Page 141 of The Nanny and the Hothead
“Eyes on the road, Chef,” Charlotte murmured with that look that said she knew exactly what he was thinking.
Jesus, he had to get it together! But in his defense, Charlotte Ames in a skirt drove him damn near crazy.
“Right, no ogling the photographer,” he answered under his breath.
She glanced at Oscar, still busy with his pack, then leaned across the console and pretended to adjust the air-conditioning. “Not yet.”
God help him! He was about to have a solid week alone with her. Yeah, they had to work, but he’d decided on one hard and fast rule: clothing optional. That had worked quite well for them after he’d whisked her away in the helicopter.
“Mitch,” she chided.
“Yeah?”
She lowered her gaze below his belt, then pressed her lips together, suppressing a smile as mischief glittered in her eyes. He didn’t have to look down to know what she’d discovered. Yep, he was rock-hard, thanks to the gorgeous redhead seated next to him.
“You can’t have that when we meet Oscar’s class at the camp,” she said, unable to bite back a naughty little grin.
“What can’t Dad have?” Oscar asked, zipping up his bag.
Mitch cleared his throat. Why did men do that when they had a boner at an inopportune moment? He didn’t know. And that should be the least of his concerns. He surveyed his pants. “Camping supplies,” he answered, then shifted in his seat.
“What kind of camping supplies are you not supposed to have?” Oscar pressed with a crease to his brow.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Charlotte was barely holding it together.
He observed his crotch and sighed. “A tent,” he answered, then started to count each tree they passed to calm himself down. The last thing he wanted to do was drop his kid off with a raging boner.
He could hear the comments now.
Who’s that guy with the inappropriate hard-on?
Oh, that’s Oscar Elliott’s dad.
But honestly, who could blame him? All he had to do was imagine kissing the woman, and boom! Insta-boner! It was amazing he could get anything done with her and that sexy as hell ponytail swishing around.
Focus! Get to the camp—preferably without an erection.
“Charlotte, can I look at your camera to see the picture of the meteors again? I want to look at the one where it looks like the sky is exploding,” Oscar called from the back, blessedly dropping the camping supplies line of inquiry.
“Sure, hold on a sec,” Charlotte answered as she pulled her Nikon from her camera bag. She peered at the screen, then scrolled through the myriad of photos. “Ah, here it is,” she said, passing the camera to Oscar.
“That must have been the coolest night ever!” the boy exclaimed.
But Oscar was wrong.
Labeling that night as thecoolest night everwasn’t accurate. It was more like the hottest scorcher of a night ever recorded in human history.
He may have professed his love for Charlotte in an elevator. On a scale of one to ten on places one should make such a proclamation, the six-by-six-foot box wasn’t exactly the definition of romance he’d envisioned when he’d gotten the idea to whisk her away for the evening. But thanks to Charlotte’s feisty streak and his need to let her know how he felt, that’s where it had happened.
But he’d made up for his lacking in the hearts and flowers department.
Big-time.
The truth is, by the time the chopper landed at his place in Aspen, neither had comets on their mind. Between making her call out his name in pure orgasmic bliss on the front porch, in the entryway, and on a bearskin rug in the center of the living room, they’d nearly missed the starry spectacle. By a stroke of luck, the light show started while she was stroking his cock on the second-floor balcony. They’d taken a brief intermission from screwing on every flat surface for Charlotte to grab her camera and capture nature’s splendor—and it was pretty awesome. But not as awesome as when he took her over the edge again and again as they spent the night in a state of orgasmic delirium.
“Mitch, there’s our exit,” Charlotte announced in her nanny voice. “We’ll be at the Outdoor Lab site any minute.”
That was code forget your mind out of the-gutter, mister!
