How To Wife Your Nanny A Billionaire Single Dad Romantic Comedy- Melinda Minx Page 0,1
like there’s only one mask left. I’m going to have to be…”
“The pig! The pig!” Toya said.
I smiled and pulled out the pig mask.
I held my mask up. “Okay, everyone, it’s time to put on your mask!”
I put my mask on. It had little eye holes and a big pig nose. I knew I looked ridiculous with it, but the kids loved it.
I walked around the group, helping the younger ones put the masks on.
“Does everyone know what sound your animal makes?” I asked. “Let’s go one at a time.”
I gave each kid a chance to do their animal sound. Some of the kids got really into it, others were shy and just quietly made the noise while looking straight at the floor. When it was my turn, I really hammed it up.
“Oink!” I said. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled around like a pig. I really started snorting in through my nose. Not just saying “oink,” but imitating a pig as best as I possibly could.
The kids were all laughing, and some started crawling around on the carpet with me, making their own sounds with me.
“Are you hungry, Miss Piggy?” Toya asked. She mimicked throwing food to me. I pretended to snarf it up, snorting and making big exaggerated chewing sounds.
When I finally looked up, my blood froze in my veins. A man was towering over me. His face looked like it was carved from marble, but when his cool blue eyes met mine, that statuesque face cracked into a smirk. His hair was medium-length and slicked back, but just the right amount of strands fell forward haphazardly, just above his high cheekbones.
He was wearing a full suit. His tie was a light blue with black patterns and gold trim. I did most of my shopping at thrift stores and Target, so I didn’t know for sure, but the suit looked expensive. It smelled expensive. He smelled expensive.
It wasn’t uncommon to see strikingly attractive people of either gender in New York City. This man was far beyond that though. If I saw him on the other side of the street in Manhattan, even in a crowd of people, I’d stop walking and stare. And then when he passed by me, I’d probably turn around just to gawk as he walked away. I’d probably hold my breath the whole time too, only able to breathe again once he had walked fully out of sight.
I was on my knees in front of him. Bent over. Wearing a skirt with pantyhose...and a pig mask.
Toya held her hand up to my face, shoved it over my mouth, and giggled. “Miss Piggy is still hungry! Oink oink oink!”
I oinked back. Just one time, because my whole face was burning red. In fact, I was pretty sure that every pint of blood in my entire body had somehow moved to my face. That’s how hot it felt. It was a perfect mix of the most embarrassed and most aroused I’d ever felt.
I stood up, and only then did I notice this perfect specimen of a man was holding a little girl’s hand.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Miss Piggy, but is this Reading Hour?”
His voice was deep and smooth, intensely masculine, but soft at the same time. He wasn’t a man who needed to speak loud to be heard.
He was still smirking at me. I grabbed the mask and ripped it off as fast as I could. A horrible pain ripped across my ear lobe. The elastic band of the mask had tangled up in my earring and was tugging on it, and on my ear.
It took every ounce of willpower in me to not swear in front of all the children. I think I managed to get out an “Owie!” but that was not even close to the right word for this situation.
Before I could so much as move, the perfection of a man was leaning into me. He brazenly placed his hand on my shoulder, his thumb resting right up against the soft and sensitive skin of my neck.
I froze, partially because I knew if I moved again I might actually rip my earlobe off, but mostly because he was touching me.
“Don’t move,” he said, “it’s bleeding.”
God. First he had to see me oinking and pretending to eat slop out of a trough fed to me by a four-year-old, and then this? He must have thought I was the most pathetic woman he’d ever seen.