“You’re playing with fire, West.” My lips tilt up in a smile, and I take a step towards him, my bare feet slapping against the warm black and white tiles. “Don’t think I’m going to be a respectful young woman who apologises and ducks out of here with blushing cheeks, because if you say things like that to me, Iwillflirt back.” My eyes drop to the prominent bulge under his towel, but I believe it's soft, which is even more intimidating. “And I’m not too sure you’d be able to handle that.”
Releasing a slight chuckle, I grab my toothbrush and stare at myself in the mirror as I get myself ready for bed, with Evan watching me from behind.
“You think I’m the one who won’t be able to handle it?” His grey eyes pierce my soul. “I beg to differ, Flo. I really do.”
“Are we still talking about flirting?” Arching a brow at him, his chuckle tells me all I need to know, and I have torip my gaze away from him and spit the frothed toothpaste out of my mouth to distract myself.
“No, trouble, we’re not still talking about flirting.” Evan stands beside me now, his eyes latched onto my neck and drifting down to the swell of my breasts, my midriff, and my long, tanned legs.
My skin flames as a smile tugs my lips. We’re in a challenge now, staring each other down. He seriously thinks I wouldn’t be able to handle him? “Well, you know you can always practice with me. I’ve offered before, and I’m offering again.”
Evan’s jaw works as he stares at me, eyes hard and storm-like. “Do you even know what you’re saying right now?”
“Yes, I most certainly do.”
“Is that supposed to be a joke, Flo? I don’t like jokes.” He steps closer.
“Take it however you want.”
Damn it, I want him to bridge the gap and just kiss me again. I’ve been craving it ever since our pity pour.
“You think you can handle practising just once, and then just leave at the end of summer?”
I gulp, eyes flitting down to his impressive V-line.
No, but he doesn’t need to hear that because we both understand this situation isn’t permanent. Children don’t stay young forever, and soon enough, Evan won’t need a nanny. So, even if I were to remain until he retires forwhatever reason, once he does, he won’t need my services anymore.
Plus, I’ve got my trip planned. My amazing trip that’s going to help me find my way in life. Help me becomeme, even though this version of myself is a version I like. I want to be her forever. I’m happy and confident, and no longer wake up dreading the day.
Evan would ruin any other man for me if we were to go there, I know it. But it would be worth it—just one night with him before I leave.
“Yes.” I’m lying, but the pull I feel towards this broody single dad is unmatched. It almost feels pathetic, how badly I want him, and makes me feel like every other nanny he’s had before who haven’t been able to keep their eyes from his chiselled body, but the only difference is, Evan looks at me the same way. Like he can’t stop himself. Like he’s fighting against something he wants so badly, but knows he can’t have.
Evan takes another step closer to me, bracing his palm on the mirror above my head. I’m trapped, but I’ve never been so happy to be caged in.
“Do you know what you do to me, Flo?”
“I have an idea.”
“Oh, do you?” He lowers his head before kissing along my collarbone, my nipples desperately poking through my purple cami top. It feels electric, as if each kiss is sending a surge of energy through my entire body.
“Is this okay?”
“More than okay,” I say on a sigh, arching into him.
“I know I said I was going to kiss you just once, but fuck me, I can’t stop thinking about doing it again.” His tongue dusts along my shoulder. “The thought of letting you go and never doing this will haunt me for the rest of my life.”
“Then do something about it, Evan.” My voice is breathy.
My cheeks ball up as I smile, and he bites at my sweet spot. My hands clench. “Shit, Evan.”
“We need to get each other out of our systems before the end of summer, Flo. I can’t go on wanting you after you leave.”
My body’s broken out into a light sweat, and the leftover steam from the shower clings to the air, wetting my skin.
“You don’t want me to stop?”
“Why the fuck would I want that? Trust me, if I didn’t want you to touch me, you’d hear about it.”
