Billionaire's Nanny

The job was supposed to be simple: look after his son. Falling for my wealthy, powerful, and twenty years older boss was definitely not part of the contract.

He's my employer. I'm a nanny to his son. That's where it must stay.

Except...it doesn't.

I can't resist his dark eyes staring right into my soul.
I want his large hands to hold my body. I want his lips to taste mine.
His presence drives me...crazy.
But does he feel the same? Or am I just imagining it all?
I guess it's time to finally learn what I've signed up for.