Chapter 5: The New Nanny - part 1

Abraham’s POV

She was in my pool.

In a bikini.

At night.

First thought?

That damn bikini looked perfect on her.

Second?

Someone was getting fired.

Third?

I needed to get the hell out before I did something stupid.

But I stayed.

Because I couldn’t move.

She had her eyes closed, headphones in, and a red bikini hugging a body that looked like it was sculpted just to drive a man insane. Thick thighs, soft curves, full hips, a smooth waist... Nothing about her was fake. She was real. Real skin, real flesh, a real woman.

And my dick got hard in my jeans like it was being pulled by a damn magnet.

Hell.

Worst part? I remembered those cursed photos I saw of her online—hiding that body under loose clothes, smiling beside some clueless guy who clearly had no idea what kind of woman he had next to him.

I stood there, frozen, devouring every inch of her with my eyes until she opened hers, saw me standing there—and screamed like I was the serial killer from one of those dumb shows she probably binged.

“OH MY GOD! WHO ARE YOU?! ARE YOU CRAZY?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! HELP!”

She thrashed around in the water like she’d seen the devil himself. And me? I just stood there. Watching.

Arms crossed. Breathing hard. My chest rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon. Because inside, that’s exactly what it felt like—pure chaos.

“STAY AWAY FROM ME! I SWEAR I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY IN MY ROOM!”

Liar.

Terrible liar.

It took me a second to say anything. Honestly, it took everything in me not to say what I really wanted. Take that bikini off before I rip it off with my teeth.

But what came out instead was:

“What the hell are you doing in my pool?”

She froze.

Like, actually froze.

Her eyes went wide like she’d seen a ghost. Her mouth trembled. Her jaw dropped. Then lifted. Then dropped again.

“I—I’m sorry! I didn’t know... I didn’t know you were back already. Hanna said... she said you weren’t coming until tomorrow.”

Her voice was high, fast. She sounded like she was trying to explain a crime she didn’t commit. Arms crossed over her chest, like that would actually cover anything.

“Who said you could use the pool?” I pressed, ignoring the towel sitting on the lounge chair behind her.

She glanced at it, then back at me. Then again. Finally, she sank a little deeper into the water.

“I... I thought... I mean, I thought no one was home. I didn’t go in the main room, I swear. Just the guest one. I just wanted to relax for a bit...” She waved her hand vaguely, like, Cut me some slack. “It’s been a long day, you know?”

Yeah, I knew. My kids were a handful, and I had no problem with the nanny using the pool or anything else in the house.

But the problem wasn’t her being in the pool.

The problem was me.

And what that girl was doing to my body without even touching me.

She couldn’t have been older than twenty-something.

Tan skin. Long, wavy dark hair sticking to her back and chest from the water.

And that bikini…

That damn bikini.

Too small. Too tight. Especially around her breasts, which looked like they were seconds from spilling out.

Every inch of her looked like it was made to fit perfectly in my hands.

But I didn’t touch her.

Because I’m a man with kids.

Because I’m a man who buried a wife.

Because I’m a man who doesn’t get the luxury of losing control—especially not with a stranger who’s supposed to be my kids’ nanny.

But fuck... my self-control was hanging by a thread.

She kept talking.

“... I know it looks bad, but I swear I was just trying to unwind. I didn’t even think that... God, I’m so stupid. I’m really sorry. I’ll go upstairs. I can leave if you want. I swear I won’t... I just... Shit, I’m basically naked. And you’re wearing a mask. And I... I’m rambling, aren’t I? God, shut up, Celeste!” she said to herself, tapping her forehead.

Celeste.

I should’ve told her to leave.

Grab her stuff.

Go upstairs.

Get out.

I should’ve.

But I didn’t.

I stayed.

Just looked at her.

“Your towel’s over there,” I said.

She swallowed hard. Blinked.

“Yeah. I... I know.”

“You planning to stay in there all night?”

She hesitated. But she knew she didn’t have a choice. Swallowed her pride, turned to the side, and swam toward the towel.

And I saw.

Everything.

The curve of her hips.

The way her ass moved up and down as she swam.

Water gliding down her strong back.

Her thighs cutting through the water.

Goddamn it.

I had to uncross my arms because I was gripping my biceps so hard I left mark. My dick throbbed—pressing hard against my jeans zipper.

She grabbed the towel, wrapped it around herself fast, and walked toward me with her legs tight together like she was on trial in some war tribunal.

“I... I’ll head upstairs. I swear I won’t come down here at night again. Or during the day. Or ever. I’ll just... take care of the kids, follow the rules. I’m a really good nanny, Mr. De Montreal.”

The way she said my name...

Hot.

Terrified.

So wrong, it turned me on even more.

“You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“N-no?”