Alien Pilot Needs a Nanny (Alien Nanny Agency 2)

APRIL

April’s breath caught in her throat as the door swung open to reveal the coziest space she had ever seen.

Though the whole back wall was a single pane of glass revealing the sharp planes and spires of the city skyline, everything else was a picture of softness.

There was a fluffy pink area rug covering most of the polished concrete floor. A big white sleigh bed blocked most of the terrifying view, and a matching white bookcase and dresser were on the right-side wall.

The left wall had double doors in it. Khall was already striding over to open them.

“This is your closet,” he told her. “Unfortunately, you’ll have to share a bathroom with me. This room doesn’t have an attached bath, and there was a roof leak, so mine’s being renovated.”

“Oh,” she said, still looking around, unable to believe her eyes. Was she supposed to expect her own bathroom on top of all of this?

“Is it okay?” he asked. “You can get new things for it. This was Bo’s nursery. I didn’t really change anything but the bed.”

“I love it,” she told him, turning so he could see how much this meant to her. “I’ve never had such a beautiful room.”

He smiled at her, the green of his complexion fading slightly so that it was the color of new spring leaves budding on an old tree.

She dragged her eyes back to the room before she could start daydreaming about him again. She was out of hand, and there was no excuse. She’d had a bit of a dating dry spell. Heck, her whole life had been a bit of a dating dry spell. But that was no excuse for lusting after a poor man who had lost his wife and just wanted someone to care for his child.

“Let’s go see the rest of the house,” he suggested, his voice low and little rough.

Was he angry again? It was so hard to tell.

She followed him meekly, keeping her eyes off his big form in the hopes that she could avoid the onset of anymore inappropriate impulses.

“This is the bathroom,” he said, pointing to a door beside hers.

She peeked her head, and although at this point nothing should have impressed her, she was impressed anyway.

The stall shower was formed from a single glass cell. And the massive copper soaking tub had a view of the whole city through the back wall.

“Wouldn’t you want curtains?” she wondered out loud.

“The glass is one way,” Khall laughed, the sound echoing off the tiles.

“Just in this room, or all of it?” she asked.

“All of it,” he said. “You could walk around the whole place naked, and no one out there would know.”

She tried desperately not to imagine him stalking around this place naked.

He clenched his jaw and strode down the hall.

Crap. Was he an empath or something?

Admittedly, she knew next to nothing about Jordraaki culture, but she thought the agency would have warned her about something like that.

“This is my room,” he told her, pointing at a set of double doors. “In case you need anything.”

Anything?

“Thank you,” she said softly, willing herself not to see a double meaning in his obviously innocent statement.

He headed past another closed door and into the living space. She figured that last door was maybe an office or spare room. The place was certainly big enough that they wouldn’t need all of it.

“The balcony is through the glass,” he told her, pointing to the back wall of the living space. “You can relax out there. Or if you need to catch an airship, that’s where you would wait for it.”