Alien Architect Needs a Nanny (Alien Nanny Agency 1)

This was everything that had been missing earlier tonight. This was what he hadn’t had with Chancy. And now he understood why he couldn’t slake his desire with her.

The hunger in him wasn’t just about his physical needs. He wanted Emilia, and all her fire.

He was helpless in the knowledge that she had this power over him, the power to make him burn. And she was so beautiful in her fury that it hurt to look at her.

Suddenly his instincts kicked in. He had to get out of this situation now, before he did something he couldn’t undo.

This was going to end one of two ways. So, he made his choice.

“And the fact that you would hire a professional—” she began.

“In my world, we respect professionals,” he interrupted, falling back on being a dick, his typical power move. If he made her mad enough, she would stalk away again, and he would be safe from his feelings. So, he pushed a little more. “Maybe if this nanny gig doesn’t work out, you’ll consider her career as a back-up plan. She said they have some Terrans at the agency, but of course they don’t charge as much…”

Emilia moved toward him as fast as a viper.

Shit.

He was definitely getting slapped, and he richly deserved it. Like a stupid little boy, he had resorted to being an asshole instead of dealing with the problem head on.

He let himself drink in the sight of her as she charged at him. It would probably be the closest he would ever come to her again. He’d crossed the line with that last comment, and he knew it.

Her eyes were sparking with fury and her lips were parted slightly.

She lifted her hand, and instead of taking what he had coming, he caught her deftly by the wrist.

But she caught him completely off guard when she went up on her toes, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis as she pressed her lips to his.