"Today is the first time we've ever met. How exactly would I have slipped underwear into your jacket?"
"Seems more like you cheated on your wife and couldn't get enough, so you kept her underwear tucked against your chest to sniff whenever you felt like it."
The words were so blunt the entire table went silent. Every guest turned to stare at him.
Samuel's face went scarlet, but he kept talking, fighting to save himself.
"Nonsense! You're one of the maternity nannies in my household!"
"From the very first day you wouldn't stop making eyes at me. When I ignored you, you got bolder!"
"Last night I wasn't paying attention for one moment—you pushed my door open, crawled under the covers, and threw yourself at me!"
"If I hadn't threatened to call my wife in from right outside that door and have you fired on the spot, you never would have stopped!"
His words made Effie's brow crease.
Since the birth, the professional nanny team had advised her and Samuel to sleep in separate rooms.
Last night she'd gotten up thirsty for water, and passing his door, she had heard something.
Her sharp gaze landed on me.
Effie was starting to believe him, and Samuel saw it—so he put on a show and kept smearing me.