The Naughty, The Nice and The Nanny (Holiday Brothers, #1)

by Willa Nash

I’d escaped to the safety of my own home where I’d had to watch Home Alone twice to improve my mood. If I did get fired today, I’d already queued up The Polar Express and a pint of ice cream.

“What favor?” I plucked my coat from a hook and pulled it on. Unless he asked me to give up sugar in December, whatever favor he asked for—sexual or not—would likely be met with a resounding yes.

Teenage Natalie did a fist pump. Adult Natalie smacked teenage Natalie’s hand. You’re his employee. Sort-of employee.

“Don’t even think about it. She’s mine.” The claim blurted from my mouth before my brain could engage.