Page 3 of Nanny and the Beast

Her entire demeanor shifts. Her face hardens before she turns away from me.

“It was a car accident,” she says.

The entire town knows about the car accident. An early morning jogger found the car. It was damaged beyond repair, but there were no bodies found. The case mystified even the police.

One of the two people in the car was Seraphina Sinclair, Klaus Sinclair's sister.

“Were the?—”

“Please watch your step here,” Helena says, cutting me off. The floor beneath me has been freshly mopped.

I take the hint. She doesn’t want to talk about the accident.

The rest of our walk is in silence.

She leads me down what feels like a maze of corridors before stopping in front of one of the doors.

“This is Mr. Sinclair’s office.” She knocks once before pushing the double doors open for me.

The atmosphere here is even darker than the rest of the house. There’s a chill in the air that I feel all the way down to my bones.

My eyes immediately land on the man.

He’s sitting in a wingback chair like a king on his throne. He’s shrouded by shadows. I can’t make out his face, but I can tell he’s much bigger than the average man. In fact, he’s enormous.

The doors shut behind me.

I’m all alone with Klaus Sinclair, the master of the house.

“Have a seat, Miss Turner,” he growls.

His voice feels like electricity passing through my body. I have a strange impulse to bolt. Everything about him feels dangerous, yet it only heightens my curiosity.

I walk toward him. The light kisses the lower half of his face. I make out a square jaw covered in thick, dark stubble.

“Hello, Mr. Sinclair.” I extend my hand toward him.

His lips curl with disgust, like touching me is something that’s beneath him.

My heart pounds in my chest as I drop into the armchair before him.

There’s a whole table between us, but it doesn’t do anything to calm my nerves. Some primal part of me tells me that he’s a predator. And I’m his next meal.

I lean forward to hand him my résumé.

He hisses through his teeth. I can’t see his eyes, but I feel his gaze on my body. I realize that the top two buttons of my blouse have come undone, revealing more skin than I intended. I feeltoo self-conscious to fix it in front of him, so I leave my papers on the table between us and sit up straighter.

I can’t stop my nipples from pebbling under his gaze, though.

“Leave,” he barks. “Now.”

There’s a lethal edge to his voice that makes me freeze.

“You haven’t even seen my?—”

“I learned everything I need to know about you,” he says. “You’re dismissed.”

What the hell?

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