored , which works quite well since he is off the radar for most of the kids at school. He also happens to be the son of one of the wealthiest businessmen in the state , his father was also a quaterback at a Big East School and its fair to see that father and son don't get each other.



IC

Chris looked at the car drive away, his father Andrew was off to Europe for two weeks along with his latest wife Georgia, she was number four and had a lot less brains than legs. Chris hated her.

His own mother was somewhere in Zambia getting in touch with her inner self or something like that, so he was effectively on his own , well okay there were staff around , a cook, a maid and the groundsman but except for making sure his bed was made he had food and the pool was clean they had nothing in their job description which remotely mentioned 'look after the kid'.

No his father had done something absolutely horrible he'd brought in one of the people that worked at his office to be a glorified babysitter, Chris was going to hate this fortnight, all he wanted was to be left alone in his room with his computer why couldn't his father see that, understand that.

But then the old man didn't really look at things from other peoples prospectives , let alone his own son's.

Chris sighed as the car disappearred and walked back inside , climbing the stairs he walked to his room and closed the door, maybe this babysitter would ignore him and just leave him alone.

"We can but hope" Chris said aloud as the computer screen flickered in the darkened room the day outside was everything a warm summer day should be, it might as well have been raining for all Chris cared.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"So just what does a glorified babysitter wear," Jan Singleton asked her best friend and roomie.

"Well," Sue replied, "I used to wear a tee and jeans and... "

"Uh huh and snuck your boyfriend in ten minutes after the parents were down the road."

"Yeah," Sue giggled. "Remember the time the Parkers came home early?"

Jan groaned. "The Parkers weren't the Rislers or anywhere close. Dammit, Sue, I need to keep this internship if I want that Masters."

"I know you don't want to hear it, but I'll say it again. This is blackmail. You don't have to go babysit the boss' kid to keep your job. All you had to do was boink the guy."

Jan threw a pillow at her and started putting clothes into the open suitcase on her bed. Not exactly office wear, but not slouching around threads either. Her mother had always said that clean and neat outshone fancy any day and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to test that theory out.

******​

An hour later she was being let into the Risler residence, aforementioned suitcase in hand. "I'll show you to your room, Miss," the housekeeper said imperiously, "and let the young Master know that you have arrived."

The bedroom that had been delegated for her use was almost as large as the living room in her apartment, with a private bath and French doors that led out onto a balcony overlooking an olympic-sized pool in the Risler back yard. "Fancy schmancy," she muttered as she unpacked, certain now that young Master Risler was probably going to appear dressed like Richie Rich with attitude and there was nothing worse than a little kid with attitude. Why didn't he have a regular nanny??

Combing her fingers through her hair, Jan gave herself the once-over in the bathroom mirror and went back downstairs. Unsure where she would find the Risler brat, she went in search of Mrs. Matthews who informed her that the young Sir could be found in the second bedroom on the left, third floor. "Lah dee dah," she muttered under her breath as she climbed back up.

Standing outside the door, she took a deep breath and knocked.

"Who is it?"

"Jan," she replied, thinking that the voice didn't seem to match the image she'd had of a prepubescent boy. "Jan Singleton. Your... "

"I'm busy. Go away."

Jan blinked and turned the knob and walked in. "Well, I'm not." She paused and looked around. The only person in the room seemed to be a dark haired guy sitting at a computer. "I'm here to sit for Chris," she said. "Where is he?"

 

[Longleg]

Chris heard the door open but didn't bother to turn around. It wasn't that he was rude by nature or had even been brought up to be that way. It was fear that drove him now, fear that the simple act of turning around and acknowledging this person would somehow change things.

Yet rationally Chris understood that he would eventually have to actually interact with this person , the key was to keep that contact to the bare minimum, he certainly had no intention of being 'best friends' and if she said 'we're going to have a lot of fun together' he'd ...well he'd probably do nothing, but he'd ensure that she knew he wasn't feeling thrilled about things.

"I'm Chris, I don't need a babysitter and I don't need anyone to talk to, all you have to do is enjoy the pool and leave me alone"

His fingers worked over the keyboard now his eyes tracking lines of code his mind racing ahead trying to figure the pattern , he had 34 minutes left to come up with the answer or it was round one to Jacob and there was no way he was going to start this week with a loss.

Then suddenly there it was "Got ya" Chris said ,the sound of victory in his voice. He looked up at the web camera "Got it Jacob nasty little code that was but wait til you get mine tomorrow it'll be my hardest one yet, sending the patten now" Chris clicked a few keys and the image of a spotty pale young man appearred on the screen , his jaw dropping for a moment, then the eyes in the image moved

"Who's the babe? Chris"

"What " Chris asked not knowing what Jacob was talking about

"Behind..." moved his head to the side " Yes mum ,gotta go Chris chat tomorrow"

Then the image was gone.

A smile touched Chris's lips and then he remembered this Jan person and he turned to look at her , his jaw dropped, she was incredible, stunning and no doubt one of the 'look at me, look at me' crowd.

His smile dropped at this thought "Still here, pool outside, get tan, look nice for boyfriends ,leave me alone, simple" he said it as nastily as he could, he really didn't need anyone especially not one of the 'in' crowd .

With that he moved away from the computer and walked quickly to his ensuite slamming the door.

Walking into his private bathroom, at the end of ensuite full of clothes hardly worn , he starred at the large mirror and sighed. He had been rude, unforgivably so but her presence was almost taunting him and he really didn't need or want that. "You're an arsehole, father".

He didn't notice that the ensuite door was open , lost in the conflict between his own behaviour , his own lonely life and a stunning woman who no doubt hated him, just like every other female did.