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The kiss was eternal, but that was the type of dangerous thinking that I couldn’t afford, so finally I managed to slowly pull back, my gaze unfocused and my lips swollen.

“Lucy,” he moaned and his fingertips dug into my flesh.

He’s your boss. Dammit. I stepped back until his hands fell away, my eyes wide with shock. This was exactly what he expected of me, and all women in fact.

Shit, shit, shit. I took one step back and then another and another until I felt the doorknob of my bedroom pressed against the small of my back. I turned it quickly and stepped in. “I should, ah, get to bed. Early day,” I said by way of a totally unbelievable explanation.

“Right,” he said shakily. “See you tomorrow.”

I nodded absently, slammed the door and pressed my back against it. I kissed my boss. Well, more accurately he kissed me and I did nothing to stop it, which to his warped mind, probably meant that I was trying to find my way into his bed.

Stupid, stupid girl.

I spent most of the night reliving the hottest kiss I’d ever experienced and worrying that Dante would use it as an excuse to get rid of me.

Chapter 14

Dante

Ishould not have kissed the nanny.

That one thought ran through my mind on an endless loop throughout a sleepless night that finally ended just as the first streaks of dawn painted the sky. It was a mistake to follow her, to stare at those lush lips as she told me I annoyed her as much as she annoyed me. But when I closed my eyes all I could see was the way her eyes fluttered closed a heartbeat before my mouth crashed down on hers.

I knew it was a bad idea to follow her up the stairs after her comments. I should have just let her go to her room and stewed in my anger while I finished my dinner, but I couldn’t. And dammit if she didn’t taste like fire and sunshine with a hint of whatever chocolate she’d nibbled on after dinner. And as I showered and dressed for the day, there was just one thought running circles in my mind. Now I knew how good she tasted, how her curves felt under my hands and the sounds she made when she was kissed, how in the fuck was I supposed to keep my hands to myself?

The chemistry between us was explosive, I should have known that it would be, because Lucy sparred with me the way no one else did. She gave as good as she got, and had the good sense not to get offended about it too. That was almost as irresistible as her curves.

This was a major problem, because she was the nanny. The hired help. My employee. This had the potential to cause too many problems in my life. Lucy was great with Lena, which meant I had to keep my hands—and my mouth—to myself.

By the time I made it downstairs for breakfast, I felt better about where things stood with me and Lucy. She worked for me, and that was it. Last night was an aberration brought on by a long, exhausting day and a kind gesture, nothing more. There was an undeniable pull between us, and even though she was the first woman who’d fired me up since my divorce, I couldn’t go there.

I wouldn’t.

“Omelet for you, sir?”

I looked up at Dotty’s wary expression and nodded. “Sure an omelet would be great. Egg white omelet, please Dotty.” She frowned, and I wondered why. “What?”

“It’s nothing, you just don’t usually say please.” Dotty’s lips twitched, but she turned to the fridge before I could ask her more and pulled ingredients from the fridge.

I continued to stare at her back with a frown. Was I really such a beast that even basic manners surprised the people who worked for me? “I’ll try to do better.”

Dotty laughed. “It’s all right, sir. You just threw me for a loop.”

“Morning Daddy!” Lena’s voice was loud and cheerful as her feet rushed across the floor to me. “I’m happy to see you!”

I smiled as I scooped her up into my arms and hugged her close. “I’m happy to see you too, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”

Lena nodded and looked over her shoulder at Lucy, dressed in a loose fitting yellow tank that hugged her breasts, and tight jeans that reminded me of just how good her plump ass felt in my hands. Lucy nodded and Lena turned back to me.

“I did. I had good dreams,” she said and wriggled out of my embrace to take her seat at the kitchen table while she told me about rescuing me from my office. “I was a hero.”

“Thank you for saving me,” I told her as I bit back a smile.

“Love you, Daddy.”

My heart squeezed at how easily it came to Lena to be nice and sweet, so full of love. “Love you too, my sweet Lena.” My gaze wandered over to Lucy who wasn’t glaring at me, but she wasn’t smiling at me either, which was a good thing, I told myself.

“What’ll it be for breakfast, Lena?” Dotty’s voice cut through my thoughts and I reluctantly pulled my gaze from Lucy.

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