Page 45 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar
Eeep!
STOP!
Okay, ground rules. I clearly need them.
First, I’m here to nanny, not fall for the hot single dad with secrets in his eyes and a voice that makes my knees weak.
Second, that’s all. Really.
Do not fall for the boss. Period.
Totally fine.
I’ve got this.
Probably.
Maybe.
Chapter 13
Tamare
It’s been a few days since that night.
You know—the soul-melting, symphony-in-my-head, earth-tilting, body-ruining hookup that was supposed to be anonymous.
No names. No strings.
Just two strangers crashing into each other under the stars like horny comets.
Only—surprise!
He’s my boss.
Yeah. That boss.
The one whose lap I rode like it was my final destination on earth.
The one I ran from like a thief in the night—pantyless and panicked—because I thought I was protecting myself from the messy entanglements of feelings.
Fast forward to today, and Dane Alistair—sex god, single dad, and my very professional employer—hasn’t said a single thing about what happened.
Which is great. Totally. Awesome.
A blessing, even.
Because living here under his stupidly gorgeous roof, sleeping one hallway away from the man who quite literally shattered my world with his tongue alone, could have been awkward as fuck.
But no. He’s calm. Cool. Collected.
Meanwhile, I’m the one hyperventilating every time he leans over the kitchen island to grab a coffee mug.
The one whose knees go weak when he brushes past me in the hallway, all muscles and cologne and “Morning, Tamare.”
The one silently screaming: Why did I run?!
Right. Because I’m an adult.
