Page 69 of Fifth Avenue Fling

“Resign? I’m not resigning.” She shakes her head so fiercely that her hair flies around her face. “Not a chance. I was just taken aback, that’s all. I just never thought you’d see me like that.”

“Like what?”

Her cheeks are now a flaming pink. “Hmm… a woman.”

My frown deepens. I can see it all over her face. She’s taking what happened and running with her version of events.

“This isn’t a love story,” I say more sharply than I intended. “Don’t misconstrue it. You’re an attractive young woman, and I am not immune to that fact.” Me and every fucking man on my security team based on the other night’s drama. “But you’re my staff. That moment was a mistake, one I won’t make again. It was inappropriate and foolish behavior on my part Something I’m not proud of.”

Her green eyes blaze. She stays quiet for a few moments before responding. “Got it. Don’t worry, Killian. I know I’m not your type.”

“I’ve no qualms about admitting that I find you attractive sexually. That’s where it ends. You’re my daughter’s nanny and my temporary domestic assistant albeit not a very good one.”

She tightens her lips. I may have overstated my point. “Understood, loud and clear. Sir.”

I sigh and step back from her. How would things have gone if I was ten years younger and had no commitments? “I hope I don’t need to remind you about your NDA. Anything that happens inside my house is not to be discussed outside.”

“Of course,” she says curtly.

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.”

We gaze at each other in tense silence for a long beat. Her lips form a flat line. I know I’ve offended her; it’s written all over her face.

“Under my contract, I’m allowed to date,” she says in a clipped tone, standing up. “I’m just not allowed to bring guys back, right?”

“Correct.”

“And there’s also nothing in my contract forbidding me from dating security personnel,am I right?”

Where is she going with this? “Technically, it’s not against the terms.”

“So Sam and I can go out when we’re not working.”

My eyes narrow. “You and Sam can do whatever you want off the clock. Just as long as it’s not in my house.”

“Fine.” She juts her chin up. “I will.”

A strange feeling grips my chest. “You want to date Sam?” I snap.

“Maybe.”

My muscles tense. What the fuck is going on with me? “Don’t distract him when he’s working.”

She looks like she wants to reply with something snarky, but she holds back. “No, of course not,” she says with a slight edge in her voice.

She’s silent again, and I’m about to walk away when she asks, “I have another question. Can I get deliveries to the house?”

“Of course,” I say,relievedthatClodagh’slove life isn’tthe topic ofconversationanylonger.“They’ll go through explosive checks by the team.”

Her mouth drops open. “I’m not aterrorist.”

“Then you’ve nothing to worry about. What are you getting delivered? Clothes?”

“No. Wood. I want to start working on a few things in my bedroom.”

“Fine.” I shrug.

“Is there anything else you need from me, Killian?”

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