Page 33 of The Christmas Nanny

“Do you want the job, Christine?”

“Of course I do. But I also want to know why the hell you two are acting so strangely. And why did you send Samantha away so quickly.”

“When we return, she’ll be down for dinner, and you can get to know her then.” He waved at the guard as we passed. “The cat will stay in your suite, like we discussed. If it decides to piss all over the suite, it’ll be sent home.”

“He won’t.” I legitimately wanted to open the van door and jump out.

“Do you always wear a suit?” I asked. He looked good in a suit, and I assumed that’s why. I didn’t want to discuss Wigglebutt anymore.

“Do you always wear tight jeans to show off your ass?”

I stared forward at the oncoming traffic. I tried to remember what he was like when I joined him out on the town. I couldn’t remember a damn thing. “You do know that’s sexual harassment?” I said.

Quartermain chuckled and patted my leg, his hand strong and warm. I didn’t knock it away. I wasn’t sure why, but I didn’t. “You would lose that fight in court.” He shifted his eyes from the road to me. “I remember you, Christine. Or should I say, Karla?” He saw my look of surprise. “Oh, yes. I didn’t forget.”

“Does Stephanie know you hook up with escorts?” Score one for me.

“Does Jacob know you were an escort?” he retorted, thinking he’d scored his own hit. He had not.

“I told him. I don’t hide things from the people I care about.”

“So, you care about this man. That’s commendable.” He patted my leg again, reminding me his hand was still there. I let it stay. There was something about Quartermain, about the man. Maybe it was his confidence. Maybe it was the fact I thought he had a bigger surprise waiting. “I’m paying you a lot of money, Christine. For that amount of money, I have certain expectations.”

He was beating around the bush. “You wanting sex,” I said. “That’s why you hired me.” My heart dropped. “Wait a second. Do you know Jake Carmichael, the trauma doctor?”

Quartermain laughed and pulled his hand away. “You figured that out pretty quickly.”

“You sent him the ad. You had him share the ad with Annette.”

Quartermain nodded, proud of his scheme.

“Fuck. You used my friends to set me up.”

He pulled into the apartment complex and a parking place in front of my building. He removed his hand from my leg and got out. I opened my door and followed.

“When I’m done paying for your services, I expect you to be in your own house.” He climbed the stairs to my apartment like he’d been there before. I guessed that he had. And what services was he buying?

At the apartment door, since he already had my keys, he opened the door and walked in. I watched him remove his suit jacket and place it over a kitchen chair. He shook his head, the apartment not meeting his high standards.

“I like it,” I said.

“You like it because it’s all you can afford.” He sat on the couch and frowned at Wigglebutt entering from the bedroom.

I closed the door and went to the bedroom, glancing back to see if Charles followed. He did. He began removing his tie, and I froze.

“You think you’ll walk into my apartment and bedroom and get undressed?”

He hung his tie on the doorknob and began removing his shirt. “I saw the way you looked at me, Christine. I remember the things you did for me years ago. That’s why you’re getting the job.”

“Is the job to nanny your daughter or you? And You’re almost twice my age.”

He chuckled. “I’ve got fifteen years on you. That’s not twice your age. And I don’t remember you complaining ten years ago when you had your legs wrapped around my head.” He saw the surprise on my face. “So you do remember.”

How could I forget? Of all the men I “dated,” he was the only one who took time to please me before I satisfied him. He did things with his mouth I didn’t think possible.

Charles closed the space between us in three short steps. There was nothing wrong with our age difference, and unfortunately, I found older men far more attractive than younger men. He put his hand beneath my chin, and my knees weakened. I couldn’t pull away. I didn’t want to pull away, even knowing I cared about Jacob.

“The job is to do whatever I pay you to do.” His lips were warm against mine, and I felt his cock against my stomach. His green eyes prevented me from moving. “You are a Christmas present I’ve given to myself.”

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