Page 5 of Sinful Nanny

So either he is working somewhere else of an evening or he is up to no good.

Kind of hoping it’s the latter because I won’t have to be cautious around her.

She even smells good.

Groaning, I grab my keys from the side table and look towards the back garden.

Hate that I have to leave, but kind of happy that Delilah took so well to her.

I never expected it. I expected her to be hesitant, to take a week like she normally does with new people, but not with Flora.

She was straight up to her, and that made the nerves in my stomach witter away to nothing.

I stand for a moment longer, and reluctantly, I leave.

What scared me the most, is from that small amount of time with Flora, I knew I couldn’t let her go, even if I had to.

Now it was time to work.

Travis wants to work late.

Then he works late.

Game. On.

CHAPTER THREE

FLORA

The day whizzes by.George stays until just after lunchtime; it was nice to have him with me and Delilah whilst we ate and he spoke to me about his life and how much he dotes on his niece.

George kisses her on the top of her head and then gives me a warm smile.

“I’ll see you soon,” he smiles softly then disappears out the front door and now it’s just me and her.

Letting my face lower, her eyes lift to mine at the same time.

“Now what?” I smirk and she grabs onto my finger and tugs me upstairs. “Where we going?” I laugh softly as I follow.

“To show you my room,” she pauses on the step and gives me a wide smile.

“Lead the way,” I nod as she unclasps her fingers.

Loitering outside the main bedroom, I try and give it a quick scope but Delilah is back to tugging me.

Walking down a narrow hallway, she leads me into a large room at the back of the house and I swear her bedroom is the size of my apartment.

Three quarter panelled walls in greige and creams wrap around the room that is smothered in toys, accessories, tentsand a pretty pink bed canopy. It was the most perfect space for such a perfect little girl.

An ache radiates through my chest at how different my childhood was, but then realisation settles deep inside of me.She lost her mum too.

“Wow, Delilah,” I breathe as I step onto the lush carpet. “This is the most beautiful room,” I smile at her and she waves me in further.

I do, cautiously.

Stepping forward she leads me into her pretty white teepee that is surrounded and wrapped in fairy lights.

She lays on pillows and I lay next to her.

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