Kyra Lennon

His jaw was set, telling me I should back off. Unfortunately, being a gobby cow meant I couldn__.

It wasn__ fair. It wasn__ fair that I__ stumbled across the kind of man I used to find irresistible, or that he__ managed to stare right inside my head to locate my weaknesses. The thrill of being wanted while pretending not to be interested was a game I__ played over and over during my youth. I__ thrived on it. I__ done more than my share of getting mixed up with men who were all ego and muscles, and Radleigh McCoy reminded me exactly why I__ given them up. Danger, the chase. It was never worth the pain in the end.Unfortunately, my body hadn__ got the memo yet.

Okay, on my first night, he tried to chat me up. You know how the story goes. __ou have the most beautiful eyes, I__ very rich, want to see my bedroom?_ Blah, blah, blah.___nd because you turned him down, he__ more determined than ever,_ Will guessed, with amazing accuracy. __ou did turn him down, right?___f course,_ I told him, insulted by the insinuation I would drop my knickers for a glass of wine. __o you think I__ risk my job for a quick tumble in the sheets with him?

Erica had asked me a million times. 'Madison, are you sure you__e just the child minder? He pays you a lot of money for doing hardly anything.' Pushing aside the blatant insinuation that I was his weekend whore, I__ always told her the absolute truth. He__ never so much as looked at me inappropriately, let alone anything more.

I focused, rather embarrassingly, on his chest which was rising and falling slowly. I left teeth marks!