Breeding The Babysitter #10: Bethany

The man who opened the door threatened to take Bethany's breath away. He was tall, with crimson locks that hung to his shoulders, small braids throughout weaved with flowers- no doubt the work of the little girl she'd come to nanny, Bethany mused, a smile tugging at her lips. Brilliant emerald eyes and crimson scruff around his jaw, freckles littered across his cheeks and nose. Broad shoulders that made him look like he could probably pick her up in one arm and throw her over his shoulder with ease. And despite the bags that showed clear exhaustion under his eyes, there was no mistaking the smile on his lips.