Page 53 of Nanny for the SEALs

Right on time, the driver door opened. The SUV shifted as the man slid inside. I waited until he closed the door before springing forward, sliding the knife around the headrest until it was pressed firmly against my mark’s neck.

“One move and you’re fucken dead,” I warned.

The man froze, then twisted his head. “What the hell is touching my neck?” Rogan asked. “It’s warm.”

I slid over in the back seat so I could look at him, then held the knife up to my teammate’s face. “It’s a rubber knife. One of Dustin’s toys.”

Rogan’s eyes flashed with anger. “Why aren’t you scouting Amirah’s stalker?”

“Already finished. Guy’s harmless. Roughed him up a bit and put the fear of Jesus in him.” I twirled the rubber knife in my fingers, then jabbed it in his direction. “The fuck are you doing at the Four Seasons?”

It was still dark in our SUV, and the only illumination came from the dashboard lights. But I had known Rogan for a long-ass time, and I could tell by the way he clenched his jaw that he was about to lie.

“I gave Heather a ride back here,” he said.

“Yeah, an hour ago,” I replied. “You’ve been inside since then.”

“We got a drink together.”

“Was that drink hidden in her panties?” I shot back. “Because you smell like sex.”

Rogan unclenched his jaw and sagged back against the seat. “I’m surprised you can smell it on me. We took a bath after.”

I made atsk tsksound. “Sex don’t just smell like snatch and come. Sex smells likesatisfaction. And buddy, you smell awfully satisfied. The fuck are you thinking?”

“Don’t tell Asher.”

“She’s the nanny,” I scolded.

“I know.”

“You told us not to sniff around her because taking care of the kids was the most important thing.”

“I know.”

I pressed the rubber knife against his arm. “You said thatanythingthat jeopardized the nanny position…”

“I know!” he snapped, losing control for a moment. He twisted to look directly at me. “I know what I said. I meant it at the time. But I couldn’t help myself.”

I leaned back in my seat. “Giving an order and then disobeying it yourself? You never would’ve pulled this shit when we were in the SEALs.”

“We’re not in the SEALs anymore,” he said. “And what Heather and I are doing is just physical.”

He was lying again. I knew it just like I knew that Teddy Fucken Williams was the best to ever play the game of baseball. But I wasn’t gonna call him out on it. Rogan didn’t like being backed into a corner, and I was already cornering him enough as it was.

“You should be watching Amirah’s stalker,” he said, shifting gears.

“Already told you I handled it. He’s an internet troll living in his momma’s basement. Made the same threat to a dozen other actresses. When I got home and you were gone, I decided to see if you were here. And whaddaya know? You were.”

“You could have just asked me,” Rogan said quietly.

“And you would’ve lied. I like my way better.” I flipped the knife end over and. “Plus, I got to pretend to be James Bond. Fucken sweet, right?”

Rogan closed his eyes. “Don’t tell Asher.”

“No can do, buddy.”

“You know how he is. If he finds out…”

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