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?

He was gorgeous, older, and had the worst reputation in all of England. The way he looked at me sent shivers down my spine. Our first meeting was at a wedding, where he followed me outside and kissed me. Our second meeting ended in a huge fight with me kicking him out. Our third meeting, I went on a double, blind date. You can imagine my surprise when I saw familiar blue eyes across the table opposite my friend. Oh….no…. He was sarcastic and witty and damn, If he wasn’t the sexiest bastard I ever laid eyes on. Then he sent me an email listing thirty reasons why I should go on a date with him. I was expecting a suave and intelligent list. Curious, I read on. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏 – 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟐 – 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟑 – 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝟏𝟑 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞 – 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡. The man’s a fool, his list was some of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever read. And the funniest. We laughed hard…and loved harder. You can outrun everything……except your past. And his has caught up. Wild handsome players don’t fall for wholesome girls like me, Or do they?

He was gorgeous, older and guarded. I knew he was trouble from the moment we locked eyes. We met at work, on my first day as a barista. He smiled, I melted …. then he tasted my coffee and threw it away. Again, the next day, and the next. He hated the coffee, yet still came back. I knew his game. He called my coffee death in a cup. I called him god’s gift to women. I wasn’t lying. Then we ran into each other outside of the coffee house, and that’s when things got interesting. No longer suave and sweet with impeccable manners. Mr Garcia had a darker side, his appetite, thick and heavy. He set me on fire. Unable to help it, we fell hopelessly in love. The highest of highs. But his demons are dark, as are mine. I’m not sure if we can make it and I know that I have two choices. Walk away now to save myself. Or try and hold on and let love be the light. I choose option two.