She walked with a sure feline glide, towards one of the two chairs in front of my desk and sank into it. “Thank you.” Her voice was soft and mysterious.
“So, tell me about yourself?” I invited, trying to keep my eyes from wandering.
“Well, there’s not that much to tell. I am a teacher by profession, but I decided that I preferred working with small children, so I became a nanny.”
“Why?”
Her enormous eyes regarded me steadily. “What do you mean?”
“Why do you prefer working with small children?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Nobody has really asked me that. I think it’s because I love their innocence. I find them honest and easy to deal with.”
“You don’t like dealing with adults?”
She shifted in her chair. “Not so much.”
“Why not?”
“Like I said. I find people often have hidden motives, and they’re not very honest most of the time.”
“So you like honesty.”
Her gaze was direct and sincere. “Always.”
“That will be all, Miss Winters.” I stood. “Thank you for your time.”
She didn’t stand from her chair. “That’s it?”
“Yes, Misha will contact you on Monday and let you know the outcome of the interview.”
Her eyes widened.
God, they were f**king beautiful. I felt my c**k twitch and come alive. I definitely made the right decision. She was far too distracting to be working in this house. I don’t need that kind of temptation.
She stood suddenly, her eyes flashing. “Why do I need to wait for Mrs. Gorev to let me know? Be honest. Just tell me I didn’t get the job. That way, I won’t have to stress about it over the weekend.”
I nod. “Very well. You didn’t get the job.”
“Why?” she demanded.
I couldn’t remember the last time anybody questioned me this aggressively. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, it niggled at my sense of absolute authority and control, but I did feel intrigued. Very intrigued. “Do you want me to be honest, Miss Winters?”
“Naturally.”
I walked around the desk, and she took a step back. The move was instinctive and told me clearly, the lust I felt wasn’t one-sided. She wanted me too. We faced each other, and I felt it instantly. We were natural born adversaries. We’d fight like cats and dogs at every turn. Even if I wanted to hire her, I couldn’t.
“Because …” I said, and shot out a hand. My movement so quick and unexpected, she didn’t even have a chance to react. I pulled her towards me and her luscious curves slammed into my body. So hard, she gasped, her mouth falling open with astonishment…and excitement. No mistaking that!
“Of this,” I murmured as my mouth crashed down on hers.
For at least a whole instant, she remained so shocked she was frozen, then she began to struggle.
I didn’t let go. I waited for the natural desire bet**en us to burst into flames.
And it did.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t what I thought it would be.
It wasn’t a fire, it was a volcano that erupted bet**en our bodies. We devoured each other, my hands sl*pped to her ass and sq***zed. It was a fine ass. I could already see it bare and my palm-print on it. I could tell she was completely and utterly lost. I could have taken her right there on my desk.
And I would have.
If I didn’t have the urgent problem of finding a nanny for little Michele. No, I’ll save this flower for later. I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. They were half-dazed with lust. Yes, she was irretrievably lost.
She blinked. Once, twice, thrice.
Then she made her own move. She stepped back, swung her arm forward, and caught my cheek in a stinging slap.
It would’ve galled her to know, I could have stopped her hand at any time from the moment she decided to do it, but I wanted to feel the violence I had aroused in her. It felt good to see her face become pale when she realized what she’d done. No one had ever caused her to lose control in that way before. The k**s was one thing. The slap. She’d never imagined herself capable of such a base thing as violence. A pulse fluttered like a bird in her throat.
I smiled.
She stared at me in disbelief for another few seconds, then she turned on her heel and walked quickly out. She didn’t bother to close the door so I watched her ramrod straight back as she crossed the music room. As she got halfway down the room, I saw a small figure sl*p out from behind the heavy curtains and approach her.
The affronted nanny came to a sudden stop.
As I watched in amazement, my niece curled her hand around Davina Winter’s middle fi**ger and looked up at her.
Oh, f**k!
Davina
Blood was rushing so fast in my veins I could feel it thundering in my ears as I stared down in amazement at the little child staring up at me. I knew immediately who she was. She was the niece, the girl I was supposed to care for. Her eyes were dark pools of some deep emotion, and yet she took the bold step of sl*pping her cold little hand into mine.
In an instant, I forgot what had happened a few moments ago. Poor little thing was suffering. I took a deep breath. No matter how I felt about her uncle, I had to be as gentle with her as I would have been with a spooked deer. “Hello.”
From a pocket in her dress, she fished out a small pad. It had a pencil hanging off it by a ribbon and began to write on it. Solemnly, she tore off the page and handed it to me.
Don’t Go
Ishook my head and looked at her sadly. Something about her tugged at my heart. It made me hate her uncle even more. “I’m sorry, but I have to go.”
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