A Little Flame for the Cold Boss

“You’ll become a nanny for my son.”

“Leo has a mother,” I say, biting my lip. A lousy mother who absolutely doesn’t watch the child.

“Not exemplary, but he needs exactly her. Her love. Her care. Just like yours.” It’s a pity I’m not his mother… And I can’t replace her. I have other plans for my life… I’m getting married soon.

“I don’t care what you think,” Pokrovsky says dismissively. “You’re my subordinate, and I’m your boss. Consider it a transfer from one position to another—a small promotion. From a coach to a nanny? Is he mocking me?”

“No,” I declare categorically. But inside, two personalities collide—fighting each other. One insists on standing your ground, and the other… asks you to take the boy under your wing. A fiery instigator who will do anything to gain the parents’ attention.

“I can’t.” I say confidently, yet I’m watching the tiny baby snoring in the stroller. A normal child. I see children like this every day. But for some reason, my heart reaches out to him unbearably strong…