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It feels like it’s just us.
The nanny who’s already sleeping with the boss.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Ana
Iwake up to lips on my skin, and then a gasp.
“Shite, I fell asleep.” Darragh’s panicked voice has my heart racing.
In the gray mist of the early morning, he jets around my bedroom stark naked…until he’s not.
He roughly kisses me again, and then he’s gone, the door clicking shut like a gong.
I glance at the clock—5:15 a.m. I’m torn between wanting to sleep more and excited to start what is essentially my new life.
We made love in the shower last night, where we both got a little vocal. He made me come again in my bed and swallowed my muffled cries.
After that, we both fell into a blissful sleep from sheer exhaustion.
Sophie’s schedule runs through my mind. The nanny used to arrive at seven. Darragh had groceries delivered last night. But I don’t know what to make her for lunch.
I push away from the bed and slip on a light pair of linen pants and an oversized cotton tee with rolled sleeves.
Barefoot in the hallway, I hear Darragh in his shower. I’m dying to go in there, but I can’t risk Sophie walking in on us.
I peek inside her room, and she’s sound asleep. Snoozing away in a soft darkness punctuated by a tiny lamp with a star-shaped cutout shade that projects a sea of constellations on one wall.
How will I know to buy something like that?
It occurs to me I have nothing for this baby and only have three weeks to figure it out.
One thing at a time…
I amble down the stairs and get the kettle on the stove, assuming Darragh wants tea. While the water is heating, I check out the groceries.
My mouth waters at all the food.
Fresh fruit, yogurts, milk, eggs, lunch meats, cookies, chips, pretzels, and cheeses. In the freezer, I find some delicious-looking frozen pizzas, packages of chicken thighs, frozen broccoli, and thick cut steaks.
When the teapot whistles, I quickly move the kettle to silence it and switch off the burner.
Darragh strides into the kitchen, and I go weak in the knees at how he looks dressed in a deep blue suit and crisp white dress shirt. He exudes sharp confidence that’s sexy as hell. He’s the same man who picked me up last Friday, but my brain was a wreck. I couldn’t process how truly handsome he is.
Until he fed, clothed, and cared for me.
“Tea?” I ask, pushing that thought away, refusing to let doubt suck away my self-worth. “I figured out the strainer ball.”
“Love some.”
“Victorian English Breakfast?” I grab that jar from the shelf.
“Perfect.” He goes into the refrigerator and pulls out fruit and yogurt.
Moments later, he has the blender cranking.
“If you tell me what’s in that smoothie, I’ll make one for you every morning.”
