Page 53 of Sexy Bad Daddy

The insert is flat, cream-colored, with initials embossed at the top. The handwriting is small, block letters, more masculine than feminine. As I read, my heart rate shoots into the stratosphere and I break out into a cold sweat.

Are you sure you know your nanny? She’s not who you think she is. She makes a habit of sleeping with her bosses. You aren’t the first, and you won’t be the last. My advice is to fire her and find someone new to take care of your kid. Before it’s too late.

I reread it seventeen more times, but the message doesn’t change, and my heart rate doesn’t slow, either.

Holy shit.

Peter Wilkins. My very first nanny job. My very first time having sex. My first experience with cheating, my first heartbreak, what I thought was my first real relationship. The reason I apparently have a thing for men like Garrett.

Peter seduced me, he used me, he and I destroyed his marriage, and now he’s trying to ruin my career. Which will work, if Garrett sees this letter.

With shaking hands, I stuff the card back into the envelope and start to tear it in half. That’s when I notice.

There’s no stamp.

He’s been here. In Garrett’s building.

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