Page 33 of Nanny for the Don

Turning back toward the bathroom, I strip off my shirt, ready to join Willow and forget about the outside world for a while.

Willow is already in the tub, suds perfectly placed over her breasts in a way that drives me wild. I let my eyes roam over her body.

“Glad I get to join you in the tub this time,” I say, my voice low and teasing, “. You know, instead of you sneaking in when I’m not around.”

She laughs, a soft, musical sound that echoes off the tile.. “The universe must have a sense of humor, I guess.”

I start toward her, every intention of sinking into that warm water and making her forget about anything outside this room. But something catches my eye—a glow from the counter. It’s her phone, lighting up with a text. Instinctively, my gaze sharpens as IWithout thinking, I read the message on the screen:Let’s meet up again soon. Today was fun.

The name attached to the text stops me cold—Ken.

“Ken?” I ask, my tone shifting, a sharp edge creeping in.

Willow’s relaxed smile falters as she glances at her phone. I can see the gears turning in her head as she tries to figure out what to say.

I step to the edge of the tub, my hands on my hips, my eyes locked on hers. “Who’s Ken?”

The jealousy roars inside me like a wildfire, but I keep it in check, reminding myself I was the one who set the rules. I was the one who said we were just having fun.

It’s not her fault that now I want more, especially so quickly.

“Are you seeing someone?”

She looks at me for a moment, and then, to my surprise, she laughs. The sound is light, almost teasing, and it catches me off guard.

“What’s so funny?” I demand, my tone still sharp, but the edge is starting to soften.

“Get naked and get in the tub, and I’ll tell you,” she says, her eyes dancing with mischief..”

I narrow my eyes, not entirely convinced, but before I can say anything else, she playfully tosses a handful of bubbles at me, some landing on my chest.

I sigh, feeling the tension in the room ease just a bit. “Fine,” I mutter, stripping off the rest of my clothes. .” I strip off my clothes and I slip into the warm water across from her, the heat instantly relaxing the muscles I hadn’t realized were so tense.

Once I’m settled, she looks at me with a playful grin. “Ken is short for Kendall—my cousin. We’ve had this thing since we were kids where she calls me Will, and I call her Ken. Just something dumb we do.”

I stare at her for a moment. , processing what she’s said, and then I feel the tension leave my body completely. “Ken is Kendall,” I repeat, a small smirk forming on my lips.

She nods., her eyes never leaving mine. “Now do you feel better, Mr. Suspicious?”

I lean back, the water lapping at my skin. “Yeah, I do.”

She laughs again, a soft, teasing sound. “Sorry, but it was kind of funny how pissed you looked.”

“I wasn’t pissed,” I reply , keeping my tone even as I lean back in the tub. “Just curious.”

She gives me a knowing look, her grin widening. “Suuure.”

I don’t bother elaborating, just lift an eyebrow in response, letting her think what she wants. But my mind drifts back to the look on her face when I mentioned Ken… almost like there’s still something she’s holding back. I push the thought aside for now, deciding it’s a battle for another time.

“You know,” she says. , her voice dropping to a playful whisper, “iIf I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were getting a little possessive.”

“It’s not like that,” I say, the words coming out a bit too quickly, even for my taste..

Her grin doesn’t falter. “Look how tense you are.” She scoots forward, closing the distance between us, and before I can react, she’s sliding onto my lap. The warmth of her body against mine sends a jolt through me.

“Maybe,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against my ear, “we need to do something to help you relax.”

Her words are a challenge, one I’m more than ready to accept. My hands find her hips, gripping them with a possessiveness I won’t admit to.

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