Page 106 of Worst Nanny Ever
“Very, but you’re right, obviously.”
Smiling, I go to her. I tuck her hair behind her ear. It wasn’t sticking out or anything. I just wanted to have my hands on her.
“I don’t think I can stop wanting you,” I admit.
“Good,” she says, her lips tipping up at the corners. “What are we going to do about this?”
“I don’t know,” I say with a frustrated sigh. “Ollie needs you, and?—”
“I understand why you’re anxious about that, but I’d never walk away from him,” she protests, sounding pissed by the idea of it. “Never. Even if I wasn’t his nanny anymore, I’d still bring him to Dottie’s or to one of Sophie’s craft things. It wouldn’t matter if you and I had a falling-out and I wanted to cut your balls off. I’d still do it.”
I nod, because I don’t doubt her. It would be foolish of anyone to doubt her. I’ve never met anyone so sure of herself. So full of the need to make other people feel sure of themselves too.
“I want to see where this goes, Hannah. I…” I pause, then admit, “When I told you about the hurricane thing …”
She groans. “Can we please never talk about that again?”
I capture her hand before she can walk away. “I could tell you were going to tear my life apart, and I was resistant to that. But part of me already knew that I was going to like it. That everything needed to be undone so it could be rebuilt into something better. I wasn’t doing a lot of living before you and Ollie came along. You were right about that.” I press her hand to myheart. “I’d like to try…with both of you. But I don’t think we should do this while you’re working for me. It feels wrong.”
“Like you’d be paying me to sleep with you?” She gives me a wicked grin. “I’d be worth every penny.”
“I know that,” I say, feeling the needy ache of my cock, from the memory of being deep inside her and feeling her clench against me. “So…I think I really do need to find a new nanny. Someone he’d like.”
“Don’t you dare pull my job out from under me.” She pauses. “Not yet. You were right about a few things too. It’s not a good time for another big change for him.”
My throat feels thick with emotion, so I swallow. “We’re at a stalemate?”
“For now,” she says with a sly smile, her hand still pressed against me. “But the games continue.”
“I need to get my shit together anyway. I’m a mess.”
She lifts an eyebrow. “Lucky for you, I have terrible taste in men.”
She probably doesn’t mean for her words to affect me like they do, but they hit like a gut punch. I don’t want to be that guy. The boss who screwed her when she was supposed to be taking care of his child.
“I don’t want to be your next mistake, Hannah.”
“So don’t be,” she says, lifting her eyebrows. Her hand is still on my chest, pinning me in place, and my eyes lower to her lips. She’s got beautiful lips, a Cupid’s bow with the top perfectly curved and the bottom lush and begging for my teeth.
I lean in and kiss her once, softly, so she knows I mean it. “I want to do something for you.”
“Other than leaving money on the dresser?”
I sigh, but this is the game we’re playing, and I know my part. “I always use Venmo.”
“You don’t need to do anything for me. You already overpayme. Just figure out your shit. If you do that, you’ll be doing something for me.”
“What’s your favorite flower?”
“I hate flowers.”
“I’m going to come up with something good.”
“I look forward to seeing what you come up with,” she says with a grin.
“Your cereal is getting soggy!” Ollie calls out.
I nod toward the door. “Duty calls.”
