Eleven: Harlow

ELEVEN

HARLOW

“ I missed you,” a deep, sexy voice said. “I missed you so fucking much…”

My eyes fluttered open as Mr. Dawson lifted Charlotte from my arms. He kissed her forehead and carried her over to the fluffy corner chair.

“How was your day today?” he asked.

“It was pretty hectic and intense,” I said. “This is the first chance I’ve had to sit down since you left.”

“I was talking to my daughter .” He shot me a look.

“Oh.”

He peppered her cheeks with kisses. “Did you miss me?”

I glanced at my phone. One a.m.

Standing up, I ensured William’s pacifier was still in his mouth before heading to my room.

Per the nanny guide, whenever he came home from work, he wanted to spend time with the twins alone.

I set a timer for four hours and plopped onto the bed.

As soon as I shut my eyes, something tapped my shoulders.

What the? I rolled over to see Mr. Dawson.

“I’m going back to work, Miss Hawthorne,” he said. “I suggest you return to the nursery.”

“Huh?” I sat up. “You literally just got home, and you were only with your kids for like thirty minutes.”

“Thanks for keeping track of me,” he said. “Do I need to remind you to pick up Olivia from school today, or can you handle that?”

“What I can’t handle is you being condescending or changing the rules on a whim.” I was too exhausted to be polite. “When exactly am I supposed to nap or recharge if I only get one thirty minute break a day?”

“You’re the professional nanny, Miss Hawthorne. You tell me.”

I didn’t have a rebuttal for that.

“Since you want to add keeping track of me to your task list,” he said, heading to the door, “I’ll be home around the same time tonight, too.”