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tall and thin with almost boyish frames. The silky body in front of him was anything but boyish. She had curves a racecar driver would have to carefully maneuver around.
Feeling his pants—more so his zipper—get tighter, he told his eyes to move. So they did. South. From the long spans of her stomach to the apex of her thighs. Instead of long, thin limbs, she had muscular thighs and shapely calves. There was strength in her feminine body. He squirmed, trying to give himself more room in his pants.
“Holy bejezus! What the hell are you doing, Montgomery?” Thyme shot up, then seemed to think better of it and sank below the water. “Quit gawking and get me a towel.” She moved one arm over her delicious breasts and the other hand covered her lower half.
“Uh, uh, y-yeah,” he stuttered, feeling like a class-act fool. “Um, hang on.” Towel? Where the hell was he supposed to find a towel? He jogged toward the master suite, remembered his sleeping daughter occupied that bed, and turned back toward Thyme’s room. Being a glutton for punishment, he glanced at the risqué red bra and walked past it to the bathroom. He took a moment to adjust himself, grabbed a white, fluffy towel off the shelf, and willed his body to show some restraint as he made his way back to the naked nanny.
If he referred to her as the nanny instead of Thyme , maybe his body wouldn’t react in such an improper manner.
Yeah, right.
The Naked Nanny—okay, so he’d have to modify that one a bit—had turned on the jets in an obvious attempt to hide herself under the frothy bubbles.
“Just toss it on the chair and leave.”
“I’ll go inside.” He turned to go.
“No. Leave as in leave . Back to your hotel or apartment or suite or whatever. Just get out of here. Now. Please. Thank you.”
Grayson turned and crossed his arms. “I’ll give you some privacy and some time to change, but I’m not leaving. We need to talk.” Surely he’d put her in her place.
He walked through the archway to the living room, not before hearing her mutter, “Jackass.”
Chapter Four
Thyme
“Ohmigodohmigodohmigod.” Keeping one eye on Grayson’s back, Thyme hopped out of the hot tub, scooped up her towel, and quickly wrapped it around her body.
What kind of man was he? Just because he owned the place didn’t give him the right to barge into her suite and stare at her as she relaxed in the hot tub. A twinge of guilt crept up her neck as she cursed herself for falling asleep. What if she slipped underwater and drowned and Maddie found her floating face-down like a dead fish? Like the girl wasn’t scarred enough from her parents’ deaths.
She chastised herself for being so irresponsible. If Sage ever found out, she’d never let Thyme live it down. Damn, she didn’t need Sage to make her feel guilty. Thyme would never forgive herself.
And to be caught by Grayson. Maddie’s dad. Her employer. Or was he? The Davenports’ will covered her expenses while Maddie was under her care.
So where did that put Grayson? She’d have to figure that one out when she wasn’t naked. Damn, she was doomed.
Grayson had moved to the kitchen and was pouring himself a glass of wine as Thyme crept behind him, down to her room. She wanted to wrap herself up in a bulky sweatshirt or a snowsuit to shield her body from Grayson’s Caribbean gaze, but she didn’t pack those types of clothes. The best she could do was a pair of linen pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt she often slept in. She tugged on a sports bra first, then pulled the XL Patriots shirt that hung down to her knees over her head.
The fancy architect would probably spin this around and make her look like the incompetent nanny. She needed to stand her ground.
Fact: Grayson Montgomery slept with a married woman and got her pregnant. That screamed, Bastard!
Fact: Grayson Montgomery shipped his daughter and her nanny to Aruba and completely ignored them for
Feeling his pants—more so his zipper—get tighter, he told his eyes to move. So they did. South. From the long spans of her stomach to the apex of her thighs. Instead of long, thin limbs, she had muscular thighs and shapely calves. There was strength in her feminine body. He squirmed, trying to give himself more room in his pants.
“Holy bejezus! What the hell are you doing, Montgomery?” Thyme shot up, then seemed to think better of it and sank below the water. “Quit gawking and get me a towel.” She moved one arm over her delicious breasts and the other hand covered her lower half.
“Uh, uh, y-yeah,” he stuttered, feeling like a class-act fool. “Um, hang on.” Towel? Where the hell was he supposed to find a towel? He jogged toward the master suite, remembered his sleeping daughter occupied that bed, and turned back toward Thyme’s room. Being a glutton for punishment, he glanced at the risqué red bra and walked past it to the bathroom. He took a moment to adjust himself, grabbed a white, fluffy towel off the shelf, and willed his body to show some restraint as he made his way back to the naked nanny.
If he referred to her as the nanny instead of Thyme , maybe his body wouldn’t react in such an improper manner.
Yeah, right.
The Naked Nanny—okay, so he’d have to modify that one a bit—had turned on the jets in an obvious attempt to hide herself under the frothy bubbles.
“Just toss it on the chair and leave.”
“I’ll go inside.” He turned to go.
“No. Leave as in leave . Back to your hotel or apartment or suite or whatever. Just get out of here. Now. Please. Thank you.”
Grayson turned and crossed his arms. “I’ll give you some privacy and some time to change, but I’m not leaving. We need to talk.” Surely he’d put her in her place.
He walked through the archway to the living room, not before hearing her mutter, “Jackass.”
Chapter Four
Thyme
“Ohmigodohmigodohmigod.” Keeping one eye on Grayson’s back, Thyme hopped out of the hot tub, scooped up her towel, and quickly wrapped it around her body.
What kind of man was he? Just because he owned the place didn’t give him the right to barge into her suite and stare at her as she relaxed in the hot tub. A twinge of guilt crept up her neck as she cursed herself for falling asleep. What if she slipped underwater and drowned and Maddie found her floating face-down like a dead fish? Like the girl wasn’t scarred enough from her parents’ deaths.
She chastised herself for being so irresponsible. If Sage ever found out, she’d never let Thyme live it down. Damn, she didn’t need Sage to make her feel guilty. Thyme would never forgive herself.
And to be caught by Grayson. Maddie’s dad. Her employer. Or was he? The Davenports’ will covered her expenses while Maddie was under her care.
So where did that put Grayson? She’d have to figure that one out when she wasn’t naked. Damn, she was doomed.
Grayson had moved to the kitchen and was pouring himself a glass of wine as Thyme crept behind him, down to her room. She wanted to wrap herself up in a bulky sweatshirt or a snowsuit to shield her body from Grayson’s Caribbean gaze, but she didn’t pack those types of clothes. The best she could do was a pair of linen pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt she often slept in. She tugged on a sports bra first, then pulled the XL Patriots shirt that hung down to her knees over her head.
The fancy architect would probably spin this around and make her look like the incompetent nanny. She needed to stand her ground.
Fact: Grayson Montgomery slept with a married woman and got her pregnant. That screamed, Bastard!
Fact: Grayson Montgomery shipped his daughter and her nanny to Aruba and completely ignored them for
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