I was supposed to play nanny.
Not fall in love with a hustla.
Jermaine “Tank” Rogers rides in luxury cars, wears tailored suits, and his street cred stops thugs in their tracks.
Everyone warns me about accepting a job with him.
But once I’m living under Tank’s roof his distant smoky eyes, tatted body, and sultry voice awakens the woman in me.
I ignore my desires and focus on caring for his son.
Then Tank returns home with bloody knuckles and rage in his eyes.
He crawls into my bed and I lose myself in him.
He’s older, my boss, and a man with too many secrets.
I don’t know whether to run or give him my heart.
As if I even have a choice…