Until I walk in on the daddy working out. Whoa, baby. Tall, muscular, and so frigging hot. He's wet with sweat – and I’m wet with desire. The way he growls lifting those weights makes me want him to growl while he's bending me over. I wasn’t thrilled about this job, at first. I’m a pastry chef, not a babysitter. But damn, just the smell of him is making me delirious. I think I’ll hang around a while. This is one man I wouldn’t mind putting something in my oven. This novella has a happily ever after that will have you panting for more!