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Her soft body does in fact sweep by me, only coming in to contact with me for no more than a second, but it is enough to send my heart racing and my palms sweating. I clear my throat again and trail after her as she makes her way into the kitchen and starts up the coffee machine.

The way she moves through the house, it’s like she has been here a hundred times, not just once. I don’t really know what to make of it and I don’t have time to read into all of her actions or mine. She is just the nanny, an incredibly attractive one I will admit, but that is it. There is nothing special about her.

Liar.

When I snap out of my inner monologue, I notice that she is pushing a cup of black coffee towards me. I take the cup and dip my head in thanks as I greedily drink the hot liquid. It burns my tongue at first, but I gladly take the distraction so that I am not tempted to do something stupid like have my way with her right here on this damn counter.

Once my cup is empty, I place it down into the sink and walk around the island where she is currently perched on a stool. I resist the urge to touch her as I pass by, my fingers twitching to feel her silky skin against my hands. I only held her for a few seconds after I spilled my coffee all over her that first day, but she felt so good that I wasn’t confident I was every going to willingly let her go for a moment there. That was my first clue that this girl could definitely lead to trouble.

“Alright, well I am out of here. I will try to be back by 5,” I say curtly, doing my best to ignore her hypnotic ice blue eyes.

“No worries. We are good,” she smiles easily.

Despite my best efforts, I chance a look in her direction. Her smile is wide and captivating. It instantly sends blood rushing to my stiffening length as my stomach clenches. I take a subtle step to the side to hide her effect on me. It is something that I am starting to notice I have to do every time that I am in the same room as her. I give her a curt nod and turn wordlessly on my heel to high tail it out of there, adjusting myself as I get to the front door.

When I start up the car, I grip the wheel a little harder than normal as I drive towards Luca’s house. I can’t stop my mind from thinking about the effect that Tasha had on me this morning.She is intoxicating, it would be all too easy to…No.The memory of my shower quickly comes to the front of my thoughts washing the dangerous path my mind was wandering down and I am left with an insane amount of guilt and disgust.

I don’t think that Tasha has anything to do with my current behavior, I just haven’t gotten laid in a while. I would be this way around any decent looking woman. I am sure as soon as I fuck someone, all of this shit will be far out of my mind. She is a nobody, she means nothing. She is just the nanny.

Deny. Deny. Deny.

Chapter Four

Tasha

That was weird right? I mean Giovanni hasn’t been exactly sunshine and rainbows towards me, but he has never been so stiff and almost rude. He barely said 5 words to me. This morning he didn’t seem like his normal serious self as much as, well, awkward. When he opened the door, he just stared at me, at my lips. I tried to laugh it off and just step around him as I made myself at home. I thought maybe he just wasn’t a morning person, but then he followed me into the kitchen like a zombie.

The way he watched me move through his kitchen was like I was some foreign species that he was contemplating whether he should squish me under his foot or put me in a box for safe keeping. I honestly am not sure what to make of either or those scenarios.

A sleepy figure steps into the kitchen and squints at the lights.

“Morning sleepyhead,” I greet with a bright smile.

Alessandro’s eyes pop open a little wider and the sweetest smile blooms across his face. “Hi! Are you here to play?”

“All day buddy,” I say with a smile.

“YES!” He cheers as he pumps his arm into the air.

I chuckle. “Well, what do you want to do today?”

He twists his mouth up like he is taking the idea of thinking up a fun activity very seriously. Then his eyes widen as he attempts to snap his fingers. The motion is too adult like that I have to think he picked the mannerism up from his dad, which makes me laugh and smile like a freaking idiot.

“Hide and go seek!” He shouts excitedly.

“Alright,” I say as I close my eyes and start counting. I hear small footsteps thunder through the house as they pitter up the staircase. When I hit 30, I smile and take off towards the stairs.

We spend the day playing every game Alessandro could think of which was honestly a total blast. I am hoping that the weather will be nicer soon so that we can actually get outside and play, but for now we have been able to have a really fun time together.

A little after 7PM I notice that Giovanni is still not home, so I decide to make Alessandro and I some dinner. I am not sure what time Alessandro goes to bed usually, but I would imagine he eats dinner around now and I am starving so it is a win-win. I scrounge through the cabinets but don’t come up with much. There are some canned and boxed foods but nothing too promising for a healthy meal.

“What do you normally eat for dinner?” I ask Alessandro as I check the fridge and pantry again.

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Papa doesn’t have time to buy lots of food. Becca goes shopping sometimes.”

“Okay. What is your favorite food?”

He shrugs again and I sigh. A box of pancake mix catches my eye from the corner of the pantry. I did also see some sausage links and eggs in the fridge. I pull the mix, sausage and eggs out and set them on the counter.

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