on October 17th 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
ÔÇ£Your language skills are better than your French-braiding skills,ÔÇØ she teases as she shuts her iPad.
I pretend to be insulted. ÔÇ£So not true. I can do French braids with my eyes closed.ÔÇØ
She shakes her head. ÔÇ£Somehow, I doubt that.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£IÔÇÖll prove it to you.ÔÇØ
She tilts her head, and her hand freezes on her purse. ÔÇ£Prove it?ÔÇØ she asks quietly.
Somehow IÔÇÖve thrown a gauntlet I didnÔÇÖt realize I was tossing. I do the only natural next thingÔÇöfollow through. ÔÇ£Sure. Got one of those hair tie things?ÔÇØ
She nods slowly. ÔÇ£Yes, but . . .ÔÇØ Her voice trails off. Then she resumes the thought. ÔÇ£You really learned to French braid?ÔÇØ
I nod. ÔÇ£Hayden insisted on it,ÔÇØ I explain then study her face. Her pupils are dilated, and she blinks. Ah hell, IÔÇÖve made her wary with my remark. ÔÇ£I donÔÇÖt have to prove it. I was just teasing,ÔÇØ I say, giving her an out. Mildly flirty comments are one thingÔÇöhands in hair are another.
A small grin spreads on her face, as she dips her hand into her purse and produces a black elastic band. ÔÇ£No, I insist. You were horrible last time. Have at it.ÔÇØ
She drops to the floor, scoots over to me, and with her shoulder, she nudges my right knee.
Hello, slippery slope. Funny to see you again so soon.
Her other shoulder bumps my other knee. ThereÔÇÖs no need to thinkÔÇöI widen my legs more and let her settle in between them. IÔÇÖm seated on the couch, sheÔÇÖs on the floor, and she waits for me to braid her hair.
As I stare at her lush, blond locks, the breath escapes my lungs. For a moment, itÔÇÖs as if IÔÇÖm hovering in a state of suspended want. Like this is the real line weÔÇÖre crossing. Not me bringing her dessert, or touching the corner of her lips, or gazing at her face longer than I should. Not even sending texts about a pair of wild birds or making comments about showers and nudity.
Touching her hair.
Fuck, I love her hair.
I slide the tie over my wrist, then gather up some strands near the top of her head. ÔÇ£Confession,ÔÇØ I say in a quiet voice. ÔÇ£I watched a few YouTube videos after you taught me.ÔÇØ
She leans back, and I can feel her smile. ÔÇ£Like I said, prove it.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs on.ÔÇØ I focus on the task of separating her honey-blond hair into three sections, running my fingers through them like a comb. I lift the first strand and lay it over the middle one, then the left, gathering more hair into the next section.
After I failed at her first French braid lesson, I took it upon myself to learn. I donÔÇÖt like not being able to master basic skills. A man should be able to braid his daughterÔÇÖs hair.
And his womanÔÇÖs hair.
ÔÇ£How does it look?ÔÇØ Her voice sounds a little breathy.
ÔÇ£Like it was braided by a man who learned by watching YouTube videos,ÔÇØ I answer.
She laughs lightly and leans into me more, inching closer. My hands still for a moment. I feel like IÔÇÖm in high school again. Like I have a crush on a girl, and I donÔÇÖt know what to do, where to go next, what to say.
The thing is, I do know. I just donÔÇÖt know that I should. But I know what I want. ThereÔÇÖs no doubt in my mind. I want to touch her, to kiss her, to feel her body press against mine. Even the chance to touch her like this is intoxicating, a rush of blood to the head. Her waves of hair are soft, and they feel spectacular falling through my fingers. I canÔÇÖt picture a single thing besides running my hands through these strands as I kiss her, as I touch her, as she moves beneath me.
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THE SEXY ONE!
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Let me count the ways why falling into forbidden love is not my wisest moveÔÇª
- She works with me every single day.
Did I mention she’s gorgeous, sweet, kind and smart?
- She works in my home.
Playing with my five-year-old daughter. Teaching my little girl. Cooking for my princess. Which meansÔÇª
- She’s the nanny.
And that makes her completely off-limitsÔÇªBut it doesnÔÇÖt stop me from wanting her. All of her.
The other nannies in this city don’t call him the Sexy One for nothing. My boss, the amazingly wonderful single father to the girl I take care of every day is ridiculously hot, like movie star levels with those arms, and those eyes, and that body. Not to mention, the way he dotes on his little girl melts me all over. But what really makes my knees weak are the times when his gaze lingers on me. In secret. When no one else is around.
I can’t risk my job for a chance at something moreÔÇªcan I? But I donÔÇÖt know how to resist him much longer eitherÔÇª
**The audiobook will release the same day as the eBook on October 17th and will be narrated by
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