Page 10 of Billionaire and Nanny Secret

Was he cocky? Yes. Did he have a reason to be so? Yes. But Ezra was a different breed. He knew that he was an attractive, desirable man, but I’d never seen him use that to his advantage or to manipulate women. Then again, I didn’t see him that often. Who knew what he did in his free time?

I’d met his brother Klaus, once. The two were like water and fire, but Klaus had his own set of charms and was nice to look at in his own way. Was he on the same level as Ezra? I didn’t think so, but I could understand why so many women found themselves wanting to get into his bed.

And he was quick to tell me that Ezra had his own fair share of women. I swallowed, remembering the conversation. Back then, I’d tried to just tune him out, but now I found myself wondering why he’d told me. To make himself look better, or because, perhaps, he was trying to tell me something.

Did Ezra want me?

There was no way, and I knew the thought alone was enough to get me in trouble. But then, what was this? What were we doing, right now? And why was there so much chemistry between the two of us? I could almost feel it zapping around us, and if I could feel it, I knew that Ezra felt it as well.

“Turn around,” he instructed me, and I felt the words throughout my entire body. My teeth bit into my bottom lip, and I let out a deep breath. If I turned around, I knew that this was going to change the way that I perceived him. All of this time that I’d fought against seeing him as anything else than my boss would have been wasted.

I couldn’t deny that it was what I wanted, too. How many times had I been left to wonder what he looked like underneath his shirt? I knew that he was in shape, but having a mental image and seeing the real deal were two entirely different things.

And wasn’t he offering me a free pass?

“Quinn,” he said my name in a demanding tone. I could tell that his patience was wearing thin. If I didn’t do what he asked, he would be upset at me. Besides, why was I fighting so hard for something I wanted so badly?

“I told you to turn around,” he reminded me. “Look at me.” His voice was rough and husky, filled with sex. How was I supposed to deny him what he wanted when he sounded like that?

I could feel my heart rapidly beating against my chest, as I turned around to face Ezra. For a moment, my eyes only looked into his.

“Look at all of me, Quinn.” I was so confused about where all of this was coming from, but I didn’t say anything. His permission was all that I had needed to allow my gaze to find his naked chest.

My heart constricted, and I wondered how a man could be this attractive. I couldn’t stop myself from completely devouring him, and Ezra hardly seemed to mind. When my eyes went back to his, he was staring at me with a hard expression on his features. Had this been some kind of test? If it had, I had most certainly failed.

The longer that he went without saying anything, the louder my heart seemed to sound, as it pounded against my chest. I had never been a patient person, and now that was showing. I was biting so hard into my bottom lip, I was sure that I could taste my own blood, yet that didn’t stop me.

“Why are you blushing?” Ezra asked, finally breaking the silence.

I hadn’t even noticed the heat in my cheeks, but I wasn’t surprised. How was I to be expected to act unfazed? That was impossible when it came to him. I cleared my throat.

“I don’t know.” It was the best answer that I could give him. If I told him that I found him attractive, I was sure that my job would be ripped away from me.

“Are you lying to me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at me as if that was the last thing he’d expect from me. And I understood that. If there was one thing that I wasn’t, it was a liar. It was why people trusted me so easily and as much as they did.

“No,” I answered, my voice shaking, ratting me out. The air was filled with the smell of the lasagna that I’d just made, so I was determined to use that as a way to make Ezra let me go. I’d already taken it out of the oven, so I knew that I couldn’t say it was burning. But I knew what I could say.

“Paige is waiting for dinner, so I should probably serve her. I’m sure she’s hungry since she didn’t get her snack today.”

I breathed rapidly while I waited. Ezra narrowed his eyes at me ever so slightly, before nodding his head and gesturing for me to leave. I was more than happy to oblige, letting out a deep breath and scurrying away. I was surprised that he hadn’t fired me on the spot.

I wasn’t going to question his decisions.

When I made it back to the kitchen, Paige had cleaned up all of her work herself, and she was playing on the iPad her father had bought her. I took it from her and held it up.

“No games before dinner,” I reminded her. “You know how much your father hates that.” It was another one of his infamous rules.

She pouted. “Fine.” Paige let out a little sigh. “Is it time to eat?”

“As soon as your dad gets in here.”

“Okay.”

She settled at the kitchen table while I made her plate, unable to stop my mind from wandering through the events that had just happened where Paige’s father was concerned. After making all of the plates, I set them down around the table before taking my seat across from Paige.

I can’t stop thinking about Ezra in the workout room. How could one man be so dang attractive? I knew that these thoughts should be far away from my mind, but I couldn’t stop them. And I hated to admit it, but I didn’t want to, either. I didn’t want to think about anything else.

For so long, I’d been doing so well not to picture him in an unprofessional way. All of that work was gone down the drain. I would never be able to not see the sweat beading on his forehead and dripping down his chest. Those rock hard abs and rippling muscles. What I wouldn’t give to see them again.

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