Naughty Scot (Love Without Limits Book 1) by Frankie Love & C.M. Seabrook

Author:Frankie Love & C.M. Seabrook [Love, Frankie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Elsie

Brodie has been such a good sleeper all week, but it’s as if he can sense things are off with his father and me. Once he’s awake, he has no interest in sleeping.

Kier though, has no problem leaving my room, his massive cock thick between his legs, and slamming his bedroom door. I can’t sleep with a virgin. His sharp words of rejection slice through me. Each fresh wail of Brodie has tears brimming in my eyes. I rock him in my arms, pacing the long formal dining room that’s hardly put to use. The portraits on the wall collect dust, featuring Kier’s family from a decade ago. There isn’t a single photo of Brodie in the house, none of his wife.

Maybe it’s too painful for Kier to look at, maybe he swept them all away after his wife died.

Shame runs over me. Why did I offer myself to a widower who is still grieving his wife’s passing? How inappropriate can I be? I’m a nanny, not a rebound. And Brodie is a few months old which means Kier lost his partner such a short while ago.

I’m embarrassed, but also frustrated.

It wasn’t one-sided. I saw Kier, felt Kier... he wanted me.

But for all the wrong reasons.

I wanted him because I felt like there was something between us... something special. But what a fool I was, throwing myself at my employer.

As I pat Brodie’s back, trying to calm him, I walk outside through the front door. It’s a warm summer’s night and the sweet grass from the surrounding fields waft over us. Before I came to Scotland, I memorized old Scottish Gaelic lullabies, knowing I’d be looking after a baby boy in the highlands. Singing, I try to soothe him.

Gille nan caorachan, gille nan caorachan

Gille nan caorachan, gaolach thu.

Hearing a noise inside the house, I turn and see Kier on the stairwell. His eyes meet mine for a moment before I turn away, unable to look at him, embarrassed at what took place upstairs. What felt so good, so right, so quickly turned into a disaster.

I repeat the chorus and Brodie’s cries finally begin to lessen. My voice becomes a whisper, as Kier walks back upstairs. My heart tightens, confused and alone. Holding the little one closer, I kiss his head, sweeping his soft curls aside and breathing his perfect baby smell. I sing the song again as I walk back upstairs to the nursery, passing Kier’s room, and I lay the boy in his crib.

The lyrics are perfect for Brodie...

Boy of the sheep, boy of the sheep

Boy of the sheep, my darling you are.

I close the nursery door, a chill settling over me despite the warm night. Pulling the quilt over myself, I try to sleep, wondering how I will face my boss tomorrow.

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