Charlotte and Brett's story was intriguing and complex. She is a nanny for his son, but they have limited interactions due to his horrible disfigurement. This is not just a classic case of "Nanny loves Billionaire" though. There is a mysterious underlying plot tied in regarding the little boy’s mother and the twist and turns are refreshing! When Charlotte and Brett begin interacting, the heat and sexual tension are undeniable and to hear his inner struggle throughout the process is heartbreaking. I love how careful she was with me and how it offered him a second chance at happiness and life. Once he let her in, it turns out to be a whole lot more than either expected.
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"Is your heart racing?" The almost translucent gray of his irises bore into mine.
My heart responded by thumping so hard against my chest I was sure he could hear it. Closeup, his nearness was almost unbearable. I wanted to rip the mask off and show him that i didn't care about his scars and his mangled flesh. I wanted to press my body against his and feel his mouth on mine.
The air between us changed, became thick and viscous. I felt as if I needed to breathe and couldn't. There was so much I wanted to say. So much I couldn't say.
I had a raging hard on. Until she had come I had not even thought of having a woman. Now all I wanted to do was bury my face between her legs and make her threaten to tear the hair off my scalp as I ravaged her cunt.
Brett King, Billionaire.
Yeah, that's me. Once, I had everything: power, looks, fame, an obscene amount of money, a trophy wife, and a beautiful little boy. Then, in a blink of an eye my enviable life was taken away.
I was left with nothing except my dirty money and my heart of stone.
I looked in the mirror and could not recognize myself. God had a sense of humor. I was ugly inside and now I was ugly outside too. It was divine justice.
I retreated to my castle in Wales and allowed no one to come face to face with me. My staff carried out my instructions and asked no questions. The only thing left to me was to acquire more money that I would never spend.
The months passed and I grew accustomed to my isolation. As I roamed about alone I even began to appreciate the darkness of my life. I lost interest in the world outside the thick walls of my castle. Nothing held any interest for me anymore.
Until she came. Charlotte Conrad, the nanny.
At the end of every evening we communicated through the intercom system. She kept me informed about the progress she was making with my son, Zachary.
I was just an employer listening to his employee, but slowly, insidiously, I began to imagine her young body; soft and sensuous against mine.
I wanted to take her. I wanted to hear her talk dirty to me.
I wanted her to unleash the wild, unrestrained animal that was lurking inside me.
I was becoming addicted...
A full length novel with guaranteed HEA.