Page 41 of Sven

She was amazing with Winnie. Their conversations made him feel seen in a way nothing ever had before. Plus, there was her ridiculously cute accent... and her curvy little body. He justwanted to sink his hands into the ample curve of her ass, hold all her softness against him, and kiss the daylights out of her... but he couldn’t. No. He wouldn’t cross that line, no matter how tempting she was.

Still, he shouldn’t have acted that way.

By the time he calmed down, Winnie was asleep. He carefully laid her in the bed and started downstairs. When he rounded the corner to the kitchen, Natalie was leaning against the kitchen counter. Her arms were crossed, hoisting up her perfect tits... which he would not look at. The look on her face said it all. She was still pissed. And she had every right to be.

“Nata—”

“No. Sven. Let me say this. I’ll work here. I’m a good nanny, and I love working with Winnie, but we need some boundaries, especially if I’m going to live here.”

Sven nodded.

“I’ll be a professional in this house, but you don’t have a say in who I hang out with outside of this house.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He moved closer to her. Even when she was angry, he was still drawn to her. “I was out of line. I just know how the guys can be.”

“Okay. I’m going out to the pool house. Do you need me for anything else? I managed to turn on the intercom, so you can just let me know when Winnie wakes up. I’ll get her dinner.”

The anger radiated off her. While he didn’t like that, she was pissed at him, and there was something about her all riled up like this that made him smile. Although he knew better than to let that smile show.

“You go relax. I got Winnie.”

She nodded and turned to leave out the patio.

“Why don’t you let me cook dinner tonight as an apology for being a ... What did you say? Baboon’s ass?” he said, imitating her accent.

She bit back a smile.

“Still friends?” he asked as a joke, even though he was serious.

Her gaze softened before she nodded and disappeared out the back door.

He sat on the couch and turned on a hockey game as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, and of course, it was his dad.

Peter Olsson: I’ll be watching tomorrow. Have you been doing the drills I told you about?

He slipped his phone back in his pocket.

He had trainers and coaches, so he didn’t need to listen to his dad. His feelings towards his father were morphing from a hurt little boy to something more substantial, but he still didn’t quite know how to process those feelings.

Later that night, he had Winnie in her high chair. He’d already fed her, and now she was there with a tray full of toys and Cheerios. Sliding open the door, he made his way to the pool house. He knocked on the door, and he ignored the way his heart stuttered when Natalie slid open the curtain.

She opened the door, and the urge he had to sweep her into his arms and kiss her was there, but he pushed it back.

“Dinner’s ready,” he said.

“Good, I’m starving.”

He led her back into the house, where he had the table set with Ceasar salad and chicken parmesan.

“Wow, this looks so good.”

“Well, don’t sound so surprised I can cook.”

“I see that. It smells delicious.”

Her compliment warmed his heart more than it had any right to. He was starting to think he was in trouble where shewas concerned. When she had come, he had been lost in the way everything had gone down with Winnie’s mother. But now that things had settled in and they’d been working together for a while, he was starting to develop deeper feelings. Which was probably the reason he lost his shit earlier.

“Do I need to feed Winnie?” she asked.

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