Blair practically choked on her own saliva when she took in the woman in the picture. Clad in nothing but a small red bikini, Erin was the literal definition of a MILF. She was petite, but definitely had a little bit of junk in the trunk. Once Blair was finally able to pull her gaze away from that perfect body, she noticed that Erin had straight, dirty-blonde hair that fell around her shoulders and the most stunning blue eyes. Blair was so distracted by Erin that she almost missed the little boy standing next to her in the photo. He was practically Erin’s opposite with his curly brown hair and dark eyes, but even Blair had to admit that he was fucking adorable.

If she could keep her shit together on Saturday, this would definitely be a very interesting summer.

***

Remember: she is the mom of the kid you’re trying to babysit, not some hot girl you’re trying to fuck. Keep it professional (and keep it in your pants, for God’s sake).

Blair laughed to herself as she replied to Marisol’s text. Keep what in my pants exactly?

Blair could feel Marisol’s judgment radiating from the phone when her reply came through. For fuck’s sake, woman. She’s probably married to some guy that looks like Ken. You better just hope he doesn’t catch you checking out his wife.

Instead of replying, Blair shoved her phone into her pocket and got out of her car. The last thing she wanted was for Erin to catch her creeping outside of her house forever before she went in, especially since it was already ten minutes past the time she said she would arrive.

She walked onto the front porch of the cute little townhouse and was about to knock when the door swung open. At first, she didn’t see anyone, but when she looked down, she noticed the little boy from the picture staring up at her, head tilted as he studied her. “Are you Bear?”

“It’s Blair, sweetie. B-lair,” a sexy low voice said from somewhere else in the house.

Nolan scrunched up his nose and glared in the direction of the voice. “Bear! That’s what I say.”

“Fine. Could you please tell Bear to come in.”

“I says that,” Nolan replied through gritted teeth, clearly not appreciating the joke made at his expense. He stomped his feet, but moved off to the side so Blair could walk through the doorway.

As soon as she was inside, with the door closed behind her, the woman from the picture walked around the corner. She looked exactly the same as her picture, but she was, unfortunately, fully clothed. “Sorry about that. I’m Nolan’s mom, Erin. It’s nice to officially meet you.”