Page 102 of Worst Nanny Ever
“Now, drink some of that Pedialyte so we can both go to sleep.”
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” he says, trying to get up.
I wrap a hand around his thick bicep. “Nope. Not happening.”
His gaze darkens. “I’m not going to letyousleep on the couch. This is my screwup. You might as well sleep in here anyway. The pillows already smell like you. They always do.”
“They do?” I ask, surprised. “I’ve only been in here a couple of times. But I did hide under your covers once for hide-and-seek.”
“It’s been driving me insane,” he says with a groan. He reaches for the Pedialyte and takes a swig, following it up with the Tylenol I set out for him. The satin sheet pools at his waist, showing off his chest and arms.
I swallow against my suddenly dry throat, then take the Pedialyte from him and take a big gulp, very aware that his lips were pressed there before mine. Maybe it’s the closest I’ll get to kissing him again—a depressing thought if ever I’ve had one.
I set the bottle down. “If it’s driving you insane, why do you want more of my scent all over your bed?”
“Sometimes a man wants to be driven insane,” he says thickly. “I can’t sleep anyway. Stay with me, Hannah. I won’t touch you. I’ll just dream about it.”
“Shouldn’t I be promising you that?” I smile at him. “You’re the one who’s compromised.”
“Stay,” he says, his gaze holding mine. “I don’t have any virtue for you to keep safe.”
I don’t believe that for a minute, but I get up and circle around to the other side of the bed before pulling the covers down and climbing in next to him.
“I thought you were leaving,” he says, shifting to face me.
“As if I’m not perfectly well aware that you’re one of those people who has a preferred side of the bed,” I say as I plump my pillow.
“What kind of maniac wouldn’t?”
“I don’t. The whole bed is mine. Why settle for less?”
He smiles at me, and there’s such hidden depths in that smile. I wish I had the ability to put it into words.
“You should never settle for less than you deserve.”
“I know. That’s why I’m working for someone who pays me an insane hourly rate for playing with a kid I’d play with anyway. You are aware that you’re basically paying me double the going rate, aren’t you?”
“You deserve it. You’re incredible. A natural with him. With everyone. Look at what you’ve done for Eugene.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I got him shit-faced, just like you.”
“You weren’t even there,” he says, giving me a small smile in return. “You may be the most badass woman I know, but I don’t think you have magical powers.”
“You say that like a man who wasn’t inside my magical pussy last night.”
Oops. Didn’t mean to say that.
He swears and rubs a hand over his eyes. “Maybe it was a bad idea to ask you to sleep in here.”
“Too late. You can’t ask me to leave now. It would be rude.”
“Pillows,” he mutters. “We need a pillow barrier. There’s at least two extra pillows we can use.”
I laugh, then laugh harder because I can tell he’s serious.
“You don’t trust me?”
“I don’t trust myself,” he says raggedly, grabbing an extra pillow from the floor and starting the barrier. I add another, our fingers brushing in a way that sends electric heat right to my magical pussy, and then we settle back into our places.
