Wait. What?
The word echoed around my ears, dancing like a loose bullet.
Nanny?
Serge Sterling had to be kidding , he didn't blackmail me with that video, ship my husband off to some godforsaken training facility upstate, and drag me to his glass tower just to make me change diapers?
My mouth opened, but nothing came out. my tongue feeling like a dry piece of wood.
I stood frozen in the entryway, fingers gripping the strap of my cheap duffel bag so tightly the canvas was digging into my palm.
I wanted to turn around.
I wanted to run straight back to the elevator, hit the ground floor, and sprint all the way back to my cramped kitchen.
But I couldn't.
The weight of Serge's fingers was still burning against my jaw and that image of me naked and pinned against a door was stil
