Chapter 6
***Zander***
I checked my watch for the fifth time. Day one on the job and Agatha Young already had me waiting around for her.
I wasn’t a fan of waiting on anything, much less the likely spy turned nanny.
It’d been thirty minutes since I’d arrived on her wing of the house.
I’d paced, I’d checked emails, I’d done everything I could to fill my time.
I had things to do and waiting on the nanny wasn’t one of them.
I gripped the door handle to her bedroom and knocked with my other hand before twisting the handle.
Irritation grew when it twisted and the door swung open.
She hadn’t even locked the door. She’d just gone to sleep in a house with strangers and not bothered to lock the door. What was wrong with her?
“Miss Young?” I stepped farther into her room and frowned at the lump on the far side of the bed. I could just make out a few wild strands of hair sticking out of the top of the blanket. I ground my teeth together as I walked across the room and stopped at the foot of the bed.
Aggie was burrowed in her blanket, her head and face completely covered.
The only part of her sticking out of the covers, besides her hair, was one long, bare leg.
From hip to toes, her leg was exposed, revealing what felt like a never-ending length of silky-smooth skin and a small tattoo over her hip bone.
Against my better judgement, I moved closer to see that her tattoo was of a magnifying glass.
I smiled before backing away. I got the joke.
I even liked it. Her name was Agatha, she had a tattoo of a magnifying glass, and she supposedly worked in a career that basically was just her solving puzzles all day long.
I shook my head and forced my eyes away from that bare leg. It was too enticing.
Standing safely at the end of the bed, I straightened my face and crossed my arms over my chest. “Miss Young! Will you be starting the day with my niece or should I tell her that you’ve already been fired?”
Aggie jerked upright, startled awake by my booming voice.
She fought with her blanket momentarily before she managed to get her head free and face me.
With wild brown hair sticking out in every direction and two mossy green eyes as wide as saucers, she looked like a confused pixie staring at me.
It was almost sweet until her brain kicked on and her attitude caught up with the rest of her.
“What the hell are you doing in my room?” She clutched the blanket to her chest and went up on her knees as she glared at me. “I read your petty contract in full yesterday, Zander, and there was nothing in it about being woken up via screaming asshole!”
I was honestly impressed with her ability to go from dead asleep to fighting mad in less time than it took me to check my watch again.
Her spirit, that fire, called to me in a way she would probably sue me if she knew about, but I kept my reaction to myself.
I stared at her with an expression of boredom on my face, even as she crawled to the end of the bed, right up to where I stood, and poked me in the chest.
“Get out of my room. Now!”
I raised an eyebrow and stared at her finger. “Your workday started half an hour ago. I don’t like being kept waiting, Miss Young. I expect you to be on time from now on. I don’t like fetching the nanny.”
She poked me again and then crawled off the bed. The blanket dropped to her feet and I watched her shudder as I ran my eyes down her barely covered body. She was dressed in an oversized tank top with a questionable quote across her full tits.
“Free mustache rides?” I took my time reading the words, going over them with my eyes until I could guess the weight of each of her breasts accurately. “Is this something I need to worry about you wearing in front of our niece?”
Aggie stepped closer to me, the anger freer in her first thing in the morning. “I wasn’t planning on wearing my sleep shirt in front of your niece, and since you seem to like it so much, maybe I’ll frame it to remember the time the great Zander Graves gave me his sole attention.”
“Your tits.” I slowly met her gaze and smirked. “Just to be correct. I find accuracy to be very important in my business. Your tits had the great Zander Graves’ full attention, Miss Young.”
Her hands met my chest and shoved, the force behind her anger enough to send me back a few steps.
She didn’t stop there, though. She kept pushing me towards the door, her face set in a beautiful display of fury.
“Out. Out of my room, you overgrown man-child. If I wanted someone to scream me awake and focus on my tits, I’d have a baby.
Get out and don’t come back. I won’t be so nice next time. ”
I realized I was having fun about the same time the door slammed shut in my face. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned against it and called out to her. “You’re setting a terrible impression with the CEO of the company you want to work for, Miss Young.”
“You’ll be lucky if I don’t set the CEO on fire.
The nerve of this man, honestly. I should call Dad and have him come take this asshole out.
” She’d transitioned to talking to herself it seemed.
“What’s wrong with God? What kind of joke is it to give a man that looks like that the personality of a jagged piece of metal?
Like women don’t go through enough bullshit? ”
I grinned and turned away, pleased with myself.
It’d been a long time since I’d had any fun and unfortunately for Aggie, riling her up was a lot of fun for me.
She was a spitfire and it was even better because I hadn’t expected it.
When I’d watched her with Blake from afar at the events we’d all attended, she’d seemed the picture of serenity.
She was all reserved smiles and politeness. She’d been Blake’s perfect trophy.
While walking down to the kitchen, I found myself thinking about them together.
Had she shown him her fire? Had he ever been shoved out of her bedroom by a wild-haired woman with murder in her eyes?
More importantly, I wanted to know if he’d ever taken her over his knee and spanked that sass into control.
I wanted to know if she’d even worn another man’s handprints over her ass while smiling serenely.
Had she ever been taken as roughly as she clearly needed?
By the time I reached the kitchen, my dick was uncomfortably stiff and I had to stop just outside of the room to regain my composure.
I could hear my brothers talking to Gracie at the breakfast table and their loud conversation helped me focus on what was important.
The nanny didn’t matter. She’d be gone in no time.
Making sure Gracie was okay was what mattered.