Secret Desire: Secret Temptations, #3
By Cameron Hart
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Reed: My whole world turned upside down when I got custody of my 6 year old niece, Kayla. One day I was a wealthy, well-respected college dean, and the next day, I was trying to figure out how to tell a little girl her parents are dead and I'm her new guardian.
I need a nanny, and I need one fast. I don't want to hire Josephine. She's too tempting, for one thing. She's also too bubbly, too innocent, and a little naive. Too bad my niece forms an instant bond with her. I'd be a monster to take away another person from Kayla.
I'll just have to keep my hands off the nanny. It shouldn't be too hard. Right?
Josephine: Reed is an adorably grumpy teddy bear. He's also in way over his head with Kayla. My heart breaks just thinking about the sweet little girl losing her parents. I know what that pain is like, which is why I'm determined to help.
Sure, I can't cook or clean very well, but I'm good with kids. I know I can help Kayla, and maybe even help Reed, too. I just have to be careful of my heart. It's already wrapped up in this little family.
One stormy night changes everything. Reed says I'm his, but for how long?
Cameron Hart
Hello. I'm Cameron Hart, and I write sweet steamy romances. I’m a USA Today Bestselling author with over forty books available. I write romance with lots of heat, plenty of sweet, and just enough drama to keep things interesting. I graduated from the Iowa Writer’s Workshop in 2012 with a degree in creative writing. When I’m not working on my next book, I can be found reading, crocheting, doing yoga, and chasing around my grumpy cats. **What to expect from a Cameron Hart book: Lots of heat, plenty of sweet, and just enough drama to keep things interesting. No cheating, safe, guaranteed HEA!**
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One look at the stunning waitress carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, and I’m a goner. I wasn’t looking for a sweet little thing with auburn hair and more baggage than I can fit on the back of my bike, but there’s no going back now. She’s mine. I’ll prove to her I’m more than capable of handling her past and making her feel safe again.
Chapter 1
Josephine
Are you sure this isn’t a little... too much?
I ask Jen, one of my roommates. She stops digging through my dresser long enough to turn around and give me a once-over.
You look great,
she encourages. Classy and sophisticated, but not snobby.
I look at my reflection in the half mirror above my dresser, taking in the black pencil skirt that hits right below my knees, the lacy white cami, and the loose-fitting silk teal blouse I paid way too much for. I need to nail this interview, and I wanted to look the part. I convinced myself it was an investment in my future, but now that I’m looking at eating Ramen for the next month, I’m not so sure.
However, what’s done is done, and I need to accept that. I try not to have any regrets in life, so I push the buyer’s remorse aside and attempt a cordial, polite smile. Jen snorts out a laugh, and I roll my eyes at her. I’m just getting into character,
I inform her, right before sticking my tongue out.
Uh-huh,
she says dubiously. You might have to work on that a bit. Oh! Yes, this is what I was looking for!
Jen twirls around, holding out a familiar butterfly brooch. For good luck.
I give her a watery smile, blinking back tears as I take the brooch. It was my mother’s favorite piece of jewelry. She had more expensive, older, and far more impressive pieces, but I picked out this one for her when I was little. My fingers glide across the tiny blue crystals and purple gems that make up the butterfly’s body, then trace the golden edges of the wings. Thanks,
I whisper.
My parents passed away thirteen years ago, and I have hardly anything to remember them by. I was shuffled around foster homes for a few years and lost nearly everything precious to me in the process. I’ve learned to either not have valuables or protect them with my life. This butterfly brooch survived all these years, so I’ve dubbed it my lucky charm.
Fiddling the clip open, I thread it through the material of my blouse, adjusting the brooch so it rests on my left shoulder, just below my collarbone. It’s a little gaudy, but that makes it perfect. A little sparkle never hurt anyone. Plus, it’ll make me stand out amongst the other candidates, right? I hope so. I need this job.
Hey,
Jen says, bringing me back into the moment. This is the perfect job for you. A nanny to a cute little girl? You’re going to kill it!
I better,
I huff out bitterly.
Just then, the front door to our three-bedroom apartment opens, followed by what sounds like shoes being kicked off. I roll my eyes, knowing I’ll have to walk past our other roommate, Ashley, on the way out.
Forget her,
Jen says sternly. Seriously, she’s not worth wasting your breath on. I still can’t believe she got you fired from Salem’s Boutique.
Oh, my god, I know!
