The Billionaire’s Temporary Governess
French Conquests, Book 2
Twelve years ago, William Dubois chose duty over love and married a woman he didn't want, leaving behind the only girl who ever captured his heart. Now a powerful count, he's built a life around his beloved daughter Willa, convinced he'll never see Naisha again.
Until she walks back into his world.
Naisha is running from a dangerous ex-boyfriend and desperate for a fresh start. When William offers her a position as Willa's governess, she tells herself it's just a job in a charming French château. But the attraction that once burned between them ignites again, threatening to unravel everything she's trying to rebuild.
William wants her. Naisha wants to protect her heart. And Willa needs them both.
But when the man hunting Naisha tracks her down, William discovers he'll do anything to keep her safe. As secrets from his marriage unravel and old wounds reopen, William must choose between the comfortable lie his life has become and the messy, dangerous truth of loving Naisha.
Not relinquishing his grip on Naisha’s arm, William shoved open the door and in they went.
“What the hell!” she exploded as he gave the door a vicious kick to shut it and then rammed the lock into place.
He rounded on her. “What the hell, me? What the hell, you! Why are you walking around in,” he gestured at the slip of a dress she was wearing, “in that, and dancing the way you were on the floor? All those men were watching.”
She shot back. “Men watch me all the time.”
He groaned in frustration, knowing that he was still painfully aroused, and there she was, face aflame with outrage, lips pouting, dark eyes accusing. “The way you moved out there, Naisha!”
Her lips curved. “I thought you liked the way I was moving. Given how hard you were when you were pressed against me.”
So, he thought, she was well aware of his discomfort. “I don’t like it. Those men, staring at you. J’aime pas.”
She stared at him in astonishment. “You don’t like it when men look at me, but you’re fine when two skanks with cheap extensions and press-on nails rub their scrawny little bodies all over you?” She gestured towards his chest. “You still have body glitter on your shirt, William! So don’t stand there and tell me—”
A kiss shut her up, and he was glad about it. It was a ferocious kiss, nothing like the sweet, gentle comfort of the last time their lips pressed against each other’s. She writhed angrily, but he tightened his grasp.
He could taste the cherry gloss on her lips, and beneath that, a layer that was all her. Her mouth was hot, fresh, and as he plundered it, he felt mounting triumph. He felt like an astronaut planting a flag on the moon, like a carpetbagger staking a claim on fertile prairie land.
Mine, mine, mine.
