12
Moreno
Hitman? Did she say she thinks I kill people for a living? I’m tired, but I didn’t imagine her question.
The girl wreaks of trouble.
Fuck.
Yes, I’ve killed men, but it’s not like I signed up to murder a snitch. It’s part of the responsibility of being a second to Dante.
Not that the pretty little nanny needs to know any of that. It’s better if she’s kept in the dark. It’s safer for her and my family.
“Where are we going?” Paige asks again, and this time there’s a quiver in her voice.
“I told you, drinks.” It’s not like I drink. I stay away from liquor, but I’m used to being Dante’s chaperone. At least when he used to go out and pick up pretty girls. That was before he met Nikki and knocked her up.
I won’t make that same mistake.
Not that Dante isn’t happy, he’s madly in love with the girl he slept with, but it was against his better judgment to sleep with the daughter of his enemy.
I’ve at least got a little class.
I don’t plan on bedding the nanny.
I glance at her out of the corner of my eye and then return my attention to the road. The car feels stuffy, and although I’ve already loosened my tie, it doesn’t do enough to chill the vehicle down.
“Are you always this cryptic?” Paige asks.
The quiver is gone from her voice. Her hands are positioned in her lap. She looks calm and collected.
Is it an act?
Can she see right through me and the kind of man that I am?
“Comes with the job of working for Dante,” I say, and laugh under my breath. She has no idea of the secrets I’m forced to keep.
“Like I said, cryptic.” She stares at me, and I feel even warmer under her scrutiny.
Tonight was about putting her on the hot seat, not the other way around. How the hell did she manage to tangle my insides into a knot?
It had to be the simple fact that she looked hot in that outfit.
Maybe I should have let her wear sweatpants and a t-shirt out tonight so that I wouldn’t be undressing her with my mind.
I haven’t been laid since Serene’s passing. Sleeping with any other woman felt wrong, like betraying my wife.
But she’s dead, and I’ve been a miserable bastard for far too long.
I want just one taste of the sweet forbidden fruit.
Paige is off-limits. She’s my daughter’s nanny, but that doesn’t stop me from enjoying being around her. And imagining what it would be like to kiss her, touch her, and drive my cock inside of her.
“We’re almost at the place,” I say and pull off the main road for a nightclub. It’s low-key for the middle of the week without too many patrons.
Perfect.
Dante owns quite a few clubs and bars in Breckenridge and outside of town. I opted for the more elusive and classier location, Spring Valley. Paige strikes me as the kind of girl who likes to be wined and dined.