Page 50 of Nanny for the Doctor

I pull out Mae’s chair as she speaks. She sits down and immediately goes for the glass of water waiting on the table.

Trying to stifle a laugh, I take my seat across from her and retrieve my napkin, spreading it across my legs.

“Order whatever sounds good. We can do an appetizer and then some steak if you’re a meat lover. The lobster is excellent if you enjoy seafood.”

“Lobster? I can’t say I’ve had much of that in my life. Maybe once while on a date that wasn’t nearly as elegant as this one.”

I quirk a brow. “So it is a date, then?”

Mae blushes, and it goes straight to my cock. “Well, yeah. This isn’t exactly a business meeting, now, is it?”

“Actually, I’ve had a few dinners with colleagues here. It’s a favorite after a grueling medical conference. And we’re talking about business, aren’t we?”

Nodding, Mae takes another sip of water. “Yes. We are.”

“So. Do you have an answer?”

“I do.” Mae pauses, and my heart beats so hard that I worry she can hear it. “I’ll come back. I love being with Henry, and if you think you can hold up your end of the bargain, I’d like to be your nanny.”

A sigh of relief rushes out, and I smile. “Oh, thank God. I was so nervous.”

“I’d say I’m sorry for making you wait, but I’m not. My last little punishment for your rudeness.”

I narrow my eyes at Mae, playfully glaring. “Fair enough. But I think I’ve taken enough licks at this point.”

“You sure about that?” Her eyes darken, a lustful haze coloring the chocolatey brown, and then Mae laughs, the sound singing through my nerves. “Okay. Sure. Lobster it is.”

I hadn’t seriously considered our little tryst, being too preoccupied with ensuring Mae would return as my nanny. Still, I knew we’d fall back into each other if she agreed.

Mae is too sublime for me to ignore, not after all these years of being curious or my very real memories of just how spectacular she tastes.

“Good evening, Monsieur. Mademoiselle. I’m Claude, and I will be your server tonight. I’ve requested fresh bread for the table. May I get you anything else to start off your meal?”

“Yes. Could we please have an order of the black truffle and parmesan baguette bites and the oysters?”

“Oui, Monsieur. Excellent choices. Will you be having wine this evening?”

I look to Mae, and she nods. “Sure. Yes. Um, red, please. I’m not a big fan of white.”

With a smirk, I nod at the server. “A bottle of the 2015 La Landonne, please.”

“Very well, Monsieur. I will send the sommelier to the table and return for your entrée selections. Bon appetite.”

The meal is fantastic as always, and throughout dinner, Mae and I relax, chatting about hilarious ER stories and some of the worst offenses she’s seen from the kids she’s nannied for.

“It was everywhere. I couldn’t get to all of it by the time their parents got home, and man, was it fun explaining to them why there was Marshmallow Fluff on the ceiling.”

“Wow. I feel incredibly lucky that Henry hasn’t done anything like that. Though there were definitely times when I’d come home to find his mom and him up to something ridiculous. I remember a time they turned the upstairs sink blue.”

“With what?”

“Food coloring. It also got all over Henry’s hands. Science experiment or something.”

Mae smiles, sipping her wine and closing her eyes as she enjoys the taste. She’s been doing it subconsciously every time she drinks, and it’s adorable.

“Mmm, that makes sense. Henry does seem to love science. He’s got a fair coming up, if I recall.”

“Yeah, I think I saw the form in his backpack.”

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