The Nanny // Faye Yoko AU

Chapter 57 POV's

Yoko's POV - The Moment She Noticed

"Usually, Signora Conte is a bit more discreet," Yoko murmured, glancing down at her outfit again, fingers smoothing over the sleek fabric. "I'm concerned it will look as though I'm your equal in rank..."

She trailed off.

Because that was the moment she really looked at Faye.

And suddenly, words became an afterthought.

Faye stood there, effortlessly composed, yet utterly arresting. The burgundy of her suit matched Yoko's own, but while Yoko's attire leaned into sharp femininity, Faye's was cut with an effortless balance-tailored to perfection, every seam sculpting her frame in a way that was both commanding and impossibly alluring.

The deep wine-colored jacket fit snugly over broad shoulders, structured yet natural, highlighting the strength in her posture. Beneath it, a crisp white dress shirt lay open at the collar-just enough to remain professional, but just enough to tease. Yoko's gaze caught on that small sliver of exposed skin, and her throat went dry.

Her eyes roamed lower before she could stop herself.

The matching trousers tapered perfectly, accentuating the length of her legs, sleek shoes completing the look with polished ease. Faye wasn't just wearing the suit-she owned it. It fit her the way power fit her, like she didn't have to try. Like it was meant to be on her and no one else.

She was both devastatingly handsome and unfairly beautiful at the same time.

Yoko had never envied a damn suit before.

Her pulse skipped, and for a moment, she lost her train of thought entirely.

Faye didn't move, but her eyes-oh, those infuriatingly unreadable eyes-held something. Something that felt like hesitation, but not quite. A push and pull, a barely-there restraint, like she was waging a silent war within herself.

And the air between them?

It crackled, heavy as a storm about to break.

Yoko cleared her throat, pushing the warmth creeping up her spine aside. Focus.

"So?" she asked, lifting her chin slightly, forcing her voice into something casual. "Do I look ridiculous, or are we about to make an impression?"

Faye exhaled through her nose, the sound controlled.

"You look..." Her voice was lower than usual, slower-too measured. Her fingers twitched at her sides before she finally tore her gaze away, swallowing.

Yoko smirked, just a little.

"Good to know," she murmured.

Then she turned on her heel, walking away with deliberate ease-not bothering to hide the subtle sway of her hips.

Faye definitely didn't notice.

She absolutely didn't stare.

And she certainly didn't forget how to breathe for a solid three seconds.

Faye's POV - A Losing Battle

The door barely clicked shut before Faye turned on Adam, seething.

"What are you trying to do? Get her eaten?" she hissed, voice low but laced with fury.

Adam, the smug bastard, only grinned. Grinned.

"Only fire will melt the ice between you," he said sagely, clasping his hands behind his back like some kind of deranged matchmaking philosopher. Then, with a wink, he added, "And if you keep looking at her like that, there'll be a full-blown thaw in no time."