Page 17 of The Billionaire and the Nanny: Part 2

Bailey

Steppingup to the Hawthorn mansion is like returning to the Beast’s castle after a dark night in the forest. And then, Cinderella, I want you back home. Who does he think he is? I may be employed by him, but he’s not allowed to talk to me that way. As I open the door and enter the house, I see a young woman about my age collecting her purse, as though she’d been waiting forever for me to gethome.

A car pulls up behind me, and she brushes past brusquely. “The baby’s asleep. She had her full bottle, but it took her a while to go down. I think she’s teething. Goodnight.”

Zayden hired a babysitter to watch Olivia.

Of course, he did, or he wouldn’t have been arguing with me at Griffith’s. Amazing that he couldn’t watch her himself. He wasn’t kidding when he said he didn’t want her in his life at all. It makes me so completely sad for her. Could I ever be involved with a man who doesn’t love his ownbaby?

No. Which is why, the sooner I get him out of my head, the better.

I head upstairs to check the baby. Sound asleep. I close her door and glance at Zayden’s. Closed as well, though the light of a TV illuminates the polished dark wood floors. I should go over there and tell him I didn’t appreciate what he did tonight, but I remind myself how nice it is to have money in my bank account and instead, I change quickly in my room. This has been the second weirdest night of mylife.

Unfortunately, I can’t stop thinking about the first weirdest.

The weirdest and most pleasurable and then the most devastating…

The heat in the house feels toasty from the cold but it’s made me parched, so I open my bedroom door again, looking to see if anyone’s around. I’m in my T-shirt and panties, and I know I shouldn’t go prowling around the house this way, but it’ll be quick—thirty secondstops.

I sneak down the stairs, shuffle into the kitchen, grab a glass and press it against the refrigerator door. Tomorrow, I should order a mini fridge for my room (along with that bright yellow pillow), just so I won’t have to run into Zayden anymore. This is a job and nothing else, I tell myself. Take care of the baby, get paid, and get back home all the richer when it’s done. I should think of him as callously as he thinks ofme.

Standing in the kitchen downing the glass of water, I feel my worries washing away. I refill it and prepare to take it upstairs with me when I hear a voice coming from the darkness of the living room which scares the living shit out of me. “Is that how you walk around all your employers’ homes?”

Water splashes over the rim of the glass and trickles onto my shirt. “What the…” I see him, sitting in a leather chair shrouded in darkness like a freakin’ mobster waiting for his target in the alleyway. I almost can’t speak.

“Oh, I forgot,” he drawls. “You don’t have much experience. You just pretend to know what you’re doing.”

“That’s not true,” I mutter, catching my breath in my throat.

“It’s not? You don’t think you’ve misrepresented yourself, Bailey? In all matter of things?” His voice is stern but resolute. Like he’s done chastising me, and now he just wants to tease me. “Comehere.”

I shouldn’t. He’s a wolf in the dark, a predator taking advantage of my weakness. He knows I want him as much as I hate him, and he’s milking it for all it’s worth. Why should I give him the satisfaction?

Because you needit.

The way he commanded your body last time, that’s what you want. What you waited for, Bailey. Boys weren’t good enough—you needed a man. Go tohim.

Even as my brain wants to argue, I take tentative steps toward him, my feet padding on the floor, the glass trembling in my hand. When I’m a foot away from him, I see him more clearly, leg bent in the chair, in the same jeans he wore earlier, his shirt open and unbuttoned. A hand reaches out of the darkness, illuminating in the pale kitchen night light, and takes the water from myhand.

“I said, comehere.”

I come closer. I can’t speak. I can only fall under his spell. Why am I so willing to forgive him for being a dick tonight? Because he was jealous. I believe he was jealous, which means he feels something forme.

When I don’t move quickly enough for him, he reaches an arm out and pulls me by the waist, still holding the glass in his other hand. My knee falls between his on the leather seat for support. Before I can protest, he holds my leg in place and shoves my T-shirt up, exposing my breasts in one swiftmove.

Igasp.

What is this man doing to me? Why can’t I stop what I feel forhim?

My nipples stiffen at the exposure to the raw air. With the glass, he lifts it and lets a few streams of ice cold water trickle down the center of my chest between my breasts. He smiles in the dark and watches as I gasp again. Once more, he sends the ice water snaking over my skin, causing my nipples to harden, and then he sets down the glass and both his hands press against the small of myback.

I’m drawn to him, to his lips, as they close in around one nipple, as his tongue teases and flicks, circles then sucks hard. My God. I want him so badly. I loved watching him charged with energy tonight even as he embarrassed me. I loved seeing him filled with envy just knowing I was giving my attention to some otherman.

Moving to my other breast, his hand comes up and squeezes it into his mouth, stuffs it more like it, like he can’t get enough until the entire thing is in his mouth and then he sucks and lets out a sigh against my skin. “I’ve thought about you all week, Bailey. You want to know what I’m thinking. That’s what I’m thinking. How I can get you in my mouth again, how I can slam myself into you again. Is that what you want to know?” He grabs my ass with both hands and digs his thick fingers deep into myskin.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“We can’t do this again, yet I don’t want to let you go. I let you leave just a few hours tonight, and look what happened.” He lifts the rest of my shirt, and I use both hands to support myself on his hard, wide chest. My tits fall into his mouth, and he takes them in again, sucking harder than before.

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