Page 7 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Vol. 3

Paisley

T hat was,by far, the weirdest interview I’ve ever had in my life .

Mr. Raider was meaner than I ever expected him to be, and yet I can’t stop thinking about him. Why, though? Because he pissed me off or because he’s so damn gorgeous? That chiseled jaw, those brooding light eyes. Damn. My feminist sensibilities tell me that I shouldn’t be attracted to a man like that. My mother and grandmother and every strong woman before me didn’t fight years of oppression and inequality just for me to let a man talk to me that way .

It was for the money,I remind myself .

Yes. I’ll only put up with it because I need the money. Secretly, I’ll be rolling my eyes at him .

When I get back to Brooklyn and my apartment, finding Caitlyn in the kitchen just waking up and having coffee, she can’t contain herself. You’d think she was the one who got the job. “Oh, my God!” she practically screams. “So? How was he ?”

“Tall.”

“You have to tell me all about him before I leave for work. I have to get going in a few minutes .”

“There’s nothing to say. I start tomorrow at seven in the morning.” I throw my purse on our beaten-up sofa. Now that I’ve seen how the other half lives, our place looks so dingy and cheap .

“Then, let’s go out later. Michelle and Mackie are free, and I get off work at five. Drinks at Chelle’s ? You can tell me all about him then ?”

“Sure, except I won’t drink, since I have to get up early .”

“One drink’s not going to kill you, lovely. Besides, I know if I don’t put at least two drinks in you, you won’t open up and tell me what I want to know. And I have to know the truth about Logan Raider !”

“He’s rude and controlling. There .”

She pushes her tongue into her cheek. “He’s going through a divorce, you know .”

“For good reason. I hope his ex-wife wins the case.” I smirk to myself and hope I’m never in the position of finding out my husband’s really an ass and having to leave him. Poor woman .

She gives me side eye. “I don’t know how you can stand there and be so calm. Do you know how many girls at the agency wanted that job ?”

“As many as are blinded by money and good looks ?”

“You’re so lucky !”

“You’re right. I need to be more grateful.” It’s meant as sarcasm, but Caitlyn agrees, as she refills her coffee mug and I plow into my room to throw myself in bed. It’s only noon, but I feel like I’ve already had a full day .

“I would’ve fucked him during the interview,” she calls out .

“And I’m sure he would’ve been happy to oblige .”

Truth is, I do need to be more grateful. I now have a job, and my boss is paying me way more than the other girls. All I have to do in exchange is deal with his bullshit and be “monitored at all hours of the day,” whatever that even means .

As long as it’s not on my personal time, I guess that’s fine with me .

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H appy Hourat Chelle’s is a New York City meat market. Honestly, I don’t know why Caitlyn even likes coming here. Wait, I do know. Because here she gets every kind of hoot-and-holler male attention she can dream of. They’re all watching her, as we talk about my day. Her over her second glass of wine, and me over Diet Coke with lemon. That’s right, I’m a wild woman .

I’m used to her getting male attention, and normally, it makes me jealous. But tonight, I really don’t care about the multitudes of men—hot and not—gawking at her beauty. Because I can’t stop thinking about Logan Raider. I was in Logan Raider’s penthouse. His penthouse! I got a job taking care of his kids, and now I’ll be entering the lair of a man that women everywhere only dream of having .

“I really would fuck him if I had the chance,” Caitlyn slurs, finishing her wine and asking the bartender for a third. “I don’t care if he’s a jerk. It wouldn’t be for his personality, you know ?”

“It’d be for his wallet.” I roll my eyes, and Michelle and Mackie laugh. Our neighbors in the building across from us are the ones who got us to apply with Le Nanny Agency , so now the four of us get together to exchange stories about our clients .

“Nah. Money’s nice, but it wouldn’t be for that either. It’d be because it’s him—Logan Raider. He’s goddamn hot. He’s powerful. He knows what he wants. That’s why.” Caitlyn’s blue eyes bug out, and she licks her lips. Drunk and not making sense .

The girls all agree, while I sip my Diet Coke, feeling like the odd girl out, as usual .

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