Page 77 of Fifth Avenue Fling

I clear my throat. “What are you looking at?”

Her eyes snap up to mine. “Why are you even asking since you probably already know? You have my passcode.”

I sigh. “I don’t look at your phone. I have it for security reasons, Teagan.Youknowtherearerisksinherentwithgrowingupwealthy.”

“Sometimes I wish theywouldtake me away,” she huffs.

“Less of the attitude. Listen, I know you’re mad about not meeting Becky, but how about I take you out for lunch?” I give her chin a playful flick and smile, offering my white flag of surrender. “It’ll be a reprieve from your grounding for the afternoon. We haven’t had a daddy-daughter date in a long time.”

“You can’t call it that anymore. I’m too old.”

“Princess, I’ll still be calling it that when you’re thirty.”

Her frown softens, and I can tell she wants to accept my offer but is too stubborn to say yes. “No,” she eventually replies. “It’s fine. I’d rather stay here.”

I can’t say the rejection doesn’t sting.

Footsteps sound from the hall.

Another reminder of how I’m fucking up. I jerked off in front of the nanny. I nearly kissed her the other night. What the hell was I thinking?

I look up to see Clodagh standing in the kitchen doorway. To say I’m not prepared for the sight of her is an understatement.

She’s wearing pale-blue yoga bottoms, a top that I’m not sure is a sports bra or a top, and a sleeveless hoodie over it. Her bottoms fit tightly around her gorgeous ass, making them look painted on. Her hair is tied in a high ponytail, making her already sharp cheekbones stand out even more. She looks so fresh and relaxed—the opposite of me.

It’s sexier than if she had walked in wearing lace lingerie and completely fucking distracting.

“Good morning,” she chirps enthusiastically, her eyes twinkling. She’s likely glad that Saturday has arrived so she can escape my presence for a while.

“Morning,” I reply, my throat tight.

Teagan huffs a“morning”without looking up.

My eyes lock with Clodagh’s, and a pink flush of heat travels across her cheeks. Under the bravado, she’s flustered.

That night, I almost lost it. I almost pulled her down on top of me on the couch and showed her exactly what I wanted to do to her.

Ever since the disastrous incident in the bathroom, I’ve been fighting to keep my arousal under control. Just thinking about it has my adrenaline spiked again.

I need to fuck soon. Having sex with someone else is the only way to quell my strange fantasies about my bad nanny.

Clodagh breaks eye contact first, turning to Teagan instead. “Oh, it looks like your hair is back to normal!”

“About fucking time,” I grumble, ruffling a strand of my daughter’s hair.

“See?” Teagan glares at mebeforeturningbackto Clodagh.“Doesn’t that mean I shouldn’t be grounded anymore?”

“I’m Switzerland in this argument.” Clodagh shakes her head, smirking. “I’m not that dumb. Killian, I just wanted to check that you don’t need me today?”

I raise a brow at her question. “You don’t work Saturdays.”

“Great.” Her wide smile hits me right in the stomach. “I have to go teach my yoga class in Queens. Have a great day.”

“Do I pay you that little you need to work a side job?”

“No.” She smirks. “I can definitely handle myself on your salary.”

“So why do you do it?”

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