Page 8 of Sinful Nanny

She jumps from the seat, rushes down the hallway and waits for me to open the door. As soon as it is, Delilah runs into Flora’s arms and I watch as she hugs my daughter tightly, lifting her into her arms.

“Hey you,” she nuzzles her nose against Delilah’s and she giggles.

She walks in past me, her eyes slicing to mine for just a moment and a soft groan passes my lips at what she is wearing.

A tight white tee leaving nothing to the imagination, tucked into a black skirt and white sneakers. She looks beautiful, hair pulled from her face with a few loose curled strands dangling.

Placing Delilah down, she lets her pull her towards the kitchen where she sits back at the table and spoons her cereal into her mouth.

Flora asks her how she slept and what she wants to do today.

And I stand, completely in awe but also in dangerous territory, because today is the day I am going to cross the line. Walking towards the kitchen, I place a kiss on the top of Delilah’s head and disappear into my office.

I decided to work from home today, but annoyingly I do have a lot to do. I may be CEO, but it doesn’t mean I can slack. The company wouldn’t be where it was today without me working hard.

Hours slip past when I hear a soft knock on the door.

“Come in,” my voice is soft as I watch the door handle dip down and she walks in with food.

“Homemade carrot and coriander soup with thick buttered bread,” she smiles, lowering herself slightly as she places the hot soup on my desk.

“That look delicious,” I hum, licking my lips and her cheeks pinch red.

Truth was, I was talking about her.

Every damn day for the past seven days she has looked just as good.

And I am starved.

“How’s Travis?” I ask and she shrugs her shoulder up.

“Still working late?” She nods as I glance at the time. “Delilah go with George okay?”

Delilah and my brother like to have one on one time, he adores her and she adores him right back.

“Yeah, skipped out the door,” she smiles softly before stepping back. “Enjoy your lunch,” she goes to close the door and panic claws at my throat.

It’s now or never.

“Flora,” I stand from my desk and her weary eyes land on me.

“Edward,” I watch the way her fingers tighten around the door handle.

I step closer, eyes falling to her lips.

“I want you,” I whisper, my body against hers as the office door slips closed.

“I’m not yours to want,” her eyes don’t leave mine and my heart is lurching in my chest.

“I always get what I want, Flora…” I tease her name on my tongue.

“Sounds boring,” she taunts, her chest rising and falling.

“I can assure you, nothing about me is boring,” a smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth.

She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“Let me kiss you, taste you,loveyou… just once.” My request is more of a plea.

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