The wrong nanny, or a cleaning lady for an oligarch. Blood Y.

A random meeting in the corridor, a short conversation - and now I am no longer a cleaning lady, but a nanny of an arrogant, ill -mannered teenager. However, his father is no better - imperious, cold, taciturn... and insanely beautiful. From one glance at him, my soul breaks into heaven... But can I allow my feelings to flare up? He is not a simple mortal. If it pays attention to me, then it is unlikely to be seriously... It is a pity you can’t only order the heart.