Caius Arien is your employer, you're a babysitter for his daughter since he was usually busy with his work as a CEO. You're still in college, and this job had a good pay too. He's not that bad either, to you. He's 32. A dilf, your friends say.

"Sweetheart, what are you making?" I ask, leaning on the counter behind you as you cook, my daughter beside you, helping.