Forbidden Babysitter by Ana Lewin

Forbidden Babysitter

Forbidden Babysitter by Ana Lewin
English | 2020 | Romance | ePUB | 709 KB

All Chantelle Foat wants to do is spend eight months working and saving money so that she can take control of her life back from her hovering father.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t expecting to feel drawn to her new boss. With no previous experience and no references, she was lucky to even get the job watching the twins of a billionaire. Losing it would be devastating, but she can’t help but stare whenever Mr. Swan is in the room. As tension builds between them, it’s all she can do to figure out whether or not he’s interested in her at all.
All Arthur Swan wants to do is hire a reliable babysitter for his twin three-year-olds so he can finally feel comfortable working late again.
Mr. Swan gets more than he bargained for when Chantelle shows up on his front step, not at all the clumsy young girl he remembered from five years before. His attraction to her is instantaneous, but he knows nothing can come of it. What would the tabloids say if Arthur Swan, owner of Swan Industries, started a relationship with a girl nearly twenty years his junior? How long would it take for Chantelle’s father to ruin both their reputations, and back out of all of their business dealings together? But most of all, can Arthur let himself love again after the tragic loss of his first wife?
As attraction builds and the past comes knocking, can they find a way to make their forbidden relationship work?

Chantelle Foat was the last girl he should have gotten to nanny his children. She was temptation on legs, and they were long tanned legs at that. But he hadn’t actually seen her in five years and he’d owed her father a favor, so now here he was. With a half hard cock nearly tenting his slacks on their way to pick up his kids. How could he have possibly known that an eighteen-year-old Chantelle would be the embodiment of every woman he’d ever masturbated to?

It certainly didn’t help that she was clearly interested in him. He’d practically been able to smell her arousal in the air from the moment he’d opened the front door. Her nipples had peaked against that damn sundress that showed way too much cleavage, exposing the fact that she wasn’t wearing any kind of bra either. And he wasn’t entirely sure if it was on purpose or not, but he caught a brief glimpse of a lacy white thong when she was sliding into the passenger seat of his SUV.

Damn it. He needed to put that girl in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie so he wouldn’t be tempted to bend her over his kitchen table. Even then, avoiding his attraction would be a long shot. “You’re not to use your cell phone when you’re watching my children, in case that wasn’t clear Miss Foat,” Arthur went back to explaining the rules as he shoved the car into drive and peeled out of his driveway. Something had to distract him from the sleek expanse of her legs on the backdrop of his leather seats. “Nor are you to simply place them in front of a TV and leave them there.”

“Of course, Mr. Swan.”

He didn’t even know how she was with children, although Emmett had assured him that his daughter was exceptional at anything she put her mind to. Typical fatherly praise, but he hadn’t dared to comment negatively. Emmett put Chantelle up on a pedestal, claiming her to be a pure angel. Always had. Yet another reason there was no way he could place so much as one finger on the young woman. Rules continued to spill from his mouth as his gaze focused on the road, not sparing her a single glance. Sure, the rules were in a leather binder on the kitchen counter, and he’d already made her read through them. It couldn’t hurt to really impress upon her the importance of the rules.

By the time they turned into the busy parking lot, his free foot was tapping impatiently on the floor of the car. Being in such close proximity to Chantelle made it impossible not to notice the scent of wildflowers that hovered around her, clinging to her skin. “Let’s go introduce you to the preschool teacher and get you on the approved pickup list.”

The door was slamming behind him before he even finished speaking as he sucked in a deep breath of brisk, Chantelle-free air. She followed him out of the car a few seconds later, looking disoriented herself as she glanced around them. There was a gate with a call button at the entrance to the preschool, the fence high enough to discourage anyone from trying to scale it. It also helped that the fence was an old-style one that was topped with spikes. A camera pointed down directly at the gate, and when he buzzed the door immediately opened in front of him.

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