Wayne didn’t stay by her side after that revelation. He moved toward Timothy and she watched, feeling a lump in her throat as she watched him began to push the little boy on the swing.
He’d not even looked at her while he spoke, and she wondered if that was the first time in his life that he’d admitted that.
She glanced around the park. No one was paying them any attention, and she looked down at her feet, trying to stop the tears from filling her eyes. She had never expected him to answer, or if he did, certainly not with something filled with so much emotion. She couldn’t even think right now.
Wayne wanted love, and the truth of his childhood put several things into perspective. He didn’t know how to care for a kid.
Looking up, she watched him with Timothy, seeing how hesitant he was with the little boy.
Wayne cared, even if he didn’t think he did. Wayne cared a great deal. What he was an expert in was hiding his feelings. She wondered, not for the first time, if anyone even knew the real him.
If anyone had even taken the time to try to know him.
Once Timothy was finished on the swings, it was time for lunch, and she set up their little picnic on the ground, on a small blanket. Handing out their small bags of goodies, she smiled at Timothy, who was talking a mile a minute. He wanted to be an astronaut, police officer, fireman, and even a pirate.
“Will I be allowed on your ship, oh Captain Timothy?” Wayne asked.
“Yes. You can help me run it.”
Temperance laughed. Leave it to a child to defuse any tension that might be building. The rest of the day they went shopping, looking for some fun games to play as the weather had forecast rain. They got several movies and then headed back to the apartment.
She left Wayne and Timothy watching movies as she looked in the fridge and figured out what to cook.
“He’s out for the count,” Wayne said five minutes later as she was putting everything together for a casserole.
“He’ll wake in a little while then.” She glanced over at him, offering him a smile.
“You’re not going to mock me?” he asked.
She stopped what she was doing, turning toward him and resting a hand on her hip. “Why would I mock you?” He was still her boss, and she had to remember to keep this barrier in place, even as she wanted to hug him.
“I wasn’t just saying a damn line either.” He stepped into the kitchen. “I don’t tell lies.”
She didn’t say anything as he came close. The tips of his toes touched hers.
“I had a lot of fun today.”
“You’re sure? You seemed to be in a bit of a mood.” Her heart began to race. He was so close, and right now she couldn’t seem to shut her body off. He was the boss; she was the employee.
She was a professional.
Never in all of her nannying life had she spent this much time with anyone, nor had she wanted to.
There was something about Wayne. He seemed to need something from her.
It was why she made sure to spend a little time with him at night even though all she wanted to do was fall into bed.
They talked, and she truly believed that in everything he was honest.
He reached out, taking a stray curl and wrapping it around his finger. She wondered if other women were wrapped around his finger as easily as her damn hair.
“I don’t like being reminded of everything I don’t have.”
Had his voice gotten sexier?
They were whispering now.
His gaze was on her lips, and she knew without a doubt that it was dangerous territory.
Before she could stop him, he’d cupped her face, and his thumb ran across her bottom lip. She swallowed a moan, refusing to let it escape.
“I’m your nanny, Wayne. This crosses so many lines.”
“Have you ever crossed any lines?”
She shook her head.
“Have you ever been naughty?”
She laughed. “No.” She’d always been the good girl. She’d always done the right thing. Never had she broken any rules or been wrong in all of her life.
Her pussy was slick as his thumb teased inside her mouth.
Dangerous.
You have to stop it.
Her brain refused to work, and within seconds he had her pressed up against the fridge. She had her hands on his chest, and every part of her brain was telling her to push him away, not to let him get any closer.
Only, she didn’t push him away or shove him. No. Her hand rested on his chest, waiting, expecting something. What? She didn’t know.
Her heart continued to race. Her nipples tightened, and arousal unlike anything she’d ever felt before washed over her, demanding her to give in.
No man had ever got this close before.