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But those words were more honest than anything I’d said so far.

Ford Dalton screamed power.

And remembering just how much power he’d given me on the back of Gabby’s couch and again on her wooden table was making my entire body blush.

A topic I’d much rather ponder than the lies.

When I finally glanced up, there was hunger in his stare.

A hunger I recognized. I’d seen the same look while we were at the bar and again when we were eating dinner.

“I’m shocked as hell right now.”

“Me too,” I whispered.

“I just assumed you worked in the education field. I realize now that I never asked.”

I reached inside my bag and pulled out my résumé, setting it on his desk. “I’m not sure if you’ve already seen this.”

“I haven’t.”

“Then, take a look. My background is all on there, detailed. The last four years, I was employed by the Turner family as an au pair for their three children. I homeschooled them, baked for them. Raised them, if I’m being honest.”

“An au pair,” he said as he looked at the sheet.