“So,” she pauses to gather her thoughts. “Because I’m your date tonight? Do I get my job back tomorrow?” She’s so fucking cute when she’s delusional. “No.” I shake my head. “But, Thomas… I need this job.” “And I need you.” She doesn’t respond to my comment but her eyes snap back up to mine. “I need you, Peyton. I need you as more than just James' nanny. I want to make us official.” She shivers. “I want you in my bed every fucking night with your legs tangled in mine and the heat of your body pressed against me. I want to wake up with my head between your legs for breakfast before breakfast,” I
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