Then she was gone, and I was alone.
It was a bad move—what would’ve happened if we hadn’t moved our hands? There was tension between us, and it had been easy to pretend it was all in my head until then. But touching her, feeling her skin against mine, made it all the more real.
My heart raced—a feeling I hadn’t known in a long, long time. My eyes on the city, I sipped my wine as I tried to put it all out of my head.
April. This was going to be more than a simple matter of her being our new nanny.
I had to resist—I couldn’t give in.
I wanted her. But I knew I couldn’t have her.
And that made my desire burn with even more fury.