She pulled away a little, bringing a hand up and running a finger between my breasts. "During our interview, I thought you might be gay, the way you were looking at me. It's why I took the job. Maybe I wouldn't have to hide here, with you.
"I knew you were beautiful, and being near you made my heart race. But then I saw what a wonderful mother you are."
"No, I'm not, I..."
"Yes you are. You should see the things I've seen, the things other nannies I know see. Kids that are practically neglected by their wealthy parents. But not you. You play with her, you read to her. That night, coming back from the park, when you talked about what it was to be a parent, I knew then, I wanted a family with you. You're everything I've ever dreamed of." She grinned. "If only I could make you love me."
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