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"Of course.That's what I'm here for."

Chapter Seven

Fletcher

Jennifer smiles at me sweetly."Take a nice long shower, Fletcher.The children and I could use more time together to get to know each other better.I'd love to learn all about their likes and dislikes, what they do in school, all that important stuff."

"That's very thoughtful of you, Jennifer."

"All part of my job."

My brows lift."None of the previous nannies or babysitters would do anything of the sort."

She shrugs."I believe in building relationships so I can understand what children need.They'll feel more secure when they're heard and understood."Jennifer smiles."Besides, I'm genuinely curious about them.They seem like wonderful kids."

Her directness catches me off guard.Most nannies say what they think parents want to hear, not what they actually believe.I stare at Jennifer for a moment too long, admiring how she stands her ground with quiet confidence."That's refreshing, Jennifer.Thank you."

"Now please, go, take your shower."She all but shoves me away while smiling sweetly."We'll be fine down here."

I nod and trudge upstairs, my mind still replaying that impulsive kiss from earlier.The memory of it follows me into the bathroom as I strip off my work clothes and step under the hot spray.The water pressure is pathetic---another thing on my endless list of projects---but the spray still feels heavenly against my tired muscles.

What am I doing?I've hired a nanny who kissed me within hours of meeting me, and instead of being appalled, I can't stop thinking about it.Abouther.Those full breasts.The way she licks her lips whenever she glances at me.Oh, and I can't forget her sexy legs.I begin to imagine myself hovering over her on all fours, admiring her naked body.And then I plunge my cock deep inside her luscious body.

Bloody hell.I should not fantasize about the nanny.

While I scrub shampoo through my hair with more force than necessary, I experience a flash of insight.Fantasizing about the nanny will only ever lead to disaster.Four children, a demanding job, and now a beautiful nanny who tastes like mint and reminds me of things I'd forgotten I could feel.The rational part of my brain insists I should maintain professional boundaries.But the other part---the side that's been dormant for too long---keeps replaying the moment when her warm lips yielded to mine.

I rinse the soap from my hair and reach for the body wash.As I lather it across my chest, my treacherous mind conjures images of Jennifer's hands replacing mine.Her fingers trailing down my torso, and lower, wrapping around---

What is wrong with me?I'm getting hard just thinking about the nanny.

Faint pounding originates from somewhere downstairs.As I cup my cock with one hand, I realize the racket seems to be getting louder---and closer.

"No, Henry!"a feminine voice calls out."Your daddy is---"

The bathroom door flies open, revealing my half-naked, half-aroused self to an eight-year-old boy.Oh, bollocks.Luckily, the frosted shower door hides my erection.Quite frankly, my hard-on deflated the moment the bathroom door flew open.

"Dad!"Henry shouts as he yanks the shower door open, completely oblivious to my state of undress as I frantically grab a towel to cover myself."Jennifer said I could show you my new drawing, but she also said I should wait.But I really really wanted to show you now because it's a dinosaur eating our neighbor's cat and---"

"Henry!"Jennifer appears behind him, slightly out of breath, her cheeks pink from exertion."I told you your father was showering!"

She lifts her brows as she notices my wet, towel-covered lower body.A blush fires up on her cheeks, and for a moment, we're both frozen in an awkward tableau---me clutching a towel around my waist, Jennifer standing in my bathroom doorway looking mortified, and Henry bouncing between us with a crumpled piece of paper.

"Out," I command, jabbing a finger toward the door while keeping one hand firmly on my towel."Both of you.Now."

Henry's face falls."But Daddy, my dinosaur---"

"Show me when I'm dressed."I struggle to keep my voice gentle."Give me two minutes, all right?"

Jennifer mouths to me, "I'm sorry."Then she grabs Henry's shoulders, steering him toward the door."Come on, sweetheart.Your daddy needs privacy."

But as she turns to leave, her gaze drops briefly to my chest, lingering on the water droplets trailing down my torso.Her lips part slightly, and I watch her throat work as she swallows hard.The moment stretches out between us, charged with the same electricity from our kiss earlier.Even with Henry chattering beside her, even in this ridiculous situation, I experience that same pull as if a large magnet draws us together.

Then she blinks, clearly embarrassed, and rushes Henry out of the bathroom.The door closes with a soft click, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts and cooling water.

I finish my shower quickly, scrubbing away the remnants of my workday along with my inappropriate thoughts about the new nanny---my employee.When I step out of the shower stall, I wrap the towel securely around my waist and peer at my reflection in the mirror.I look exhausted.It's the sort of weariness that comes from years of solo parenting and never-ending responsibilities.

"Pull yourself together," I mutter to my reflection."She's the nanny, not a potential girlfriend."