I love a challenge. And Ember Jones is the perfect challenge for me.
Those green eyes. That blond hair. That cynical, sarcastic tongue.
I bet I can put her tongue to much better use.
But first, I need to tackle something else.
There’s a baby on my doorstep, with a note saying she’s mine.
And I don’t know how to be a father.
So, I’m paying Ember to look after my kid.
If I end up in the nanny’s panties, then…
Where’s the harm in that?