Bossed By The Grumpy Pixie

A single mom does not fall for the nanny. Especially when she's a business owner, and a pixie running on spite, chocolate, and weaponized caffeine. I don't have time for feelings. I barely have time for sleep.

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After one too many childcare disasters, I'm officially out of options. Enter Noah Mercer with his movie star looks.

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Noah is tall, patient, and annoyingly perfect for the job. He moves into my tiny basement apartment, charms both my kids in a single afternoon, and has my entire disaster of a life running smooth within a week. He handles my snark without flinching, my chaos without complaining, and my daughter's teenage meltdowns like he was born for it.

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He's also so unfairly gorgeous that it's driving me to distraction. And by the way his gaze lingers when he thinks I'm not looking, I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual.

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Which would be amazing… if I weren't his boss.

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A freshly divorced pixie does not hook up with the manny. Not when when falling for him could wreck the only stable thing in her kids' lives.

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But the longer he stays, the harder it gets to remember the rules.

No staring. No fantasizing. Definitely no falling in love.