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She straightens her spine, meeting my stare head-on. Unexpected. "Of course, Mr. Romano. I'm here for Matteo, nothing else."
Bold little thing. The barest hint of a smile tugs at my mouth before I banish it. "Matteo is the sole focus. You'll be at his beck and call, tending to his every need. I expect your undivided attention on him."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Conviction rings in her tone. "Childcare is my top priority."
Admirable, but she's naively unaware of the dark undercurrents in this house. In me.
I close the distance between us, catching the hitch in her breath when I invade her space. The scent of vanilla and something uniquely feminine invades my nostrils.
"One more thing." My voice is a low purr. "In this house, my word is law. Defy me..." I trail off, letting the unspoken threat hang in the air.
She tips her chin up fractionally, defiance sparking in her eyes. "I don't scare easily, Mr. Romano. And I never back down from a challenge."
Arousal courses through me, fierce and sudden. I want to snap that pretty neck. I want to bury myself inside her until she screams my name.
I do neither.
"Good." I give her a smile devoid of warmth. "Matteo's room is upstairs, third door on the left. Get to work, Ms. Johnson."
She nods, grip tightening on her bag as she walks past me.
Once she's gone, I turn to Marco, eyebrow arched. "Thoughts?"
He shrugs. "Nurturing type. Good with kids. Bit of a spitfire, though."
My eyes gleam, full of wicked promise. "It appears Ms. Johnson needs a lesson in submission."
One I'll greatly enjoy teaching her.
Three hours later, and I still can’t get the damned nanny out of my head.
What the fuck is it about her?
Those luscious curves…
Those full breasts…
She’s got a body on her, that’s for sure. But I’m not so shallow that all I care about is looks.
It’s something else.
Something I can’t quite put my finger on.
I grab my laptop and pull up her file because I’m no idiot. I have a full file made of everyone who enters my domain.
No surprises that way.
Dana Johnson. 24 years old. Graduated top of her class with a degree in early childhood education. Glowing references. Not so much as a parking ticket on her record.
On paper, she's practically a saint. The perfect nanny.
But I saw the flash of defiance in her eyes. The spark of challenge when I laid down the law.
Little Ms. Johnson isn't quite the innocent angel she appears to be.
And I'm just the man to uncover her secrets.
I lean back in my chair, fingers drumming against the polished wood of my desk. I should be focusing on finding Dante's killer, on protecting Matteo, on running my empire.
