Page 4 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Vol. 3

Logan

H ere I thought choosingthe most average-looking girl presented by the nanny agency would keep me safe. Not that I’m apt to bed every hot woman I see—I mean, I used to be that way up until I met Miriam—but ever since my divorce began, the last thing I want is to be attracted to anywoman .

Unfortunately, I made a grave miscalculation. Because the picture did not do this girl justice, not at all .

Miss Carrington is sexy as fuck .

She doesn’t even know it, which makes her sexier .

It’s those lips. Full, too naturally pouty, like some French socialite from the early 1900s. Her skin is pale and soft, her straw-colored hair pulled into a bun. Sure, she looked plain in the photo, but now I see her hair is full and thick. Keeping it in that style only makes me want to know what it’d look like loose over her shoulders. Over her naked tits .

No, damn it. NO .

“Great.” I begin walking around the twins’ play room, avoiding her pale green eyes. “Now that you’re onboard, let me elucidate. Here’s the situation, purely for informational purposes,” I say, in case she thinks I’m sharing personal information with her because I’m being nice. “I want this divorce over with. I want fifty-fifty custody of my kids. I want the court drama to end, so I can get back to work .”

Work is something I understand. Work is logical, beautiful, and makes sense to me .

Work is where I can be myself .

I chance a glance at her and see that she’s standing awkwardly, hands folded in front of her, not sure what to say. Behind her, Aunt Vivian peeks into the room, nods now that she sees the girl who disappeared from the foyer entrance, and leaves again .

“Don’t say anything.” I raise a finger to Miss Carrington. “Not yet .”

“Yes, sir,” she says then covers her mouth .

I shoot her a look. “I only tell you all of this so you’ll understand the next part. I’m in the middle of designing an ambitious, costly urban center. The pressures that come with this project are unheard of, so work requires my entire focus. Between the urban center, my divorce, raising two small children, and the bad publicity, it’s taking everything out of me .”

Suddenly, talking to this young woman about my life, anger I’ve worked hard to control the last few weeks flares up. I bite it back down. I’m sure she hears it in my voice. No wonder she looks terrified .

“Because my ex-wife is determined to rake me over the coals, I have to prove I’m a worthy father. I have to document everything my children do, in the event there’s any doubt I am a fit parent. Because of this, I’ll be installing several apps on your phone. These will tell me where you are when you’re with the children .”

“My phone?” She clings tighter to her purse .

“Yes. It’s not to violate your privacy. It’s so I can ensure the safety of my children. I don’t trust anyone, Miss Carrington, understand. Even now, I struggle with the thought that you might be someone my ex has sent to spy on me .”

Her eyes widen, and her face flushes. “Mr. Raider, I’m not a spy. I — ”

Her heaving breast makes my cock stiffen, but I ignore the strong physical attraction I’m feeling and continue onward as if it’s not happening .

“It’s outrageous, I know. But I have my reasons for being overprotective. Come, I’ll show you around .”

I lead her through the play room, showing the rest of my 8,000-square foot penthouse, excluding my bedroom. “You’ll have full access to the home. Every area requires passcodes, key codes, and in some cases fingerprints. My home is outfitted with the highest quality security system, and you will be allowed to take the children anywhere except my office and my bedroom .”

She holds up a finger for permission to speak. “When you come home from work, do I stay or go? That’s when you spend time with your kids ?”

I stare at her. Maybe it’s innocence, ignorance, or that she’s deaf, but I clearly said I had a huge project on my plate right now. “As I already mentioned, I’m in the middle of a project more complicated than putting a man on the moon. It requires all my time. Most of it. Yes, I’ll spend limited time with the children before and after work, but I’ll need you to sleep here on the days the kids are with me. You can go home when they are not in my care .”

“But do I stick around when you’re spending time with them?” Those lips when she talks. Her chest heaving up and down out of anxiety. Her body is tight, wide on the hips, thick in the waist, but it suits her. Her face looks like an unpainted doll’s. I find myself checking my phone again, to appear as though she has no hold on me .

“You’ll stick around,” I say, and somehow even this thought makes my cock stiffen all the more. “I’ll never know at what moment I might be called into a meeting, hence my office here,” I gesture to the room to our right. I scan my hand over the security sensor, the door opens, and I flick on the light, flick it off again. “Your room is here.” Down the hall, I press my hand against her bedroom panel, and the guest bedroom door opens. “I hope you’ll like it .”

“Wait, so you have access to my room?” She gawks .

“It’s my home, Miss Carrington, and you’re an employee here. Are there any objections ?”

“Well, no, but — ”

“Good. Follow me.” I don’t wait to hear her complaints. I’m sure she’s worried about me coming to her room and invading her privacy, but again, I won’t be engaging in any extra-curricular activities. Not with her. Not with anybody right now. I don’t want to be involved with another woman for a very long time .

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