Romancing The Nanny
It was lust, Amy Logan decided as she pressed the dough into the pie crust with extra fervor. Pure and simple lust.
After all, it would be unnatural to live with such a handsome man for three years and not have the oc-casional urge to see him naked.
Having no sex in years probably didn't help, either, Amy thought, her lips twisting upward in a wry smile. Or the fact that this morning she'd slipped upstairs to get Emma her backpack and caught him just out of the shower.
Oh, he'd been perfectly presentable with a Turkish towel wrapped firmly around his waist. And she'd certainly seen him with his shirt off before.
Every summer he went to the pool at the country club with her and Emma at least a couple of times.
But there was something different about knowing that he'd been naked only moments before. Some-thing about seeing the droplets of water clinging to his broad chest. Something about smelling that deli-cious mixture of soap, shampoo and clean masculine flesh.
Amy inhaled deeply. Even now if she closed her eyes, she could still—
"Got any coffee left?"
Amy's eyes popped open and she stilled, grateful she faced the wall. Ot ... read full excerpt from Romancing the Nanny ebook
