Page 1 of Mob Boss Daddy

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JACK

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Rory raps on my office door before poking his head inside, “Sorry, boss. The nannies are here for their interviews.”

“Tell them to have a seat. I’ll be out in a minute.” I rub my forehead and rake my fingers through my hair. Shit’s too hot for me to be spending my time listening to a bunch of Mary Poppins look-a-likes all afternoon, but I made a commitment to James as he died in my arms.

I promised to take care of his kid for him. I’m a single guy with no wife but a housekeeper who hates children, and I’ve got heat coming from all sides since I decided to avenge James’ death. Like it or not, I have to hire a nanny today. Dammit, I need to get this over with.

I peer out the door at the cluster of hens sitting in the foyer and sigh. I give each of the women a once-over, already starting to eliminate the candidates one by one in my head… until I see girl number four.

The moment my eyes land on her, I straighten to my full height and feel my pulse go wild. Dirty thoughts slam into my head, making me clench my fists and grit my teeth. Jesus Christ, where did she come from? And what is happening to me?

She’s twirling her hair and bouncing her knee lightly, not talking to anybody.

I step out of the door, and they all turn their attention to me. I ignore every single one of them save the beauty in the yellow dress. It’s like everyone else has faded into the background, and it might as well have been just the two of us.

Is it rude? Maybe. Do I care? Fuck no.

Right now, hunger roars through my chest and all I can think of is closing the distance between us and finding out if she tastes as sweet as she looks.

“You.” I point at her. “Follow me.”

She looks at the scowling women on either side of her, stands, and walks toward me, the click-clack of her heels piercing the silence. I remain in the doorway, forcing her to squeeze by my large frame, my hand clutching the doorknob as I summon all my willpower to stop myself from claiming her mouth. Fires light all along my nerve endings as her skin brushes mine.

I take in a big whiff of her flowery perfume as she passes by and feel all of my blood rush to my groin. She stands in the center of the room, eyes taking in every detail of my minimally decorated office, and I take another moment to look her over before telling her to sit.

I would’ve preferred to have her on my lap or my mouth, but alas, the chair wins.

She’s young—maybe twenty-one—and innocent as they come. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a long braid, and I consider how nice it would be to wrap that braid around my fist as I bend her over my desk and take her from behind.

“Have a seat, Miss…?”

“Jessie. Well, Jessica McMurray, Sir, but you can call me Jessie.”

She bats her big, blue eyes at me, and I lick my lips. Does she know what she does to a man when she bats her eyes like that? Snapping my eyes shut, I take a deep breath. I’m gonna need an ice bath to shrink the swelling in my pants. Maybe two or three.

My eyes wander down to the tiny bit of cleavage that can’t help but spill from the top of her dress. Down to her tiny waist and the curve of her hips. Curves that beg to be touched and explored.

Yeah, lots of ice. I’m going to need lots of ice.

“You can start immediately, right?”

“Well, yes…”

“And do you have a boyfriend who we have to worry about?”

She pulls her eyebrows together. “Worry about how?” she asks.

“You’re young. I expect that you’ll focus all of your attention on the child. I don’t want you distracted by phone calls and messages from some love-struck wanker.”

Her eyes widen, and she swallows hard. “Oh, of course. I would take the job very seriously. To answer your question, I don’t have a boyfriend so that won’t be a problem.”

Good. That’s good. Because she already belongs to me.

I press the page button on the phone, and seconds later, Rory pops into the room.

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