Forbidden Nanny: Temptation at Home のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Celine's POVI'm out with Ana and some of her friends from work. We're at a new club in Manhattan, and somehow we've just been invited by someone famous, a footballer I think to join him and his friends in the VIP section. I'm three shots in, the alcohol warming my veins, but even with the music vibrating through the room, all I can think about is Alex.So many things have gone wrong since I started... wanting him. First my big mouth casually mentioned a sex club. Then I was basically naked in his sauna and he walked in on me. Then when I went to apologize, he was taking a shower with the door to the gym bathroom wide open and instead of leaving like a normal person, I just... stood there. Watching him. Okay, not for long, but still. And it's not even my fault he said my name, and what he was doing was scandalous. He was touching himself and calling out my name.But that's not the point.The point is, I just hope he doesn't think I'm some freak and fire me."What's going on?" Ana whis

Celine's POVA knock on my bedroom door pulls me away from my phone, and when I look up, Alex is standing in the doorway. I try not to notice how good he looks in gray sweatpants (my absolute weakness) and a T-shirt, but my eyes have their own plans because I can’t stop ogling him.“You busy?” he asks, and I shake my head.“Come have a drink with me and we can continue our conversation.” I eye him cautiously, and he gives me a boyish grin.“Jack is sound asleep, and you wanted to talk?” he says, and I nod, getting up to follow him.“What’s your drink of choice?” he asks.“Diet Coke?” I say, uncertain.“You don’t take alcohol?” he asks, then immediately shakes his head. “I’m sorry, I'm not trying to ply you with alcohol.” I laugh.“I just don’t like strong alcohol,” I say. “I prefer wine or something fruity.”He nods. “We have wine. Let me get you something from the wine cellar.”“You have a wine cellar?” I ask, surprised. The house is huge, and I still haven’t seen every room.“Yes,

Alex's POVClaire leaves not long after, but not before giving me hell about Celine.She didn't even try to hide it, that raised eyebrow, that smirk she gets when she's already decided she knows the truth. My sister can smell tension from a mile away, and she clearly caught the way my eyes kept drifting to Celine... or how my brain completely short-circuited the moment Celine stepped out of the pool.That red swimsuit shouldn't even be legal. It fit her like it had been made directly on her skin, following every curve, every line. I looked away. Then I looked again. Then I gave up on pretending I wasn't looking at all.I tried to play it off with Claire, tried to throw the word "professional" around like it meant something here. But Claire's a lawyer. She reads people for a living. She didn't believe a damn thing I said."You're not subtle, Alex," she told me before getting in her car. "Just be careful."Careful. Right.When the house quiets, I escape upstairs to my private living

Celine's POVAs soon as Alex joins me on the couch, we hear Jack's voice drift down from upstairs, calling out for his dad. Alex lets out a quiet breath and gives me an apologetic look."I'm sorry," he says, already standing."It's okay," I smile, and I mean it.I follow him upstairs anyway. Jack is sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes, asking to call his mom to say goodnight. Alex listens patiently, kneeling beside him, voice soft and steady as he helps him make the call. When Alex glances back at me, there's apology in his eyes but I just smile again. I love this part of him. The way he shows up. The way his whole world narrows when it comes to his son.I give them space and head back to my room. I slip into bed fully intending to wait for Alex, my heart still buzzing from the way his hand brushed mine earlier.But the day catches up to me.I fall asleep almost instantly.A soft knock pulls me back to consciousness sometime later."Celine?""It's open," I murmur, my voice still heavy

Celine's POVI’m on an all-time emotional high. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about any man and I’ve dated enough to know the difference. But Alex does something to me that I can’t explain. I can’t stop smiling, no matter how hard I try.He left with Jack almost an hour ago for the baseball game, and I’m getting ready to go out with Anna. Alex said it was fine to use the cars and drivers whenever I needed, so Matthew takes me to pick her up.Anna is already outside when we arrive, standing with Tara. They’re mid-argument, voices low but hands animated, and they barely pause before getting into the car and greeting the driver.“What’s going on?” I ask once we pull away.“Tara thinks Andrew might be cheating,” Anna says, exasperated.I glance at Tara, who just shrugs.“And why is that?” I ask.“He’s being cagey,” Anna continues. “Always busy, always on his phone, texting someone. When I ask, he says it’s work.”“Honestly, I just don’t trust men,” Tara cuts in. “I told her to che