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“You had that half of the monitor all night?” I ask.

She nods. “And yes, before you ask, I heard you talking about me.”

“Hmm. That’s a bit invasive.”

She’s pulling on her clothes, dragging her jumper over her head, covering her beautiful full breasts. I feel an ache in my chest.When am I going to see them again?

“It’s my job,” she says. “Don’t feel bad. It’s the reason I came over here when you messaged me. You sounded…” Her words fade and a puzzled look crosses her face.

“What?” I ask.

She looks hesitant before she says, “Lonely.”

I sit up. “Lonely? You slept with me because you thought I sounded lonely?”

She’s got one leg in her trousers and she’s hopping on one foot when she pauses to level a serious stare at me. “Stop fishing. I slept with you because I saw your enormous cock that day outside the sauna and I haven’t stopped thinking about it. That, and I was bored of my dildos. They have a limited repertoire.” She winks and bites her bottom lip; the mixture of cute and sexy is almost too much to handle. “The fact that you sounded lonely was by-the-by.”

I’m already propped up by the pillow, but I put my hands behind my head. “Phew. I was worried I was a pity fuck.”

Her face scrunches. “You worry about a lot of stuff. Let’s have fun. Where are we going on this holiday?”

“The Mediterranean. On the boat.”

“Sounds great.”

She flips her head upside down and ties her long red hair into a ponytail with a hair-band from her wrist. There’s something so sexy about the way she does it, and how it swings down her back when she rights herself, that I’m immediately hard again.

She gives me a suggestive smile, like she knows exactly what I was thinking, but just then, a noise comes again from the monitor. She checks it, then slides it into her pocket. “See you later. I’ve got to get back to my day job.” She blows me a kiss and leaves the room.

She’s officially the sexiest damn woman I’ve ever met. And she lives in my house. To say I’m elated is an understatement.

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Later that morning, I walk into the kitchen to find Alec already there, chopping up fruit. He stops and gives me the once over. His eyebrows rise far too high up his forehead as he waves the knife at me and says, “You look like you had a good night. Did you getanysleep?”

I can’t stop smiling. I’m normally cheery, but this is next level. My face gives everything away, but I hold my index finger against my lips toshhhim, my eyes dropping to where Lucie is following me into the kitchen.

Alec straightens, lowering the knife to the chopping board. “Hi, Lucie.”

“Hello.” She grins and hops up on a stool at the island.

He pushes a bowl of mango at her. “For you, Princess.”

“Is there any for me?” I ask.

He slides another bowl over to me. “Only because you’re a great nanny.” He imbues his words with so much inflated emotion, I know he’s being facetious. “So kind and caring. And because I like you. Maybe a little too much.”

I roll my eyes, trying to look like I’m not affected by his repetition of Mr Hawkston’s words from last night, but I can already feel the heat rising up my cheeks. “Stop it.”

Alec turns his attention to Lucie. “You’re very lucky to have such a great nanny.” The jocular tone is gone, and I can tell he means it. “You know that, right?”

“Yup. I know that. Daddy said so.”

Alec gives a satisfied smile and nods his head. “Too right.”

“What did Daddy say?”

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