Page 3 of Beau Pair
Phew. At least he is understanding about this.
“You have no idea how many families I’ve spoken to who were weirded out by my suggestion,” I say.
“Hey, I’d be a pretty bad professor if I was offended that my au pair wants to educate himself.”
“You’re a professor at Harlow U?” I ask.
Well, that I didn’t expect. Although I could see it in him now that he’d mentioned it. In fact, his tone and posture make sense now. And how he keeps changing from serious businessman to exasperated father.
Before he has the chance to answer my question, the monitor at the end of the table blasts with crying, and Gordon reaches for it.
“What do you say? Ready to meet a grumpy two-year-old?” He smirks, and I have to take a deep breath and will my boner away.
This man is sin, and taking this job would be a temptation I don’t need.
But then again, I need somewhere cheap to stay and a decent job if I’m going to make it in New Harlow, Virginia.
It was a miracle Harlow U accepted me, so I’m not giving up now that I’m in. A degree from Harlow U means more open doors and more connections than any other college in most of the surrounding states.
My mama didn’t raise no quitters.
So if I have to live with temptation, so be it.
Besides, some temptation never hurt anyone. Especially when it looks like a silver fox and talks like a firm daddy.
