"Her job was to care for the child. But the real temptation slept across the hall."
Camila had seen it all distant wives, busy husbands, loveless mansions full of luxury and loneliness. But nothing had prepared her for the Davenports.
They hired her through an elite agency. Private interviews. Background checks. Even a binding non-disclosure agreement.
Camila was twenty-five, curvy, sharp-eyed, and good with kids. She'd never once broken the rules.
Until Mr. Davenport.
The moment she met him, she knew this wasn't just another live-in nanny job.
Julian Davenport was tall, dark-haired, and too young to be a billionaire. His wife, Clarisse, was cold and often away; charity events, gallery openings, yacht parties. Julian, however, worked from home. Always in his tailored shirts, sleeves
