Page 63 of Make Me Swoon

Phoenix

When I first got inmy car to come to Pittsburgh, it was just supposed to be a vacation. Sure, everything that I owned was in my car already because my things were still packed from my last live-in nanny job, but I always intended on going back to Michigan.

Then I met Jameson and Faith and now here I am, standing in his kitchen as he finishes giving me a tour of his place.

Sometimes life can be so funny.

“You can help yourself to whatever you’d like,” Jameson says, motioning to the fridge and pantry.

“Thanks.”

“Um, I think that’s it,” he says, putting his hands on his lean hips and I know in that moment that this is a bad idea.

Jameson is too tempting. Never mind that he’s the hottest man that I’ve ever seen in real life with his blonde hair and brown eyes that remind me of melted chocolate. He would look like the all-American boy next door, if only he wasn’t so ripped.

Even in the plain black T-shirt and dark blue jeans, I can see how toned his body is. His muscles have muscles and standing next to him makes me feel like an out-of-shape slacker.

Although, I mean, I kind of am an out-of-shape slacker. The most exercise I get is from chasing kids around, which can be a workout all on its own. It’s obvious that Jameson is doing more than chasing Faith around though.

I look across the spacious kitchen toward where Faith is standing by the doorway. She’s holding a stuffed rabbit and it’s obvious from how worn it is that it’s her favorite. She looks so hopeful as she stands there watching me and I know that they’re both waiting for me to agree to the job.

It’s a bad idea though for a number of reasons.

Reason one. I’m already way too attached to Faith, and it’s only been a few days. Leaving her to go back to Michigan or for my next job is going to hurt, so maybe it would be better to just turn it down now.

Reason two. I can’t stop thinking about Jameson and his body. I want him and that is a definite problem.

Reason three is this house. It’s gorgeous and I can already picture myself living here. Jameson said that I can move stuff around if I want to and that I can bring in any of my furniture too. I know that he’s trying to make me feel at home here and I can’t have that.

Too bad for me, I can’t seem to say no to either of the O’Callaghan family members. Or Sylvie, for that matter. She’s so happy to have me close by again and I can’t deny that it’s been amazing hanging out with her again.

“Okay, I’ll be your nanny,” I say slowly and they both grin at me.

Seeing Jameson smiling at me like that, his brown eyes twinkling at me, does weird things to my body. My stomach flips and my core clenches. I can feel my nipples pebbling inside of my bra and I clear my throat.

Jameson opens his mouth to say something but Faith beats him to it.

“Want to see my room again?” Faith asks as she tugs on my hand.

“Sure.”

I let her pull me out of the kitchen and back upstairs. The whole way, I give myself a pep talk.

You can not sleep with a client. Under any circumstances. It would be totally unethical. It doesn’t matter that he’s the first man who has ever made your mouth water or your entire body feel like it’s burning up. DON’T DO IT, PHOENIX.

Faith lets go of my hand and skips over to her toy chest. I take a deep breath, turning in a circle to look around her room again and that’s when I notice that Jameson is right behind me.

“Oh my god!” I squeak, jumping about a foot in the air.

“Sorry,” he says, taking a step toward me to make sure that I’m alright and I wave him off.

There’s no way that him touching me is a good idea, so it must be avoided at all costs.

“You’re huge! How are you so quiet?” I ask, trying to distract myself from him being so close to me as my hand goes to my racing heart.

“Training, I guess,” he says with a shrug and I nod.

I stare at him for another minute until I catch myself checking him out. Again.

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