Page 13 of Sinful Nanny

One little taste of her and I needed more.

My skin itched, throat burned…

I was addicted.

A knock at the door has my eyes lifting to the clock. It’s past ten. Who the hell would be knocking at this time.

Sighing, I place my drink down and move for the front door. Pulling the key chain across, I unlock and pull the door open ready to give whoever it is a piece of my mind.

But then I see her.

Standing in the rain, mascara smudged down her pretty face.

“I had nowhere else to go,” her bottom lip trembles and my heart explodes in my chest.

I step aside as she walks into my house and selfishly, I am glad she chose to come here. She stands, eyes burning into mine.

“You knew,” her voice is quiet and I know exactly what she is referring to.

My exhale is heavy.

“You knew he hadn’t been working late… you set him up.”

She blinks at me as I try and fathom the words, but I can’t. So I nod.

“When you said about him working late, I counted how often I asked him and do you want to know what that number was?”

She shakes her head from side to side.

“Two. I asked him two times.”

Her eyes fill with tears.

“Baby,” the nickname echoes around the hallway. “Don’t waste your tears on him.” My hand cups her face, my thumb brushing the tear away from her tearstained cheek.

She shudders and I actually feel bad for her.

Lacing my fingers through hers, I tug her towards the stairs.

“Come,” I say softly and she does, she follows me upstairs and into my bedroom.

“Let me run you a bath.”

She nods, sitting on the edge of the bed before I disappear into my en-suite.

Turning the hot tap on, I pour bubble bath into the streaming water and make sure the towels are hung on the warm towel rails.

Peeking my head around the door frame, my heart shatters a little more in my chest.

She looks so small. So lost.

Within minutes, the room is filled with steam and smells heavenly.

Stepping back into the room, I grasp her hand delicately and pull her into the en-suite.

“Let me undress you,” I whisper, my eyes roaming over her body. She is still in her cropped tee and skirt.

I can still smell her scent all over me, my favourite cologne is her.

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