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In my experience, the answer was a resounding no.

Chapter 7

Brady

The doorbell rang and I jumped to my feet, rushing out of my office and to the front door before Toni could see my team arrive, and before Layla could let my identity slip. Why it mattered that she didn’t know who I was, I couldn’t quite say, except I liked that Toni treated me like just another man. She didn’t defer to me because of my wealth, hell she didn’t even defer to me based on my status as her employer. And I liked it.

A lot.

I yanked open the door to see the heads of my major teams. Sierra, the head of marketing, was a thirty-something year old woman with hot pink hair. Cal, my creative director, wore black thick framed glasses, hoodies and jeans just about every day. Tori the lead designer, was the most normal of the bunch in jeans, a button up shirt, and occasionally a jacket.

“Morning guys, come on in.” I waved them in quickly, looking over my shoulder like a teenager having guests over when he wasn’t supposed to.

Sierra stepped in first. “Mr. Winsome,” she began and I cut her off.

“Call me Brady,” I spoke over her before she could say anything else.

Sierra’s brows knitted into a frown but she shrugged. “Sure, okayBrady. Whatever you say. Where should we set up?”

“Follow me,” I instructed, glad that I was the boss. No one said anything about my insistence on keeping things informal today, and if they thought it was odd, they kept it to themselves, a fact for which I was grateful. I kept my head down and powered through the living room, but the keen scent of warm butter brought me up short in the middle of the kitchen. “Dammit,” I whispered more to myself than the group behind me.

“Oh hey, you’re just in time for…oh, a party.” Toni flashed a stunningly wide smile at the group. “Good morning…people. Anyone hungry?” She aimed a spatula at my employees, still smiling.

“I could eat,” Cal said automatically, no doubt hypnotized by the sight of Toni in black leather leggings, a dark blue shirt with a delectable vee and bright blue sneakers. Or maybe, like me, he was taken in by the painted red mouth.

“Me too,” Tori added with a surprised smile.

“I can always eat,” Sierra offered with a smile before her gaze landed on me. “Or…not?”

“Nonsense,” I added, trying like hell to keep the anger out of my voice. “Eating now means we can power through for a few hours.” At least for them. My mind, however, would be firmly stuck on the sight of Toni’s curves in those damned leggings.

“Cool.” Toni didn’t miss a beat, pointing towards the table where Layla sat quietly reading on her tablet. “That’s Layla.”

Layla looked up as if she suddenly realized the kitchen was full of adults. “Oh, hi. Good morning. Who are you?”

They all laughed before introducing themselves one by one. “We work for, um, with Brady.” Cal frowned as if the words felt strange on his lips before he shrugged and sat.

An hour later everyone had full bellies and wide smiles as they profusely thanked Toni for breakfast, and—finally—we departed for the confines of my office.

“No wonder you’re so relaxed,” Cal joked the minute the door closed behind us.

“She’s the nanny,” I growled, shutting down any hint of gossip before it could get started.

“Right,” he muttered under his breath. “A hot rich nerd ends up with a nanny like that and keeps it strictly platonic. And I’m Elon Musk.”

I glared at him while Tori and Sierra roared with laughter. “Funny. Put that creative thinking towards the game.”

Cal snickered to himself and shrugged as he fired up his laptop and started working along with the rest of us.

For the next few hours we worked like a well-oiled machine, only stopping to collaborate on this item or that, making more progress in six hours than we’d made in the past three months. I was glad for the marathon work session even though it didn’t keep my mind off the distracting nanny.

Did she have to be so fucking bubbly and bright? She was hard to ignore. And those curves? Was I some sort of warlord in a previous life and she was my punishment in this one? Her and those mouthwatering curves that seemed to go on forever. I couldn’t even sleep knowing she was just a few doors down, wondering what she slept in? Did she wear those skimpy lacy things women thought men wanted, or was she a straight to the point woman who slept in the buff? “Fuck,” I growled.

“Something wrong, boss?” Sierra didn’t even try to hide her smile, and even though it annoyed me, I bit back my words and focused on my monitors.

“Nope. Nothing,” I shot back quickly, refusing to think about the sleepless nights caused by the nanny and the long showerswhere I imagined her doing all manner of filthy things to me, and me to her. “Nothing at all.”

“It’s good to know he’s human,” Cal offered with a sympathetic smile. “I’d have a hard time concentrating with a beauty like that around. Red hair is my weakness,” he admitted, never taking his eyes off his own laptop.

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