Page 82 of Tempt

Sure, he gave me a job I love and a place to stay.

He also happens to be wicked sexy and good in bed and protective.

But just because I appreciate all that Daniel has to offer doesn’t mean we’re going to be pulling a Liv and Sawyer and shacking up for real.

When we get back to the house, it’s nearly noon.

Andy’s over the moon, full of carbs and bubbling with happiness. He’s got a playdate this afternoon with Bea, and the second we’re inside the door, he runs to gather his things.

“I can take him. If you trust me to drive your truck,” I offer.

“No.” My brows lift and he grins. “Yes, I trust you with my truck. But you’re off the clock.”

Maybe I’m the only one blurring the lines and compartmentalizing is easy for him.

I turn away to hang my bag on the hook by the door. “Right.”

He catches my wrist. “I appreciate the offer, but I’d like to take him. I guess it’s good to see him after he’s back from his grandparents. I enjoy having time without him, but at the same time, he’s everything I have. A little distance is good and a lot feels wrong.”

It’s a reminder of how his priorities differ from mine. He has to think about another human being all the time. Sure, I make sure Andy gets to and from school plus dinner if Daniel’s running late, but outside of that? I’m giving myself fist bumps for washing my hair in the morning.

“You know how much he’d love you if you got him a bunny,” I tease.

“Uh-huh. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that punishment.”

“After you get back?”

But instead of moving closer, he pulls away, a determined glint in his eye.

“Go out with me tonight.”

I couldn’t be more surprised if he asked me to run off to Costa Rica with him.

“Like a date? You don’t date. Neither do I.”

His touch skims down my arm. “We slept together, Kat. It was the hottest night I can remember. Unless I completely misread things, you enjoyed it too.”

A little shiver of pleasure follows where he’s touching me. I’m a good actress, but we both know I wasn’t faking it.

His eyes fill with pure male satisfaction. “I want to know more than your first and last name.”

“Rosalind.”

“Huh?”

“My middle name. It’s Rosalind.”

His gaze flicks past me to assure himself Andy’s still upstairs, and he lowers his voice. “So I can fuck you, but I can’t talk to you.”

A warm little tug makes my thighs tighten. “We’re talking right now.”

He sighs. “Dinner, Kat. I’m not asking you to sign your life away.”

What is he up to?

Nanny, 1. Hot Single Dad with a Secret Agenda, ???

It’s not that I hate the idea of going on a date with him. There’s a part of me that’s giddy and touched that he wants to take me out.

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