Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

“I have no doubt.” He purses his lips. “But this isn’t about Willow.”

I frown. “Then what is it about?”

“It’s about you being in my bedroom and looking through my things this morning.”

I gulp my drink down and nearly choke. This stuff is like rocket fuel. I cough loudly, clearing my throat. “Oh, that.” I wince around the fire in my throat. Sweet Jesus, am I drinking petrol here?

“Yes, that,” he answers. “Please explain what you were doing in my bedroom.”

I glance at the door. Run… just fucking run.

I swallow the sand in my throat. "I went to check on Samuel because I was worried about him sleepwalking again and I thought you had left for the day." I frown as I try to make this story sound reasonable. "On the way back to my room, I saw your door was open and I just..."

He watches me as he takes a sip of his drink.

“I wanted to see what your bedroom looked like.”

He raises a brow.

I offer a half smile and try to sweeten the story as much as I can. “I walked in, looked around, and then I saw your bathroom cabinet was slightly ajar.” I shrug. “You can find out so much about a person by their bathroom cabinet, you know?” I take another big gulp of my rocket fuel.

Holy hell, this is strong shit. I half cough, my oesophagus burned beyond belief.

I get a vision of myself falling off the stool, drunk, and I shiver in horror.

Great, a hopeless nanny who can’t hold her liquor, this story just keeps getting better and better by the minute.

He lifts his chin once more, in defiance and the energy between us begins to change. His questions somehow turn into a silent dare for me to tell the truth and he watches me intently. "What did you find out about me, Brielle?"

I swallow the lump in my throat. “You’re very neat,” I whisper nervously.

He doesn’t react.

“I really like your cologne.” A trace of a smile crosses his face, and it gives me the confidence to keep going.

“And… you’re… sexually active.”

His eyes darken and the air suddenly crackles between us.

He takes a slow, steady sip of his scotch, and I watch closely as his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. I feel my insides clench.

Huh?

He leans forward in his chair. “What are you doing here, Brielle?” he whispers. The electricity between us has stolen my ability to think straight. “Drinking the strongest alcohol known to man?” I offer.

He smiles sexily and releases a low chuckle. “I meant, why did you come to England?”

I bite my bottom lip. “To get away from my ex-boyfriend. We broke up last year and I needed a change… to move on.”

His eyes drop to my lips. “And how long has it been since you’ve been with a man?”

I frown, but without putting my brain to mouth filter on, I whisper, “Too long. Way too long.”

Chapter Three

Our eyes are locked, and when his tongue swipes over his lips again, my breath catches.

“How long has it been since you’ve been with someone?” I ask.