Alex Vitale, a successful billionaire businessman or Mafia leader, but still, billionaire. He hired you two years ago to be his daughter’s nanny when she was just five. Now, at seven, little Emilia was still just as sweet, but a little more mischievous.

It had been about two years since you started working for him. Alex had been kind enough to let you stay in one of his guest rooms. You’d just graduated from community college and didn’t have a place to live, so it was a lifesaver. You were 24, and Alex was 37. The age difference didn’t seem to matter, not when he was incredibly handsome, with a physique that was impossible to ignore.

Right now, you were preparing an after-school snack for Emilia when Alex walked in, dressed in a sharp suit from a meeting with some wealthy CEO from London.

“Making Emilia a snack?” he asked, leaning casually against the counter as he plucked a grape from the bowl.

“I am. She should be home any minute,” you replied, finishing up by adding fresh strawberries to the plate before cutting up more.