Page 13 of The Billionaire and the Nanny

I had spent the past hour tossing and turning in bed, but I couldn’t get past the fact that Tia was in the bedroom next to mine. She was inside my house. And I couldn’t touch her. I couldn’t make love to that luscious body that still tormented me in my dreams because the real Tia was still a treacherous bitch, and I wanted nothing to do with her.

I had to get her out of my house as soon as possible. If we couldn’t find her a safe house tomorrow morning, I’d fly her to Mykonos in my private jet, and rent her a villa. I’d take her to the fucking reindeer village in Lapland and buy her an igloo if it got her out of my hair.

But that didn’t stop me from wondering what she was doing right now. Was she asleep? We’d had a wild night together three years ago, but I hadn’t got to watch her sleep. Was she a restless sleeper or did she burrow into the covers? More importantly, was she wearing the PJs that Aunt Fee had promised to send up, or was she naked? The thought of that glorious body lying naked on silk sheets in the room next to mine made my cock so hard that I knew I’d get no sleep tonight.

I threw off my covers, stalked over to the bathroom, and took a long, cold shower. That worked until I realized that Tia might be in the shower next door right now. I groaned as my erection sprang back to life with a vengeance. Dammit! I’d get no sleep until I took care of this. I braced my hand against the wall and closed my eyes as I thought about Tia standing under the shower, water coursing off her curves as she soaped herself. And I stroked myself. But before I could get deep into the fantasy, I heard a gasp, and when I opened my eyes, I saw her.

She stood transfixed by the sight of me pleasuring myself. I turned around and faced her fully. Her eyes dropped to my erect cock and flew back up to meet mine. She blushed a fiery red and whirled around, running straight to the door. I jumped out of the shower and followed her. I grabbed her by the elbow and dragged her around, backing her into the door.

“What the hell are you doing in my room? Were you spying on me?” I growled, furious at having such a private moment witnessed by the one woman who was responsible for it.

Tia’s eyes widened behind her glasses as she stared up at me.

“No! I wasn’t spying on you. I wanted to speak to you.” she stammered.

“So you just barged into my room without knocking? How dare you?”

She struggled to get away from me, but I gripped both her shoulders to hold her in place. I knew I was dripping water all over the plush carpet, but I didn’t care. I wanted answers.

“I didn’t barge in here. I knocked,” she argued defiantly. “And the door was unlocked, so I thought you might not have heard me because you were wearing headphones or something. When I opened the door, I heard you call me in!”

“The fuck I did,” I snarled.

“Well, you did. You called my name, and I thought you wanted me to come in. But you were…”

She broke off and gestured towards the bathroom vaguely.

“You called my name,” she accused.

I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath when it hit me that I had probably said her name out loud while stroking myself. Fucking hell!

“Please put on some clothes,” she said, averting her eyes pointedly, and when I looked down, I saw that my cock still stood proud and erect.

I was about to go back to the bathroom and grab a towel when I realized that I didn’t have to. I didn’t have to do anything to put her at ease because I hadn’t invited her here. If Tia was embarrassed by my nakedness, she could get the hell out of my room.

“Why should I?” I asked perversely.

“Because it’s the polite thing to do,” she argued.

“The polite thing to do would be to go away when you don’t get a response to your knock, not use a flimsy excuse to break and enter.”

Her face flamed as my barb hit home.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Mr. Donovan. I’m not here out of choice. I’m in your room because you’re my last resort.”

“What do you mean?” I asked with a frown.

When she kept her face averted, I rolled my eyes and picked up the bathrobe laid out on my bed.

“Arjun is looking for me, and he’s threatening my friend, Celine.”

I knotted the robe firmly and willed my erection down.

“I hope you haven’t told her where you are. How did you get in touch with her without your phone? Were you hiding another one somewhere?”

“I used the computer in my room to log into Facebook,” she replied sheepishly.

I should have anticipated that, but this was the first time I’d held anyone hostage.

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