I’m geared up to talk shit about Ashley and blame her for all of my life’s problems, but then I take a breath and refocus. Life is short. Too short to hold on to grudges. Do I like Ashley? Hell, no. But do I want to spend the rest of my life stewing over how she stole clothes and jewelry from my place of work and got me fired? Definitely not. Especially since Ashley doesn’t care one bit.
Not to add any pressure,
Jen says as she straightens my blouse and picks away little fuzzies from my skirt. But I need you to get this job. You can’t leave me alone with Ashley!
Yeah, well, I need this job so I’m not homeless when the rent is due,
I mutter.
Jen’s shoulders drop, and I feel like a jerk. She’s a good friend but a little self-centered. We met in a group home in foster care and aged out together, along with Ashley. Jen and I have always been close, but Ashley mostly hung around us because she knew we were looking for a third roommate when we got out.
Right. I’m sorry.
No, Jen, I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair of me to snap at you.
Jen gives me a grin. You’ve got such a tender heart, you know? It’s kind of surprising considering everything we’ve been through.
I shrug, not sure what to say to that. It’s not the first time someone has called me tenderhearted. I don’t understand why that always seems to be a weakness. People who put up walls to keep others out only end up hurt, isolated, and bitter. I’ve had enough pain and loneliness to last a lifetime, so I try to keep my heart open for whatever is next. Do I get shit on from time to time? Most definitely. But I think that says more about the Negative Nancy’s of the world than it does about me.
Dang it, I better get going,
I tell Jen as I glance down at my phone. The next bus will be here in ten minutes.
She helps me gather my purse and resume, then hands me a pair of black heels that she insists are perfect with my outfit.
After shuffling out the door in a rush, I look behind my shoulder and see the bus fast approaching. Dammit, I’m going to have to run to catch it.
I hate running. My philosophy on running is that it’s only necessary when being chased by a wild animal or a serial killer. I’ll have to add late for a life-changing interview
to the approved list of running activities.
The city bus doesn’t even slow down as it passes me, and I make a wretched screeching noise as muddy water splashes up from the puddle on the road, soaking me from head to toe. I was in such a rush I didn’t even realize it was raining. I’m frozen in place, muddy water dripping into my mouth as I stare, slack-jawed, at the rude bus driver.
My anger passes in an instant like it always does, and I’m left feeling pretty damn sorry for myself. The expensive blouse I bought for this interview is stained and soaking wet, clinging to my excessive curves. So much for trying to find a flattering top. The pencil skirt is a bit snug, which isn’t surprising, considering my wide hips, but now everyone will be able to see my muffin top.
I look back over my shoulder, mentally calculating how long it will take me to run the few blocks back home, change, and catch another bus. Too long, I decide. Especially since I already see the next city bus headed toward my stop.
Taking a deep breath, I begin wringing the water from my hair and clothes, then dry off my bus pass with a tissue from my purse. The bus stops this time, the automatic doors opening to reveal a large, middle-aged man with kind brown eyes. If he thinks it’s weird to have a drowned rat on his bus, he sure doesn’t show it. I suppose as long as my bus pass is charged, he could care less who paid the fare.
Once in my seat, I pull out more tissues and attempt to pat my face dry. My once neatly done chignon bun is a bird’s nest of half dry, half wet, matted hair. Digging around in my purse for more bobby pins, I try my best to salvage the situation, but I think everything might fall apart with one good tug.
I know the feeling.
Sighing, I slump back in my seat and stare at the city as it passes me by. I pinch the fabric of my blouse between my thumb and pointer finger, pulling the material away from my skin and letting some air flow through. Maybe if I keep doing it, I’ll be dry by the time I show up at the enigmatic Reed Landis’s house.
Reed is the Dean of Fordham University, a private college here in New York. I may have googled him in preparation for this interview. If I did, it was definitely a mistake. Instead of learning anything important that might help me with my interview, I ended up scrolling through photo after photo of the giant Viking of a man. That’s right. Reed is a Viking in a three-piece suit. Lord, give me strength.
He has dark hair with a sprinkling of salt and pepper on his temples. It makes him look distinguished, experienced, and worldly. A strong brow leads to a straight nose, chiseled cheekbones, and a sharp jaw, mostly covered in stubble. And his eyes. Holy Mother Earth, are they green. Greener than green. The purest green known to man, I’m sure of it.
Again, none of that is useful information for this interview. Instead, I’m more nervous than ever, knowing I look like I just wrestled a Ninja Turtle