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Authors: Ann Mayburn
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look at the piece of paper in her hand.
Another wave of unreality swept over her as she saw the
amount she’d earned in one night. One thousand, eight hundred and seventy-four
dollars and twenty-eight cents. In one night. That was like insane money. Maybe
to the people at Wicked this was chump change—the equivalent of a five-dollar
tip—but to her this was a life-changing amount of cash. The dream of spending
the summer in Paris was now a tangible thing, something she could see herself
affording. Hell, if she made this much a night, she could leave for Paris in a
month. She hadn’t taken any classes this semester, choosing instead to do a
lengthy internship with Laurel.
Oh no, Laurel.
Anya didn’t think she’d ever told Laurel any specifics about
her day job other than she was a nanny to two adorable kids. She really never
talked about Jesse to Laurel because Anya barely saw him. As soon as he came
home from work, she left to give him private time with his kids. In the morning
he was gone before they’d even woken up, so she spent most mornings getting the
boys off to school by herself.
He had a babysitter—his mother, Mrs. Kline—come in on the
weekends so she could have a social life. As a result she had the carriage
house and its gardens pretty much to herself while Jesse and his family lived
in the manor. And it was indeed a manor, built in 1824 by some political guy whose
name she’d forgotten. Ten acres of land along with a stately home, carriage
house, stables, and small family chapel Jesse actually used.
This was a great job. She couldn’t fuck up this job. Then again
she couldn’t fuck up her job at Wicked either. So what to do, what to do? She’d
been asking herself that question for the past two hours.
The sun burned down on her face, warming her enough that she
unzipped her jacket. Well, that was one thing in her favor for hiding who she
really was from Jesse. While she worked with the boys, she wore comfortable,
loose-fitting clothes. They were two very active children, and she’d be running
all over the property with them, trying to expend their nearly boundless
energy. It was a pain sometimes, but she wanted Jesse to have the best time
with his kids that she could. If it meant wearing them out during the day so
when he got home, they were mellow enough to stand still for a hug, then it was
worth it.
Tipping her head back, she let the sun burn down through her
closed eyelids.
The fact Jesse didn’t recognize her at all last night was
confirmation enough that he didn’t even see her, and when he did, she was just
the nanny. Last night, for the first time, he’d really looked at her like a
person. Like a desirable woman.
His desirable
woman.
Groaning, she shielded her eyes from the light and called
herself all kinds of despicable names. But no matter how much she chastised
herself, no matter how many times she tried to bring up the fact it was a
morally reprehensible thing to do, she wanted both. The only way to do that was
to lie, but she’d tell him the truth in four weeks. By then she’d be on her way
to Paris, and there wouldn’t be any weirdness between them. She’d leave him a
letter or something, so she didn’t have to face leaving him.
Yeah, she’d go to Paris, become a famous costume designer,
and come back with the accolades to make Jesse realize she was a grown woman.
So what if he was twelve years her senior? He was a great catch. The kind of
guy you wanted to marry. A widower who loved his children, was an honorable
man, and a fantastic kisser. The thought of his kiss made desire build and burn
low in her belly, and she was glad Jesse was out with the boys today.
Yep, he was the greatest man in the world, and she was a
woman leading a double life. Didn’t that woman’s TV channel always make cliché
movies about women leading secret lives? By day she was an honors student with
a promising future in costume design; at night she became Dove, a sexually
ravenous
Another wave of unreality swept over her as she saw the
amount she’d earned in one night. One thousand, eight hundred and seventy-four
dollars and twenty-eight cents. In one night. That was like insane money. Maybe
to the people at Wicked this was chump change—the equivalent of a five-dollar
tip—but to her this was a life-changing amount of cash. The dream of spending
the summer in Paris was now a tangible thing, something she could see herself
affording. Hell, if she made this much a night, she could leave for Paris in a
month. She hadn’t taken any classes this semester, choosing instead to do a
lengthy internship with Laurel.
Oh no, Laurel.
Anya didn’t think she’d ever told Laurel any specifics about
her day job other than she was a nanny to two adorable kids. She really never
talked about Jesse to Laurel because Anya barely saw him. As soon as he came
home from work, she left to give him private time with his kids. In the morning
he was gone before they’d even woken up, so she spent most mornings getting the
boys off to school by herself.
He had a babysitter—his mother, Mrs. Kline—come in on the
weekends so she could have a social life. As a result she had the carriage
house and its gardens pretty much to herself while Jesse and his family lived
in the manor. And it was indeed a manor, built in 1824 by some political guy whose
name she’d forgotten. Ten acres of land along with a stately home, carriage
house, stables, and small family chapel Jesse actually used.
This was a great job. She couldn’t fuck up this job. Then again
she couldn’t fuck up her job at Wicked either. So what to do, what to do? She’d
been asking herself that question for the past two hours.
The sun burned down on her face, warming her enough that she
unzipped her jacket. Well, that was one thing in her favor for hiding who she
really was from Jesse. While she worked with the boys, she wore comfortable,
loose-fitting clothes. They were two very active children, and she’d be running
all over the property with them, trying to expend their nearly boundless
energy. It was a pain sometimes, but she wanted Jesse to have the best time
with his kids that she could. If it meant wearing them out during the day so
when he got home, they were mellow enough to stand still for a hug, then it was
worth it.
Tipping her head back, she let the sun burn down through her
closed eyelids.
The fact Jesse didn’t recognize her at all last night was
confirmation enough that he didn’t even see her, and when he did, she was just
the nanny. Last night, for the first time, he’d really looked at her like a
person. Like a desirable woman.
His desirable
woman.
Groaning, she shielded her eyes from the light and called
herself all kinds of despicable names. But no matter how much she chastised
herself, no matter how many times she tried to bring up the fact it was a
morally reprehensible thing to do, she wanted both. The only way to do that was
to lie, but she’d tell him the truth in four weeks. By then she’d be on her way
to Paris, and there wouldn’t be any weirdness between them. She’d leave him a
letter or something, so she didn’t have to face leaving him.
Yeah, she’d go to Paris, become a famous costume designer,
and come back with the accolades to make Jesse realize she was a grown woman.
So what if he was twelve years her senior? He was a great catch. The kind of
guy you wanted to marry. A widower who loved his children, was an honorable
man, and a fantastic kisser. The thought of his kiss made desire build and burn
low in her belly, and she was glad Jesse was out with the boys today.
Yep, he was the greatest man in the world, and she was a
woman leading a double life. Didn’t that woman’s TV channel always make cliché
movies about women leading secret lives? By day she was an honors student with
a promising future in costume design; at night she became Dove, a sexually
ravenous
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