Alien Architect Needs a Nanny (Alien Nanny Agency 1)

Tenet 28

Provide honest feedback to parents and guardians.

- Dr. H. VynFleet, 132 Tenets of Childcare & Maintenance

Ra’as

Ra’as paced the floors of his rooms in the inky cover of darkness, wondering what was wrong with him.

It was one thing to have a fascination with the pretty young nanny, it was another to be unable to take solace in another woman’s body.

I just wasn’t in the mood. It wasn’t a misplaced sense of loyalty…

But he wasn’t exactly sure what it was. Chancy had been kind and understanding and certainly attractive. And instead of letting her give him the relief he craved, he’d sent her packing so he could pace around, mooning over Emilia.

The way she smiled at him when she came home with the children… it would have been worth ten times the credits he had given her for their shopping trip.

But her joy had nothing to do with the money. That was clear from the small handful of packages they’d come back with, and her eagerness to hand back his change.

She was happy because the kids were happy. And because she was just a naturally happy person, a ray of sunlight in their shadowy home.

Exactly why you can’t fuck this up.

If only his body and heart would listen to his brain’s excellent advice.

He glanced at the clock and saw that it was after midnight, and he’d skipped dinner. Maybe a snack would do him good.

He headed downstairs, and swore he caught a hint of her scent on the second-floor landing.

Stop obsessing…

But he followed the teasing trail of her fragrance, and when he reached the kitchen, he saw that she was there.

Moonlight silhouetted her, showing him her curves through the ridiculously skimpy little nightgown she wore. He could see the generous width of her hips, the cinch of her waist and her small round breasts, nipples pebbled in the cool night air.

He fought an internal war with himself. His body was desperate to move to her, rip that silly bit of fabric from her and feed on her body with the abandon he knew she secretly craved.

Leave, Drayven, just leave…

“Mr. Drayven?” she said softly.

He was a goner. The sound of her voice set off a wave of need, and he moved to her without thinking.

“How was your date?” she asked.

The poison in her tone ripped him out of his lust-induced frenzy, as surely as if she had dumped a bucket of ice water on his head. He immediately got defensive. No employee had ever had the nerve to talk to him like that.

“I’m fairly certain that’s none of your damned business,” he spat, stopping where he stood, feet shoulder-width apart like he expected her to spar with him.

“It most certainly is my business when you won’t pass the time of day with the kids, but you have a whole night to spend with a date,” she hissed, stalking right up to him, her eyes flashing with fury. “They need you right now. I need you.”

I need you…

That wasn’t what she meant, and he knew it, but her words unlocked something inside him.

His heart was racing, he was desperate to touch her. Electricity seemed to crackle in the air between them.

It hit him suddenly.