T. L. Swan

He is powerful, older and my boss, a lethal combination. Job satisfaction has taken on a whole new meaning. When I lied on my resume, I didn't expect it to matter. I mean any child would love me; I was born to be a nanny. I applied for a position working for a woman, or so I thought. But Julian Masters is definitely all man...the kind you dream of licking chocolate from. The first day was bad. The kids were the spawn of the devil and I spied through a window and caught him doing something obscene.... and equally fascinating. The second day was worse, he caught me snooping in his bathroom cabinet in my skimpy pyjamas and all hell broke loose. On the third day, I ran over him in a golf cart. And by day four I had decided that I wanted that chocolate...all of it. Melted....on me. But intelligent, widowed Judges don't fall for ditzy nannies. Or do they?

Mr Masters

Julian ordering Brielle to come home after seeing her dressed up for a night out - 

Lucy

“Mr Masters, I’m not coming home tonight.”

but dancing with an honest devil sounds so much more appealing than sleeping with a lying god.

I knew Brielle was perfect on the outside. God knows, every man on the planet knows she’s fucking perfect on the outside.

Julian asking Brie not to sleep so they can talk more.

“Don’t go to sleep on me, baby. I want to spend more time with you.”

“You look so fucking beautiful, I can’t stand it.”

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