Chapter 108

He spun on his heel and stomped from the room, not trusting himself to say anything. He walked purposely down the stairs and back into the kitchen where he grabbed the bottle of scotch from the welcome basket Patricia had left him. He didn’t bother with a glass, taking a healthy slug straight from the bottle, the liquor burning a path down his throat and into his gut. “Fucking hell,” he growled, gripping the bottle in one hand and the marble bench in the other. He was teetering on the edge of losing control and marching back up the stairs to claim the woman who had invaded his house. But that would be wrong… right? He couldn’t sleep with his daughter’s nanny, no matter how much he wanted to. But now that he had seen what she had been hiding behind that conservative suit, he didn’t know how he would resist her. Becky dried herself off and dressed in her shortie pajamas. Her skin seemed super sensitive as she dragged the cotton over her body and she gave in to the tremors as she erupted