The Nanny and the Beast

By Carter Blake

My new nanny may just be the most stubborn, frustrating…sexy woman I've ever met. And I can't get her out of my f*cking head.

She thinks I'm a cold, heartless beast. And she's right. I'm used to getting what I want, used to people trembling at my feet, but the only trembling Eliana does is when I touch her.

Too bad all those curves she hides under baggy sweatshirts and jeans are off limits. Because as much as I want to silence that sassy little mouth of hers with my own, I can't ruin the first good thing that's come into my daughter's life since her mother abandoned us.

I have three rules when it comes to Eliana…

Don't touch.

Don't feel.

Don't fall for the Nanny.

But tonight, I'm going to break each one. Give her everything her body has been begging me for. And show her just how much of a beast I really am.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carter Blake
• Release date: Oct 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201960728

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Chapter One

Lucas

Who the hell is Eliana? I shout into the intercom to my secretary when I scan my day’s agenda. I just have a note in my diary: Meeting with Eliana, 10 a.m., with a goddamn smiley face next to it.

If I could get help—any help—in this office, I would be a fucking trillionaire, rather than a billionaire.

I am, a feminine voice says, making me look up.

Shit.

At first glance, the woman looks like a typical all-American college student, dressed in a baggy Notre Dame sweatshirt and a pair of old jeans. Nothing special, until my gaze lands on her face.

She’s gorgeous. Not the typical runway-model, I-only-eat-salad-with-no-dressing look like my ex-wife, but the striking beauty of a woman confident in herself, and her curves. Lush, bee-stung lips that practically beg to be wrapped around my cock. Large, doe-like eyes that could have any man melting in a pool of romantic mush with a single look.

Thank God, I’m not any man. I’m Lucas fucking Philip. Cold-hearted son-of-a-bitch whose emotions are locked behind a steel cage.

The woman fidgets as she moves across the large room towards me.

My cock says, Hello Eliana.

But my mouth says, What do you want?

She doesn’t flinch like most people would. Instead, she says calmly, Your assistant said you’re free to talk.

I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes because I don’t have the time or patience for whatever my secretary said. I’ve fired the woman three times, but HR keeps insisting that it’s unlawful dismissal.

Bullshit.

She’s useless. How is that unlawful?

I’m pretty sure my father put something in her contract that makes it impossible to get rid of her – he's the one who hired her. For what reason, I have no idea. Sometimes, I get paranoid and think that she's some kind of spy for him. Even though he’s semi-retired, the man is constantly in my business, never fully trusting me, despite the billions I’ve made this company.

But it’s never enough.

Not for him. And not for me.

This is where I thrive. Work. Making money.

Business is what I know. And I’m fucking good at it. Better than good. I’m the best at what I do.

It’s people that I have a problem with. Either they’re spineless cowards with no independent thoughts of their own, or they’re backstabbing cheaters who are willing to throw away six years of marriage and the love of a five-year-old girl, all for a meaningless fling with the pool boy.

My stomach twists when I think about my ex-wife. It’s been over a year since she left, but it’s still a fresh wound to my ego. Just now, instead of pain, all I feel is anger and bitterness.

And that’s what I project when I growl out, Don’t just stand there. Tell me what you’re here for, so I can get back to work.

Dark eyes narrow on me and her lips purse slightly before she says, I came to talk about Lily.

Shit. She must be the new help. The woman my mom hired on my behalf when the last nanny walked out. My cock hardens almost painfully when I think about the beauty standing in front of me sleeping under my roof for the past three weeks.

How the hell had I not seen her before now? Guilt creeps into my chest. I know how. Because I work too damn much.

Has it really been that long since I’d seen my daughter?

Fuck. I’m not getting any father of the year awards, that’s certain.

And? I ask, dragging my fingers through my hair and breathing out a deep sigh.

Well, I’ve been working with her for almost a month, and you and I have never met.

I raise an eyebrow in expectation for some better excuse for her interrupting my day.

And? I repeat.

For the first time since she entered my office, I see a trace of hesitation. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other and says, I thought it would be good for us to meet.

I’m not sure why she thinks it’s so important. I have no doubt she’ll be gone by the end of the month –– or sooner. One month seems to be the breaking point of the previous nannies I’ve brought in to take care of Lily.

My daughter didn’t just inherit my good looks, she also got my cunning ability to manipulate and control. She’s driven the previous hires away through brilliant little tactics that would wear down even the most patient of saints. As much as I hate to admit it, I have to admire the kid’s gusto. And, in all honesty, it’s my opinion that if you can’t outwit a six-year-old, then you should probably find a new line of work.

Eliana is watching me expectantly. Her tongue darts out across