My Boss’s Desire

Chapter 7

Serena

Ever since what happened the night before, I had been doing my best to avoid Augusto.

I wasn’t entirely sure what I had felt that night. In fact, my body seemed to know perfectly well, judging by the way it had reacted to him. The problem was that my mind was still a complete mess.

I knew my place in this house and what could happen if we crossed the line separating an employee from her employer. It wasn’t difficult to imagine the consequences, much less who would end up getting hurt if things went wrong.

That was why I wanted to focus solely on Noah and be the nanny he needed. Nothing more.

Today, I had gotten up earlier than usual to nurse him, taking advantage of the opportunity to avoid any contact with Augusto. He hadn’t been at all pleased to discover that I had disobeyed his instructions. I could understand his frustration, but honestly, I’d rather deal with his displeasure than risk making an already complicated situation even worse.

The problem was that, no matter how hard I tried to avoid him, I couldn’t escape the memories.

The sensations from the previous night were still alive in my body, as though everything were happening all over again. All it took was closing my eyes for a few seconds to remember every detail, and that only made it harder to put my thoughts in order.

The rational part of me insisted that it couldn’t happen again. The other part… well, that one didn’t seem to have received the same warning.

It was embarrassing to admit, even to myself, but a part of my body was longing for more contact. I wanted to discover what would happen if I allowed that closeness to continue. I wanted to know how far we might go.

These were absurd thoughts! I was perfectly aware of that.

“Enough, Serena,” I muttered to myself, straightening my clothes.

I sat down in the armchair and took a deep breath. It was time to stop entertaining those indecent thoughts and remind myself why I was here.

Noah needed me.

At least he didn’t make me question every single one of my decisions.

I settled him in my arms and prepared to nurse him. It was time to work, and I needed to do something useful instead of continuing to think about a man who definitely had no business occupying my thoughts.

Especially when I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted him out of them.

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Augusto

Locked away in my office, I should have been concentrating on work.

I should have.

The problem was that my mind kept drifting back to the previous night, replaying every memory with an almost infuriating level of precision. I could still remember the softness of Serena’s skin beneath my hands, the warmth of her body, and the sensation of drawing her n****e into my mouth.

And there was the milk.

Its sweet taste still lingered in my memory, along with the sensation of swallowing it and feeling it slide down my throat. There was something about the experience I couldn’t quite explain, an unexpected intimacy that made the memory even harder to let go of.

I could have spent hours exploring that discovery, feeling Serena’s soft skin against my mouth and savoring the delicate scent that seemed to belong to her alone.

The thought of repeating the entire experience was far too tempting.

Serena, however, remained the same reserved woman I had come to know. She had a shy demeanor and carried herself with the simple, unassuming manners of a girl from the countryside. And despite her inexperience, there was something about her that only deepened my curiosity.

I wanted to get to know her beyond that shyness. I wanted to discover what lay beneath all that modesty and how far she might be willing to go if she could set aside her fear of the consequences.

More than that, I wanted her to want to be with me, too.

The thought of asking her to let me repeat that experience every day actually brought a smile to my face. I could come up with countless excuses to get closer to her, even though I knew none of them would withstand the slightest bit of rational scrutiny.

I needed to work and stop indulging in such inconvenient thoughts.

I shifted in my chair, trying to regain my focus, but my eyes eventually found the image from the camera installed in Noah’s room.

Serena was sitting in the armchair, cradling the baby in her arms. I watched as she opened her blouse and offered him her breast.

The very same one I had caressed and tasted the night before.

My gaze remained fixed on the screen for a few seconds. The parted fabric, the exposed skin, and the familiarity of that gesture brought back memories I was trying, with very little success, to keep under control.

What should have been nothing more than an ordinary moment between a nanny and the baby in her care had become a distraction for me.

I turned my eyes away from the screen, unsettled by how easily Serena managed to occupy my thoughts, even when she wasn’t anywhere near me.

I switched off the camera and turned my attention back to the documents scattered across my desk.

I had a company to run, commitments to honor, and responsibilities that couldn’t wait until my mind decided to behave itself.

Serena was my employee. I knew that perfectly well.

And yet, as I tried to concentrate on the first page of the report, one inconvenient certainty refused to leave me alone: that night hadn’t been enough to satisfy my curiosity.

And if it were up to me, it wouldn’t be the last.