Page 22 of Nanny and the Bossy Billionaire

As soon as the young woman departs, Sebastian turns those charming orbs on me and says, “Please, dig in.”

We eat in silence, and I keep my eyes on my plate, knowing that looking up would mean getting distracted by him. When I push my almost finished plate to the side, Sebastian calls for dessert.

“No more, please.” I plead.

I feel like I’m going to burst out of my dress and wonder how the hell I am going to walk home.

Sebastian raises his brows questioningly at me.

“I'm full,” I explain. “So full I think I might end up waddling home.”

Callie giggles.

“Miss Donovan,” she says as she expertly wipes her lips clean. “You never waddle. You're one of the cutest teachers, and I like your hair.”

My cheeks warm at Callie's honest words.

“That's nice of you to say. Thank you.”

Callie shrugs as she picks up her glass of juice and takes a sip.

“It's the truth. You're pretty and everyone thinks so. Don't you think so daddy?” She asks her father who turns to give me a wolfish grin.

I would gladly enjoy a free fall if the ground beneath me opened, but it does not. I have to endure Sebastian's open appraisal, as if he needs to look me over to give his verdict.

“You know what, Callie, you're right. She's really pretty.”

“See?” Callie beams. “My dad thinks so too.”

“I'm glad you both share the same sentiment,” I mutter, ignoring Sebastian's open stare.

I feel, for the first time, like I have engaged in the most sexually arousing foreplay where Sebastian leisurely just fucks me with his eyes. This definitely is the strangest, most arousing thing to ever happen to me.

His gaze feels like a physical touch, running over my exposed skin. Those penetrative eyes burn holes through my clothes, making me acutely aware of the sensations that swirl in my stomach. My pulse starts racing and my breath has slightly quickened.

“Would you like some dessert, honey?” Sebastian asks Callie, his eyes filled with affection as they gaze at her.

“I am stuffed too,” Callie replies, glancing at me.

I wonder if my refusal of dessert had spurred the girl to reject it too. Being an experienced teacher, I have witnessed this quite a few times. My suspicions are confirmed when surprise flickers over Sebastian's features; it was screaming that Callie has never rejected dessert.

“You never say no to dessert.” He points out.

Callie shrugs her slender shoulders.

“I don't feel like it.”

“Very well then,” Sebastian finally concedes.

I cannot help but look over at him as I question, “Wouldn't you like to have dessert? You don't have to decline on our account.” I tease lightly.

Sebastian's answer is a little slow to come as he regards me with those eyes that have managed to smolder.

“I am in the mood for a different kind of dessert.”

I flush from the roots of my hair to my toes encased in my stilettos, and can't help but glance over at Callie, who pays us no mind.

Sebastian turns to Callie and tells her, “Why don't you have your bath and get ready for bed, honey?”

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