Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

“Just a dizzy nanny?” I ask.

He presses his lips together tightly.

“Far from it. I wanted a job that was completely different to what I was doing at home. I love kids, and I thought this would be the perfect job for me, but I

just don’t want to feel like I’m doing something wrong all the time. You know?”

He offers me a half smile. “You do seem to do a lot of nanny things wrong, even you have to admit.”

I giggle. "God, I know. I'm a train wreck."

“I’ll tell you what. Going forward, when you call me Julian, I’ll know that you just want a friend and you are not being flirty with me. I’ll know to turn my Mr. Masters boss hat off.”

I smile. “But how will I know when you need a friend.”

“I can assure you, I won’t need a friend.”

"Everyone needs a friend sometimes."

His lips curl into a sexy smile. “Not me.”

Our eyes are locked, and I feel like there is another part of this conversation I’m missing.

He shakes his head. “An engineer?”

I laugh. “Yes, an engineer. Why do you seem so shocked?”

“Because I am. Where do you work?”

“A company called Biotech. I design machines, although I want to get into mining when I go home.”

He studies my face. “Not many people shock me, Miss Brielle.”

“I seem to be good at giving you nanny shocks.”

He smirks. “That you do. Running me over in a golf cart is a highlight though.”

I laugh, and his eyes twinkle with a special something. “What would you call me? I mean, if we were friends?” I ask.

He bites his bottom lip. “Bree.”

A warm, soft feeling runs over my body. “Nobody has ever called me Bree,” I whisper.

“That’s not true, I just did.”

I smile softly.

“So, do we have a deal? You won’t leave? We can try and work this out?” His hopeful eyes hold mine.

I nod. “I guess.”

He stands and looks around, as if he suddenly wants to run.

“Why do you hate being in this room so much?” I frown. “The day you showed me this room, you wouldn’t even walk in.”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. It feels very personal being in your space. Makes me uncomfortable.”

“You’re weird.” I smile. “Goodnight, Mr. Masters.”