Alien Pilot Needs a Nanny (Alien Nanny Agency 2)

APRIL

April watched as her employer yelled at Zyr over poor Mrs. Ginger’s head.

It was thoughtless of Zyr to take and publish her picture when she had asked him not to, and the idea of what might have happened if the wrong person had seen the picture terrified her.

But there was no reason to scream at him, or frighten poor Mrs. Ginger.

Khall turned as if to march away and nearly slammed into her.

And Mrs. Ginger slammed her door shut before April could apologize for his boorish behavior.

“He’s taking it down,” Khall said, standing so close she could smell the delicious tapestry of his aftershave mixed with his own scent.

“What was that?” she hissed at Khall, trying to ignore the gravity of his big body so close to hers. “Why would you explode at them?”

“He stole your image and used it for his own profit,” Khall hissed back. “He upset you.”

“And now you’re upsetting me,” she snapped and turned around, marching back to the elevator.

She could hear his footsteps behind her, and she was half-tempted to take the stairs instead.

Breathe, April. You still have to work for this man.

“He’s taking it down,” he told her again, as if he couldn’t understand why she wasn’t cheering.

“I could have handled that myself,” she told him through a clenched jaw as she stepped into the elevator.

“But you didn’t have to,” he retorted. “I took care of it.”

“It’s not your job to take care of me,” she heard herself yell as the doors closed, leaving the two of them alone in the small space.

Was it even smaller than it had been before? And also, much too warm?

“What if I want to take care of you?”

There was a dangerous glint in his amber eyes. He looked more feral than ever, the pale green of his skin deepening into a foresty hue, making his eyes seem to glow.

“I-I can take care of myself,” she stammered stupidly, lured by his amber gaze.

Her heart pounded so loudly in her chest that she thought for sure he must be able to hear it.

Suddenly, he was pinning her to the wall of the elevator, slamming his huge, hard body into hers. His hand cradled her cheek and he kissed her brutally, thumbing open her jaw to taste her tongue.

April moaned against his mouth and his body tightened against hers. She could feel the steel of him throbbing against her belly and she longed to touch every inch of him, craving him in a way she had never experienced before.

The idea of it made her furious. She slid her hands up to his chest, shoving him with all she had.

It was like trying to shove a fortress.

But he let her go, stepping back slightly.

That was all the opening she needed.

She drank in the look on his face, his eyes hazy with hot desire, his handsome features tight with lust.

And then she slapped him as hard as she could.

He staggered back, blinking in shock as the elevator doors opened into the apartment.