“Miss Winters,” she said with a smile.
I smiled back, stood up, smoothed my skirt over my thighs, and walked towards her. She introduced herself as, Mrs. Misha Gorev. She was Mr. Volkov’s personal assistant.
If this job was not Mary’s, I felt confident it was mine.
I was good at my job. They called me the child whisperer back at the agency. I had tamed spoilt, rich kids; brats with behavioral problems; sick kids. So far, no kid had defeated me. I straightened my back as Mrs. Gorev’s hand closed over the intricately carved, gold door handle. The door opened and the wind left my lungs.
Good Lord! It must be the devil himself sitting behind the desk, because only the devil could be that darkly handsome.
Chapter 2
Yuri
As the door opened, I looked up from the file in front of me. Beyond Misha was the next candidate. My eyes found hers and for a second my brain stopped working. Two things:
First: she looked nothing like her photograph.
Second: lust. Pure, unadulterated lust flowed like fire in my veins.
God, I wanted that broad!
She smiled and it was the sexiest thing a woman had ever done with her lips. Actually, she looked like she belonged in a Raphael painting. Huge green eyes, flaming red hair, and skin like thick cream. My gaze ran down her body. Even in the cheap shirt buttoned up to her neck and loose gray skirt she was sexy as fuck.
I leaned back in my chair making it tip back. “Come in and take a seat, Miss Winters.”
She walked, a sure feline glide, towards one of the two chairs in front of my desk and sank into it. “Thank you.”
Her voice was soft and mysterious.
“So, tell me about yourself?” I invited, trying to keep my eyes from wandering.
“Well, there’s not that much to tell. I am a teacher by profession, but I decided that I preferred working with small children, so I became a nanny.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why do you prefer working with small children?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. Nobody has really asked me that. I think it’s because I love their innocence. I find them honest and easy to deal with.”
“You don’t like dealing with adults?”
She shifted in her chair. “Not so much.”
“Why not?”
“Like I said. I find people often have hidden motives, and they are not very honest most of the time.”
“So you like honesty.”
She looked at me directly. “Always.”
“That will be all, Miss Winters.” I stood. “Thank you for your time.”
She did not stand. “That’s it?”
“Yes, Misha will contact you on Monday and let you know the outcome of the interview.”
Her eyes widened. God, they were fucking beautiful. I felt my cock twitch and come alive. Definitely: I made the right decision. She is far too distracting to be working in this house. I do not need that kind of temptation.
She stood suddenly, her eyes flashing. “Why do I need to wait for Mrs. Gorev to let me know? Be honest. Just tell me I haven’t got the job. That way I won’t have to stress about it over the weekend.”
I nod. “Very well. You didn’t get the job.”
“Why?” she demanded.
I smiled. I couldn’t remember the last time anybody questioned me this aggressively. I was not sure how I felt about it, it niggled at my sense of absolute authority and control, but I was intrigued. Very intrigued. “Do you want me to be honest, Miss Winters?”
“Naturally.”
I walked around the desk, and she took a step back. The move was instinctive and told me clearly, the lust I felt was not one-sided. She wanted me too. We faced each other, and I felt it instantly. We were natural born adversaries. We’d fight like cats and dogs at every turn. Even if I wanted to hire her I couldn’t.
“Because …” I said, and reached out a hand. My movement so quick and unexpected, she did not have a chance to react. I pulled her towards me and her luscious curves slammed into me. So hard, she gasped, her mouth falling open with astonishment and excitement.
“Of this,” I murmured as my mouth crashed down on hers. For at least a whole instant she remained so shocked she was frozen, then she began to struggle. I didn’t let go. I waited for the natural desire between us to burst into flames.
And it did.
Unfortunately, it was not what I thought it would be.
It was not a fire, it was a volcano that erupted. We devoured each other, my hands slipped to her ass and squeezed. It was a fine ass. I could already see it bare. I could tell she was completely lost. I could have taken her right there on my desk. And I would have if I did not have the urgent problem of finding a nanny for little Yulia. No, I’ll save this flower for later. I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. They were half-dazed with lust.
She blinked. Once, twice, thrice.
Then she made her own move. She stepped back and swung her arm forward and caught my cheek in a stinging slap. It would have galled her to know, I could have stopped her hand at any time from the moment she decided to do it, but I wanted to feel the violence I had aroused in her. It felt good to see her face become pale when she realized what she had done. No one had ever caused her to lose control in that way before.
I smiled.
She stared at me in disbelief then she turned on her heel and walked quickly out of the door. She didn’t bother to close the door so I watched her ramrod straight back as she crossed the music room. As she got halfway down the room I saw a small figure slip out from behind the heavy curtains and approach her. The affronted nanny came to a sudden stop. As I watched in amazement, my niece curled her hand around April Winter’s middle finger.
Oh fuck!
To be continued…
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