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The farthest I'd go with a stranger at a club was kissing. But him… everything in me wanted to please him. Then… and now. The way everything in my head wanted to do the exact opposite.
Honestly, it was becoming a battle between my body and my brain. I knew what was at stake. I was betraying my father's trust, not to mention my professionalism.
So why wouldn’t I be logical and yield to my medulla? Why did it have to be so hard to understand risk and abstain? Why−
“Why are you here?” I almost had a whiplash from how fast I turned my head. My breath hitched when I saw her− the lady from yesterday. His sister.
Tanned hands held the door open. And her blue eyes held mine in an indecipherable gaze. I didn't know whether to sit or stand. I now saw that it was a family thing. The aura of power and dominance.
Just sit and maintain your cool.
Perfectly carved brows arched at me. In this short period of staring, I let my mind run through all possibilities.
She wanted to sue me for being unprofessionally involved with her client. It’d all be over before it even started. I’d return shamefully to my father. And mother would turn angrily in her grave because she didn’t raise me to be a slut.
I was going to pass out from how long I was holding my breath when she settled her brows. “…Oh, you're the nanny too?”
Shit, girl, you almost raised my blood pressure.
“Yes, I am.” I licked my dry lips.
She tilted her head and stared at me for the longest time. Was this how she stared at other people, or was it just me?
I squirmed in my seat, again feeling slightly uncomfortable. When I thought it wouldn't end, she shook her head.
“I'm sorry. I was just wondering why Ethan decided to put you through such stress being the nanny and secretary.”
Oh?
“It isn't stress at all.” At least not that part. I shook my head slightly. “I work two, sometimes three days. I have a flexible schedule.”
When she pinned a confused gaze on me, I spoke. “It's…complicated.”
Surely, I wouldn't start explaining the antecedent to the Chief Military Officer.
“What else is?” Her gaze morphed into a questioning one. My heart rate skyrocketed. At this point, this lady would land me in the ER.
I cleaned my sweaty palms against my gown. “I don't understand.”
Instantly, she broke into a smile. “Just kidding.”
Haha. What a deadly joke. I smiled.
She strode into the playroom gracefully. The intoxicating scent of cherry mixed with vanilla filled my nostrils when she reached me.
“My name is Gwendolyn. Gwendolyn Thorne. But please don't be like that asshole, I want you to call me Gwen.”
Was the asshole her brother?
She stretched a hand for a handshake, and I accepted. When her other hand cupped the back of my palm, a diamond ring almost blinded my vision.
Married?
“It's nice to meet you, Gwen. Evie Norman.”
Her smile wrinkled the corner of her eyes this time. Up close, she looked to be in somewhere around her mid-thirties. Her hair was in a high ponytail, and I could see certain features resembling her brother’s.
They both had somewhat the same jaw and the same type of lips.
