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...
(I can't believe that Chloe's back again.) "Chloe here had some concerns she wanted to bring to my attention." "Indeed. Bonsoir, Micheal." By my side, Micheal stiffens. Tension is written in every line of his body. A nasty smirk spread across Chloe's face, like she's just beaten me at a game I didn't know I was playing. "And hello, Taja." "Chloe... I knew I smelt bitch. I caught a whiff of snobbery and plastic, but it turns out that's just you." "So you dislike my perfume? That makes sense. Anything other than a drugstore fragrance must confuse your unrefined senses." Micheal steps in. "Chloe, what on earth are you doing here?" "Oh, please, Micheal. We're friends and business partners, aren't we? Besides, your mother invited me."
Micheal pins Madame Jadín with an accusatory look. "Chloe got in touch with me this morning. She asked to sit down for a talk." "I'm concerned about you, Micheal. And, to be honest, about whether Taja has your best interests at heart. This wouldn't be the first time some poor American nanny thought she could snag herself a rich European man." Micheal huffs. "If you think I'll stand here and let you slander her like this, you're mistaken." Micheal grabs my hand and gives it a supportive squeeze. "Chloe, you should leave. Taja, you don't have to listen to this." "It's fine. I'd rather have Chloe say it to my face. She's clearly been spewing lies behind my back. I'm not going to let her keep doing it."
"Exactly. She doesn't have real concerns. She's just trying to poison my mother against you." Madame Jadín turns towards Micheal. "Micheal, don't you think we should consider Chloe's point?" "Maman, I've been around long enough to know when a woman is only after my money." Madame Jadín looks uncertainly between Micheal and Chloe. "I have to trust my son's judgement. He is an adult, after all." "Fine, then. If you won't believe she's a gold digger, then what of her other qualities?" Chloe holds out her phone, showing off the picture of me and Micheal that was made public this morning. "Do you really want a hussy like Ms. Wilson taking care of Zoe?"
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"Not a good look." "But that was when Zoe wasn't around. Someone else was taking care of her then. I wasn't even on duty." Chloe shakes her head. "A nanny should set a good example at all hours, even when not on duty." "Chloe, you do realize that Ms. Wilson and I are equal participants in that encounter, yes? If sharing an embrace in public makes her an unfit caregiver, then surely I must be as well." Chloe pales and squirms under Micheal's furious gaze as she realizes what she's implied. "What do you say, Taja? Is there any truth to any of this?" "Madame Jadín, Chloe is projecting. She may love the spotlight, but that doesn't mean I do. I try my best to avoid it." Micheal nods.
"Yes, Chloe. I know you call the paparazzi on yourself all the time. Besides, from the very beginning, Taja was always protective of Zoe. Has a single picture of my daughter even made it into the papers?" "I suppose they haven't... but that doesn't mean anything! Clearly we don't see eye to eye here, Micheal. Maybe your lust had blinded you. All I can say is, if Zoe was my child, I wouldn't want this woman taking care of her." Micheal's eye flash and he takes a step towards Chloe. She stands her ground with folded arms. "Do not presume you can tell me how to raise my daughter. Do not presume you know better." "Papa?" Me and Madame Jadín both gasp. Zoe stands in the doorway to the living room.
