Page 7 of Sinful Nanny

“Erm…” I spin and glance at the clock. It’s just past eight. Travis is working late. “No,” I breathe.

“Come sit with me,” he pats the stool next to him and I walk over a little hesitant, but I have no idea why.

He doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable, but maybe that’s the problem? Maybe I was so prepared for him to be an asshole that now I’ve seen that he isn’t, it makes me a little more cautious.

I sit, my eyes on him as he studies my face.

“Travis never talks about you,” he says, his voice low but it’s not vicious or vindictive. The sad truth is I believe him.

“Doesn’t surprise me,” I whisper, dropping my head.

“Don’t do that,” he says softly, “don’t pull your eyes from mine.” I inhale sharply as I slowly lift my face, eyes penetrating into his. “Explain,” he tilts his head.

“Explain what?” I furrow my brow.

“Why you said it doesn’t surprise you,” he shuffles his stool closer to me and my breath catches at the back of my throat.

“Travis made it very clear from the get go that work would always come before me…” I pause as I watch his facial expression change, a tightening of his jaw, the way his fingers are curling then flexing, his eyes narrow on my lips.

“Why do you stay?”

And suddenly this feels a little too personal.

I turn my face to look at the clock before my eyes are back on Edward.

“I better be going…” I slip off the stool and mask my face from him as I rush down towards the front door and grab my bag from the side.

The sound of his footsteps approaching has my skin prickling, his fingers wrap around my wrist as he tugs me to look at him.

“You deserve the world, Flora,” he pauses, the fingers that were once on my skin now run down the side of his head and through his thick blond hair, “and he isn’t going to be the one to give it to you.”

His eyes volley back and forth between mine, my heart is pounding in my chest.

I slip backwards, my back hitting the door behind me. He steps closer, one hand pressed on the door, the other glides forward as he grips my chin so I have no other choice but to look at him.

“I can,” he whispers, “I can give you everything.”

My breath catches at the back of my throat as he leans closer. Our lips inches apart and just as they’re about to touch, Delilah’s sobs rattle through the house as she calls for her daddy.

He lowers his head before stepping away and before he can even breathe another word, I slip out the front door and into the waiting car.

My heart is thrashing, blood pounding, but I wanted it.

Shame marks my skin as we start our drive home, but selfishly, I can’t wait to go back.

CHAPTER FOUR

EDWARD

I haveno idea what came over me last week. The more I think about how Travis is, the more I want her. He doesn’t deserve her. She is always there for him, yet he leaves her alone in their apartment whilst he is out doing whatever he wants. She has kept me at arm’s length the past week, but not anymore.

Not on my watch.

Eyeing the time, my skin prickles when I hear the knock on the door.

She’s here.

Delilah looks up from her cereal, eyes glistening and I give her a confirming nod.

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