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So, if he’s okay riding the subway all the time, then why did he not want me to take it here today? Was he being protective? My heart flutters at the thought.
“Right this way. He’s in his office.”
The hallway has more artwork and a few pictures speckled in. The art is old and looks crazy expensive. I want to stop and look at it all, especially the photos. I see a few with Reynold in them, but Brenda is walking too fast, so I only steal glances.
She stops at a door and knocks.
“Come in,” Reynold’s deep accented voice calls back.
My heart responds to that voice by galloping in my chest. I’m nervous.Hemakes me nervous. This gorgeous man makes my body respond in ways few others have succeeded in doing.
Brenda opens the door and I walk past her. She closes it right behind me.
“Savannah,” he says.
He’s standing at his desk, holding a stack of bound papers in his hands. A movie script, I think. He closes it and drops it to the desk, which is covered in even more papers.
I take a moment to appreciate his body. He’s wearing a V-neck black shirt that might be a tad too small for him and jeans that ride low on his hips. His light brown hair looks freshly finger-combed, with a strand or two falling over his forehead.
He looks at his watch. “You’re late.”
I shrug. “Subway delays and I missed the crosstown bus. I had to wait for the next one.”
“You should have let me send my driver.”
“Aww. Were you scared I wouldn’t show up?”
“Not at all.”
“Good. Because I said I would.”
“And here you are.” He gives me a forced smile, his teeth grinding together, causing the muscle in his jaw to dance.
Oh. He’s annoyed. Why do I find it sexy?
“Let me give you a tour,” he says, and walks out from behind his desk, passing by an acoustic guitar in a stand.
Are you kidding me?Not only is he drop dead gorgeous, but he plays the guitar too? Does he sing?
Lord baby Jesus. I am being tested, and I was never good at tests.
Boundaries, Savannah. Boundaries.
Chapter 4 - Reynold
Thisisamistake.I’m far too attracted to this woman to employ her as my daughter’s nanny. But I’ve spent the past five years making responsible, logical decisions when it comes to my daughter’s life. This is the first decision where I’m letting my heart take the lead.
Okay, and maybe my dick too.
We really like her.
Did she notice me checking her out? No, she didn’t, because she was too busy checkingmeout.
She’s wearing a light pink crop top today with a cat riding a unicorn over the right pocket. Her small but ample breasts look fabulous in it. Her nipples poked through the fabric, begging to be taken into my mouth. My hands itched to skim up her thick thighs and underneath the black skirt she has on, to tear at the fishnet stockings so I can sink my fingers into her wet pussy.
Fuck.
I need to stop thinking about her, about her sweet smell filling my nose as I lead her out of my office. My hands are in my pockets to control my achingly hard dick. It leaks with pre-cum and the thought of pulling it out of my jeans and begging Savannah to take it into her mouth crosses my mind.
