Page 3 of The Nanny's Bossy Billionaire

“Brooke,” she says, “I love you, but I’d never let you dress yourself to go to a club like Empire. You’d get us kicked out.”

“I have nice clothes.”

“Yeah, from H&M.”

“Fine.” I huff. “Show me my options.”

We stop in front of her closet. I can see she’s excited. Stella loves to dress and make me up. Actually, anyone would do, just that I’m usually the most available option to try out a new makeup look on. She looks at me like she’s never seen me before. “Let’s see… five-seven, great legs”—she pokes her face into her small closet—“big ass…”

“Stella!”

“I couldn’t resist.” She laughs. “You have curves a lot of women would kill for, too bad you don’t like to flaunt them.” She finds her mark. “Well, not tonight, girlfriend. I have the perfect dress for you.” She throws a tiny midnight-blue dress on the bed, and I pick and hold it up.

“This is the size of a sock.”

“It stretches,” Stella informs me, “and it’s great, trust me.”

I throw it back on the bed, shaking my head. I don’t think so. “Let’s keep looking.”

“Okay, how about this?” She holds out a sleeveless short black number. “This is Ralph Lauren, and it’s perfect,” she announces. “It has a built-in bra and corset and will make your boobs look amazing. It’s also a size too big so it’s the closest thing to a size 8 I’ve got.”

I take the dress she hands out and immediately love the feel of the thick material. I try it on. When Stella fastens the zip, and I turn to look in the mirror, I see she is right. It fits like a glove and flows over my curves without pinching or digging. And my breasts look amazing.

“Not bad actually.” I tug on the hem. “Maybe a tad too short—”

“Brooke, it’s perfect on you, stop fussing.”

Stella changes into a backless, sparkly black halter neck minidress, then we head into her bathroom to get our makeup on. Stella does my foundation and contouring and finishes my eyes with a smokey gray shadow.

Before doing my lips, she hands me a cup that contains a concoction she whipped up in the kitchen earlier.

“Drink up. We are almost done,” she says. It’s a little stronger than I expect but I chug it. She finishes off with my lips and takes a step back.

“Perfect,” she pronounces, then turns to do her own makeup. I turn to my reflection and take in the results. She’s managed to emphasize my dark gray almond-shaped eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips, all without looking overdone.

“Wow,” I say.

“I know, I’m awesome.” She smiles, looking at me in the mirror.

We take a taxi to Fifth Avenue, where the Empire nightclub is. When we reach the high-rise building, I pause, taking in the breadth and height. Stella pulls my hand. “Come on, Cinderella, our ball awaits.”

Chapter Two

Brooke

The Empire nightclub ison the fortieth floor of the Grandeur Hotel. While I haven’t been to many clubs, I know this has to be one of the most upscale ones around.

The music is loud, but I can tell the sound mixing is top-notch because rather than brutally stabbing into your eardrums, it feels somewhat more like a caress. The air isn’t cloying with stale sweat and alcohol as I imagined was the case for all nightclubs. I’m thinking there must be great ventilation. This is no ordinary nightclub. Even the people look expensive, and I’m glad I let Stella style me tonight.

“They always have a different celebrity DJ on most nights, and tonight, it’s Zedd.” The name sounds familiar.

“I’ve managed to get us VIP lounge access, which means free drinks, and if we get lucky, we might get to hang out with Zedd,” Stella says as we reach the bar.

I’m amazed by that. I’m still surprised she managed to get us into the club, never mind the VIPsection.

“How did you manage that?”

“Remember the model I worked on two weeks ago, Natalia?” Stella asks.

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