SARAH TOOK A DEEP CALMING breath and entered the dining room at the designated time. She hadn’t known how formal Enrique would be dressed, so she had worn a knee length black skirt, flat ballet slippers, and a gray turtleneck cotton jumper.
She took one look at him in his beautifully tailored black pants and crisp pale blue shirt and knew she was underdressed. She smiled to herself.
She was the nanny, not his date. No need to compare her state of dress to her boss.
“Mr. Martinez,” Sarah nodded her head and smiled.
“Miss Louis.”
Sarah was conscious of the way his eyes ran over her figure. His mouth had tightened at the edges as though he were upset with her. But why would that be?
“I’m sorry if I’m not wearing the right thing, Mr. Martinez. May I go back and change?”
She watched
