Taja Wilson doesn't belong on a yacht in the South of France. She's not supposed to be a nanny. And she's definitely not supposed to fall for her hot, brooding, single-dad boss. But even if she can resist Micheal's growling accent, his sweet daughte...
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The picture show Micheal and me, caught up in an intimate moment. "It's that damn paparazzi. I'll have his balls for this." Though I've just woken up, Micheal's voice is stern, not sleepy in the slightest. His eyes are like chips of ice. "Doesn't this make you angry, Taja?" "Yes, but, I mean, what is this going to mean for you? For us? I feel like I've really screwed things up." "You didn't screw anything up. I was the one who pulled you against me. I'm sorry, Taja. You wouldn't be in the papers if not for me." "So you're not... mad at me?" "Of course not." Micheal's eyes soften, and he pulls me close, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "We'll get through this. I'll protect you from the fallout as much as possible." We both fall silent, staring at the picture of ourselves locked in an intimate kiss.
"As horrible as the situation is, you have to admit... the picture is, well... quite hot. We might as well make the most of a good picture. What should we do with it?" "Yeah, you're right, let's frame it. It's sexy as hell. I'd like it on my wall as a souvenir." "Well have to get matching ones, then. Professionally printed. In seriousness, though, I'm glad you're able to laugh about it. You'll get through this just fine." My phone buzzes. It's Alexis, my best friend... and my boss. "Oh no. Alexis must have seen the photo." "She is your friend, non? Surely she will understand." "I really hope you're right." I accept the call and flinch as Alexis' face pops up. She does not look happy.
~Video chat~
Alexis: Taja, please tell me this piece is some big misunderstanding.
Me: Well...
Alexis: I trusted you! Did you have to go and make out with your boss? I could be ruined. No client will trust me again!
Me: Alexis, I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to affect you.
Alexis: Well, thanks. But sorry doesn't fix it. Hang on- is this why he asked for a new nanny?
Micheal grumbles and fidgets next to me.
Alexis: Oh. My. God. Are you in bed with him right now? What is going on?
I breath hitches on a sob as tears gather in my eyes. Then I feel a warm hand on my shoulder. "Non. I cannot stand by and watch Alexis make you cry. Please, give me the phone." I look away from Alexis' steaming glare and in to Micheal's warm, comforting smile. "Let me clear things up with Alexis. Not just for my reputation, but for your friendship as well."
Alexis: Are you there? Talk to me!
"Zut alors. I must put an end to this nonsense."
Micheal: Ms. Wright.
I can see Alexis' eyes widen on screen as she's faced with Micheal.
