© 2013 Kimber Lee THE DILF

Former movie star and recluse, Devin Shaw, has no idea what to do with a daughter that has been dumped on his doorstep by a long-forgotten ex. Six-year-old Ophelia needs someone competent to take care of her.

Rory Harding is desperately in need of a job and being a governess to a six-year-old is easy money, right? But there's a reason Devin's a hermit and it's not very pretty...

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SNEAK PEEK

Devin's eyes – they were a sort of hazel-gold colour – drank Rory's naked body in like a dehydrated nomad. Long-lashed and intense, they saw into her very soul and in that moment, Rory wished she weren't so clumsy and that everything didn't hurt.

"You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop her into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery."

"So I noticed," Rory said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly.

To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit."

Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue."

A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me."

She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...