Page 14 of Sexy Bad Daddy

“Oh. Shit. Sorry.” I spin and smack into the wall. “Ouch. Fuck. So sorry.”

“Daddy, where’s my goat?”

“Right?” I put every ounce of willpower into not looking at Erin again as I sidle past her, eyes watering while I clutch my nose. “Sorry, just need to get the toy goat. Not trying to be a sleaze.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. Won’t happen again.”

“Garrett.”

“What?” I turn my attention to her. “Shit. Fuck.” I’m staring at her again. Anyone would think I have no game given how well I’m doing tonight. Which is why I’m going on a date with a cute redhead I met on the driving range this morning. One that isn’t my damn nanny. Because I can’t keep letting her get to me like this.

“Seriously. It’s okay. You didn’t expect me to be in here.”

“Why are you?” I drop my gaze to the toy in my hands, concentrate on turning the brown and white goat over and over.

“There was a spider in mine.”

“Oh, do you want me to get rid of it for you?”

“Please.” She gives me one of her winning smiles.

“I’ll just give Abby her goat first and then I’ll take care of it.” I make it to the door, grip the handle as I walk out. “She wants you once you’re done in here.”

Then I shut the door and inhale before marching back to tuck Abby in again, farm animal in hand.

***

A few hours later, I slip into the apartment and shut the door quietly behind me. Low levels of light from other rooms give off enough illumination for me to make my way in the dark. Tonight didn’t go as I’d expected. Dinner, a few drinks, an offer to go back to her place—never mine—is all par for the course. It’s a no-brainer. But this evening, it was very much a brainer, since I haven’t been able to block out what happened in the bathroom with the nanny. Only because it was such a jerk move on my part and I don’t want Erin to feel uncomfortable, of course.

I hesitate in front of Erin’s bedroom. I should apologize again. Profusely. But it’s late, and she probably doesn’t want to deal with me acting like a creep. Again. So I skirt past her door and stick my head into Abby’s room.

If someone had told me a year ago I’d be raising a daughter right now, I would have shown them my condom collection. I’m not the type of guy to take risks like that. Except I did at least once. I didn’t have any plans to be a parent. I could see my brother Paynt having a kid. Hell, he’s got the damn goat, and I bet it won’t take a year and he’ll have a two-legged one, too. But not me. Abby wasn’t part of the plan, but damn, she’s the only part that’s important.

“She fell asleep about five minutes after you left. She’s been down ever since,” Erin says, standing just outside her door.

“No problems?”

“None.” She rubs at the goose bumps on her arms and then crosses them under her boobs. “How was your evening?”

“Date,” I correct her, paying no attention the fact she isn’t wearing a bra and her puckered nipples show through the cotton T-shirt she’s wearing. See, there’s proof I’m not attracted to her. “So I killed that spider before I left.”

“Thank you.”

“And I’m really sorry about storming in on you.” Those things are really stabbing the material, like they’re begging for my mouth.

“It was an accident, right? It wasn’t some not-so-slick move on your part to try to get me naked?”

“You didn’t need my help to get naked.” Would it be an accident if I run a knuckle over one of those sharp points?

She pulls in a sharp breath. “So it was on purpose? You had some thought that I’d throw myself at you if I was already naked?”

Well, that would be nice.

“I know that probably happens a lot. I’m sure there would even be some nannies who would throw themselves at you, but I’m not going to.”

Fucking hell. She’s untouchable. That’s probably what’s making this harder that it should be, me harder than I should be. “I mean, there was no plan. I didn’t expect you to be in there. It was absolutely an accident.”

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