Page 48 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

“Every now and then won’t hurt,” I say, heading to the living room.

Matias installed a new TV in the living room, just like he promised. I scoot a few chairs over, toss the cushions from the couch on the floor, and hurry to my bedroom to grab pillows.

That’s when I notice a folded-up piece of paper on my nightstand. My name is written in cursive on the front, and with a held breath, I grab the paper.

Tucking a pillow under my arm, I exhale as I open the torn paper with perfect handwriting.

“Sweet Sophie,

You gave me the best night of my life. I understand why you needed space. Please know, I want last night to happen again, again, and again. Don’t wash the sheets. There’s something very special about them I want to keep. Have a good day, Sophie. I’ll be seeing you later.

-M”

“Something special?” I whisper, confused about what he would mean.

I tug off the blanket, searching for what he is talking about when my eyes land on small red dots. It’s nothing significant. I wouldn’t have noticed if he didn’t say anything.

I gasp when I realize what they are.

He wants to keep the sheets. I don’t know if that’s disgusting or flattering.

I’m leaning towards kind of hot. Does that mean something is wrong with me?

Grinning, I leave the sheets as is, just like he wants, and grab the other pillow to take it into the living room.

Ella is there, putting blankets over the chairs and couch.

“It’s coming together. It looks great Ella. Have you thought about what you want to watch?”

“I want to watch all the Ice Age movies.”

“Oh, I love those movies. My favorite character is the squirrel. I think he’s so funny.”

She giggles. “Me too!”

“Here are the pillows. I’ll make the popcorn.” I tuck the note into my back pocket, keeping it safe so I can read it whenever I want.

With a pep in my step, I prepare all the goodies while the popcorn is popping.

I bring over the bowls of gummy bears and skittles. The microwave beeps and the smell of popcorn fills the room.

It’s okay to have popcorn in the morning, right?

Well, rules are made to be broken.

I hiss as I tear open the bag, the steam hot and slightly burning my fingers. “Damn it,” I groan.

“You said a bad word!”

“No, I didn’t! I said, darn it!” I’ll have to practice my language now that I’m a full-time nanny.

The TV blares way too loud as Ella starts the movie. I let it go because playing movies too loud is always fun. Tossing a piece of popcorn into my mouth, I head to our fort.

Chapter Eleven

Matias

“What the hell are we waiting for?” I say, getting more annoyed by the minute. We were supposed to meet our distribution team half an hour ago at the West dock, and they have yet to arrive. I don’t like being kept waiting, and an example will have to be made if they take any longer.

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