getting out some pent-up energy. He couldn’t believe she had any energy left after being up all night—especially considering that her “nanny” was a lifeless lump under the covers on the bed—and he decided he had made the right decision by handling some of the morning duties so Madelyn could sleep.
He went downstairs to get a bottle out of the refrigerator. Having seen Madelyn feed Sabrina, he knew at least the basics. After warming it, he laid the baby in the crook of his elbow and popped the nipple into her mouth as he headed upstairs again. He might want to give Madelyn a few extra minutes of sleep, but feeling a damp spot forming on his undershirt from Sabrina’s soggy diaper, he realized that wasn’t practical.
He walked over to Madelyn’s bed and stared downat her. She was sleeping so soundly and he was so well aware that she hadn’t gotten any rest again the night before that he didn’t have the heart to wake her.
The weakness made him mad. Damn it! This was her job! He didn’t have time for this and he most certainly wasn’t dressed for it. If he didn’t do something soon his Armani trousers would be the next victim of Sabrina’s leaky diaper.
He leaned over and whispered, “Madelyn?” as if waking her with a soft voice somehow made it okay. But, bent close to her face, he could see the perfection of her pale complexion, her pert little nose and her full lips.
He swallowed, remembering what it felt like to kiss those lips. He’d intended to prove a point to her, but ended up proving a point to both of them. They had chemistry. Wonderful chemistry for two people who could become lovers, but wickedly bad chemistry for an old man with a young woman who had to live together in his house for God knew how long. Particularly since said woman had a suspicious dad who’d already come over on Saturday, probably to check up on Ty.
Remembering punch-first-ask-questions-later Ron Gentry, Ty pulled back from the bed and decided to finish feeding the baby before he woke Madelyn. He didn’t want to get on the bad side of her dad, but also, making the proactive choice to feed the baby as opposed to the negative choice of not waking the nanny wasn’t so much a weakness as a matter of practicality. Madelyn needed sleep and Ty had more or less created a deadline. When the kid was fed, Madelyn would be awakened. As for the wetness currently seeping downward toward…He’d burn the trousers.
Sabrina gulped down her bottle in what Ty considered record time. After he set the empty on a nightstand, Ty and his damp trousers turned to the bed where Madeline slept. Again, regret for having to wake her swamped him, but when that guilt nearly had him turning away, he stopped himself.
He decided to look at this from Madelyn’s point of view. She behaved like someone who really wanted to succeed, and as someone who had struggled from a position at the bottom himself, Ty knew that anybody seeking true success had to work harder than most people were willing to work and do things most people weren’t willing to do. If this PR “kid” wanted to reach the top, there were dues to pay. And this was where she paid them. If Ty didn’t wake her, he would be cheating her out of an opportunity to prove herself.
That was much better.
Properly motivated to wake her, Ty moved to the bed, leaned down and accidentally sniffed the scent of something floral as he again noticed how soft she looked. And peaceful. So needy of the rest she was getting that his compassion took over again and he could not wake her.
Damn it! What the hell was happening to him?
Luckily, Sabrina suffered from no qualm of conscience about waking her caregiver. She shrieked, probably as unhappy with her wet diaper as Ty was, and without thinking Ty nuzzled her to settle her down. “Shhh.”
Madelyn stirred, and Ty glanced from the baby to Madelyn and back to the baby. Realizing again that Sabrina had no problem waking Madelyn, Ty nuzzledSabrina,
He went downstairs to get a bottle out of the refrigerator. Having seen Madelyn feed Sabrina, he knew at least the basics. After warming it, he laid the baby in the crook of his elbow and popped the nipple into her mouth as he headed upstairs again. He might want to give Madelyn a few extra minutes of sleep, but feeling a damp spot forming on his undershirt from Sabrina’s soggy diaper, he realized that wasn’t practical.
He walked over to Madelyn’s bed and stared downat her. She was sleeping so soundly and he was so well aware that she hadn’t gotten any rest again the night before that he didn’t have the heart to wake her.
The weakness made him mad. Damn it! This was her job! He didn’t have time for this and he most certainly wasn’t dressed for it. If he didn’t do something soon his Armani trousers would be the next victim of Sabrina’s leaky diaper.
He leaned over and whispered, “Madelyn?” as if waking her with a soft voice somehow made it okay. But, bent close to her face, he could see the perfection of her pale complexion, her pert little nose and her full lips.
He swallowed, remembering what it felt like to kiss those lips. He’d intended to prove a point to her, but ended up proving a point to both of them. They had chemistry. Wonderful chemistry for two people who could become lovers, but wickedly bad chemistry for an old man with a young woman who had to live together in his house for God knew how long. Particularly since said woman had a suspicious dad who’d already come over on Saturday, probably to check up on Ty.
Remembering punch-first-ask-questions-later Ron Gentry, Ty pulled back from the bed and decided to finish feeding the baby before he woke Madelyn. He didn’t want to get on the bad side of her dad, but also, making the proactive choice to feed the baby as opposed to the negative choice of not waking the nanny wasn’t so much a weakness as a matter of practicality. Madelyn needed sleep and Ty had more or less created a deadline. When the kid was fed, Madelyn would be awakened. As for the wetness currently seeping downward toward…He’d burn the trousers.
Sabrina gulped down her bottle in what Ty considered record time. After he set the empty on a nightstand, Ty and his damp trousers turned to the bed where Madeline slept. Again, regret for having to wake her swamped him, but when that guilt nearly had him turning away, he stopped himself.
He decided to look at this from Madelyn’s point of view. She behaved like someone who really wanted to succeed, and as someone who had struggled from a position at the bottom himself, Ty knew that anybody seeking true success had to work harder than most people were willing to work and do things most people weren’t willing to do. If this PR “kid” wanted to reach the top, there were dues to pay. And this was where she paid them. If Ty didn’t wake her, he would be cheating her out of an opportunity to prove herself.
That was much better.
Properly motivated to wake her, Ty moved to the bed, leaned down and accidentally sniffed the scent of something floral as he again noticed how soft she looked. And peaceful. So needy of the rest she was getting that his compassion took over again and he could not wake her.
Damn it! What the hell was happening to him?
Luckily, Sabrina suffered from no qualm of conscience about waking her caregiver. She shrieked, probably as unhappy with her wet diaper as Ty was, and without thinking Ty nuzzled her to settle her down. “Shhh.”
Madelyn stirred, and Ty glanced from the baby to Madelyn and back to the baby. Realizing again that Sabrina had no problem waking Madelyn, Ty nuzzledSabrina,
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