Myra could not help glancing at the man beside her over and over again.
He was completely unlike the shy Professor who had been embarrassed to talk to her at the gym.
“Is something wrong, Miss Shaw? You keep looking at me,” he said, and she almost choked on air.
Why was she losing footing so early?
Why did it suddenly feel like the Professor was in control?
“I have to be somewhere before Nova’s school.” She said,
"So you indeed had plans of being late.”
“I did not.”
“Do you not like this job, Miss Shaw?” He turned burning eyes to her. “I am already interviewing for a second nanny. I could easily hire two.”
The air between them in this closed-up car was so thick with s****l tension she could take the spiciness of it. He was dominating her and she did not like it.
He was aware o
