Page 10 of The Forbidden Sitter
Fuck, yes, the sweet little thing would curse, even though I was sure the word would never leave her lips outside our bedroom. She’d be a saint in front of others, saving her naughty sexual side only forme.
I stared up at the ceiling, barely starting down from my high when my cell rang. “Gannon,” I answered the call without looking at who wascalling.
“Hi, Mr. For—uh,Gannon.”
I jolted with another spasm of unexpected pleasure at hearing her sweet voice. “Hi, Brooke. Everything allright?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. You sound winded. Is Braiden wearing you outalready?”
I grabbed a pillow and muffled a hungry groan in it, desire already rising in me again at how sexy that sweet, innocent voice sounded. “Yeah, he’s a little rascal We were, uh, playingtag.”
“I just wanted to call before I leave town. Do you or Braiden need anything from town? I mean, like does he have milk and pull-ups or diapers or whatever he’swearing?”
How damn sweet isshe?
“Oh, that’s a great idea. I know we have milk. Um, I don’t know about the pull-ups or diapers. His mother just gave me him and nothing else. I did have my personal shopper bring some clothes for him earlier today. Do you know if he has a diaperon?”
She chuckled a little. “Mr. For—Gannon, have you not even looked to see if he has on underwear or adiaper?”
I got up and started cleaning myself up. “No. How do I dothat?”
“Just pull the back of his little shorts out a bit and see if he’s got on underwear or adiaper.”
“Oh, yeah. I saw like some white, thick fabric when we were running around. Is that adiaper?”
“Pull-Ups at this age, more likely, but who knows. Okay, I’ll pick up some stuff. I don’t suppose you know if he takes a bottle at night, do you? You know, to help him fall asleep,” she added, before I could askwhy.
“He didn’t need one just now to fall asleep,” I remarked. “So maybe he doesn’t useone.”
“Asleep?” she asked, sounding confused. “I thought you guys were just playing. That’s what had you all out of breath,right?”
Shit …
“Yeah. Um, well I told him to go sit and watch cartoons, and he did, and he fellasleep.”
“Huh. I guess it makes sense. The poor little guy’s worn out after everything. I’ll grab some stuff and then head over there. Brad helped me pack my carup...”
“Okay. See you soon, Brooke.” I ended the call, then beat my head against the wall, glaring down at the rampant evidence of my desire for my new nanny. “Stupid. Stupid.Stupid.”
Then a little voice sobbed just down the hallway and I was forced to pull my act together, pull some clean pants on, and go comfort my small, scared son, patting his back and singing, really not knowing what I was doing, but giving it my best. That was what counted, right? That I wastrying?
Chapter6
Brooke
Unpackingin my new bedroom a couple hours later, I couldn’t help but look out the large windows that overlooked the back part of the vast property. More tall trees spotted the hilly terrain, and I could see it all through the creamy sheercurtains.
A light knock had me turning to see who was at my partially-closed door. And there was my handsome new boss, carrying my adorable new job in his strong arms. He might have been a new father, but he looked like he was meant for thejob.
“Comein.”
Gannon put the little boy down, and he briefly clung to his father’s leg before starting to curiously look around my new livingspace.
I took out the little firetruck I had bought for him when I stopped at the store to pick up the diapers and wipes. “Come here, Braiden.” I smiled and crouched down. “See what I have foryou.”
Without an ounce of shyness, he made a B-line for me and the toy I held out to him. I got on my knees to get on his level. He took the toy out of my hand and looked it over, then his eyes went to mine and his tiny arms went around my neck as he huggedme.
I smiled in total surprise and hugged him back. “Hi, sweet boy,” I murmured, kissing his hair and then his plump cheek. “I know you’ve had a really rough day, but we’ll make it better,” I promised him, sitting back and showing him how to push the tiny truck back andforth.
