In retrospect, it might not have been the wisest idea to hand in my V-card to a hot librarian I picked up at my mother’s cocktail party.
In my defense, the man has a French accent, gray hair, and knows a lot about books. The cards were really stacked against me making good choices, folks. I was probably naïve to expect a call after that, but when he didn’t, it hurt to accept he didn’t feel that same connection I did. If that isn’t a sign you need to make a change, I don’t know what is. Too bad the change I get is six months in a remote French chateau, working as a nanny to an adorable little girl—who happens to be the daughter of the single dad I had sex with in a grocery store parking lot. Ellis Delvaux has made it clear he isn’t interested in a relationship. Unfortunately, when you’re a hopeless romantic spending that much time with someone you’re attracted to in what might be the most beautiful place on the planet, things happen. And sometimes, to avoid those things happening, you come up with a list of rules to facilitate six months of secret, no-strings-attached sex with a man who is as off-limits as it gets. What could go wrong?
