The things he could do to her body would drive her insane with pleasure.
Wayne didn’t call her back. He waited until she was out of sight and finished off his meal.
For the first time in his apartment he felt real loneliness. Timothy was settled and asleep. The nanny wasn’t trying to impress him or get him into bed.
In fact, he wanted to get Temperance into bed.
He wanted to drive his cock so deep inside her, hold onto those luscious hips and fuck her hard.
No woman had ever made him feel like this, especially a woman who didn’t even show the barest hint of any kind of reaction to him.
She always looked so calm, so collected.
His wealth didn’t impress her, nor did his status of being the owner of multiple companies. She’d even defended her damn friend.
Finishing his food, he cleaned the dishes and grabbed the contract on the way down to his room.
Temperance’s room was closed, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Timothy’s room.
He wasn’t as cold and unfeeling as everyone seemed to want to paint him. He didn’t want Timothy in his life because he wasn’t the boy’s father. Not only that, but he didn’t have the first clue how to take care of a child. Look at what he’d done to him so far. Dumped him in a room that had absolutely no character, and he couldn’t even get the boy to talk to him. Temperance knew kids. She understood them, and already this little boy thrived in her care.
Wayne stared at the sleeping boy, and something twisted in his gut. To be a good businessman he’d learned the art of being cold, of being a beast so no one could get beneath the ice inside him.
Women had tried to trade secrets between the sheets, and he wouldn’t do it.
It was why he kept them blocked firmly in the pleasure zone, and business and pleasure never mixed in his world.
Closing Timothy’s door slowly, he made his way to his room.
The boy had complicated his life in more ways than he liked to think about.
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For five nights in a row the same routine happened. Wayne came home late, they’d talk a little, she’d hand him his meal, and when the silence became a little too uncomfortable for her, or his stare began to heat her up, Temperance would go to bed. Attraction wasn’t something she’d ever experienced in her working environment, and she didn’t want Wayne.
He was a cold man, and a harder businessman from what all the news reports said.
The tale of his child had magically disappeared from the internet, but it still lingered. She found herself careful whenever she took Timothy out just in case someone watched them.
She wasn’t used to the media following her or the children out. Whenever their parents went, she was used to that, but the media always left her alone.
Timothy was a dream to take care of. Such a beautiful, trusting kid, and he really made her laugh at times. Their days were spent making breakfast, cleaning his room, then trashing his room as they played. She’d also implemented some pre-school work for him to do. When his work was finished, she took him out to the local park for him to have a run around. She never spoke to anyone unless she knew it was a parent.
Rules were made for a reason, and even though Wayne came across as a completely cold person, she had no intention of breaking any of his rules.
As she lay in bed, her thoughts drifted to Wayne.
She hadn’t liked the man to begin with.
His coldness she’d hated more than anything. Still, she didn’t like how he seemed to be gone before Timothy woke up, and always home after he was asleep.
She wondered if he didn’t want to get too close to him because they weren’t related. She believed him when he said there was no way Timothy belonged to him, or that he was Timothy’s father.
Something had gotten seriously messed up. At least Wayne had cared enough to find a nanny for him. Timothy had told her what some of the nannies had said to him, and been mean because he couldn’t do everything.
It broke her heart to see children think they were failures just because an adult hadn’t thought about what they were saying.
She was supposed to be looking for a new job, yet all she was doing was getting closer to little Timothy. It didn’t take much to win her over, and with his drawings and his kind heart, he’d done it.
Catherine Thompson had sent her a text that day, asking if she would consider returning to work.
All it had taken was a week with Robert’s kids, and their stepmom wanted to admit defeat.
Temperance hadn’t responded to the message.
Rolling over, she tucked her hands beneath her head, and for the first time she did feel lost.