Nanny x boss
Grace.
I didn’t know what to expect from a man who needed a live-in nanny but also lived in a house big enough to be mistaken for a boutique hotel.
The place was modern, with gray stone exterior, sharp windows that gleamed, and intimidating as hell. I stood at the front door with my best “I’m totally qualified” smile, even though my stomach had flipped three times since I left the train station. I double-checked my blouse, tucked in my hair, and rang the doorbell before I could talk myself out of it.
The door opened almost instantly.
And there he was.
Not the assistant I was expecting. Not a housekeeper or a tired grandma. Just… him. Daniel Carter. The man who’d emailed me last week with minimal details and maximum directness.
He looked nothing like what I imagined a
