Page 8 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Vol. 3

I don’t know that I could ever sleep with a guy just because of who he is. A man has to make me laugh, care about me, make me want to sleep with him by wooing me, not just for being who he is. That’s why I’ve only had one boyfriend in my life. Yes, I’m picky .

Logan Raider did have gorgeous yes, though. Silver with flecks of steely blue. It was hard to concentrate on the fact that he was cold and unforgiving with eyes like those staring at me .

Luckily, the topic of conversation shifts, and we finally talk about something other than me. The wolves begin to circle—men waiting for the right opportunity to cut in and introduce themselves to Caitlyn. I’m listening to Michelle tell the story of the family she’s working for—the father, specifically, who’s a middle-aged perv—when suddenly, I feel compelled to look off to my far right toward the bar door. What makes me look? Some sixth sense ?

Because there, weaving his way through the crowd is Logan Raider. And his gaze is glued to me. I feel like a deer in headlights or a criminal caught with her pants down. “What the …”

“Paisley? What is it?” Caitlyn scratches my elbow to get my attention .

Our waiter appears with her third wine glass and a refill for my soda. He blocks my vision, and for a moment, I think maybe I’ve hallucinated seeing my new boss. I mean, the man has been on my mind all day. It’s entirely possible that I’ve just imagined the same cheekbones, dazzling eyes, and sharp manner of dress .

But then… “That’s it. She’s done.” The same man appears at my side, takes the drink straight out of the waiter’s hand, and grabs me by the arm. “Let’s go. You’re leaving .”

Even in the darkness, I can see it’s him—it’s Mr. Raider. Nobody’s ever demanded that I get the hell out of anywhere before, much less famous NYC billionaire, Logan Raider. On one hand, I’m aghast that he would come here, seek me out, and talk to me that way. But on the other, I’m a little turned on by it. Much to my chagrin .

“Excuse me?” I yank my arm out of his grasp before I can even process what’s happening .

“You heard me. Outside .”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Caitlyn brushes past me, edging out of her seat to take Logan’s hand and give him that big, beaming Caitlyn smile, which I’ve always envied but right now I hate, hate, hate. “Mr. Raider, it’s so nice to meet you. Paisley’s so lucky she gets to work for you. But you’re lucky, too, to be fair.” She winks at me over her shoulder. “You didn’t tell me he was meeting us for drinks .”

“He’s not,” I mutter, wishing I could shrink into the walls .

I cannot believe this is happening .

Logan’s nostrils flare. “I’m not here to socialize. I need to speak with Miss Carrington.” He reaches around her back, as Caitlyn’s arms break into goosebumps at his touch, and tugs on my sleeve. “Outside, Now,” he tells me .

Then he disappears into the crowd, while half the bar stares at me, my heart pounds in my throat, and Caitlyn’s jaw hangs by her knees. “What was that all about? Oh, my God, Paisley. Are you in trouble already? You little viper!” She looks at me like she’s never seen me before, like she’s impressed with my imaginary criminal record .

“I haven’t done anything. Be right back.” I grab my purse in case I won’t be back. I try to think about anything I might’ve done wrong since I left his penthouse this morning. Everything I’ve done in life wrong, for that matter. Once I copied Jacob Sadler’s spelling test in fourth grade, only because I’d been sick all week and couldn’t study the words .

But why would Logan be upset with me ?

I push through the double doors into the cold, clear night. I find him standing by a lamp post, glaring .

“That was incredibly disrespectful what you did in there,” I tell him, pointing at the bar. Again, I don’t care who he is or how much money he’s got—nobody treats me that way .

“It was disrespectful of you to go out partying and drinking the night before you’re to report at my home at seven AM, the night before you meet my children .”

“What?” I gasp. “Are you kidding me right now?” I consider the possibility that I’m on some prank reality show. He’s way off base, I don’t care how hot he looks when he’s angry. “I wasn’t drinking. I was having a Diet Coke .”

I’ve heard of companies stalking Facebook pages to find out if their employees are behaving, but I’ve never heard of an employer following you out to a bar .

“If you’ll remember, I installed an app on your phone this morning, Miss Carrington. I would’ve thought you’d have been wise enough to guess I’d monitor your activities this evening .”

“This is my private time, Mr. Raider. You told me you wouldn’t invade my privacy. It was only for the protection of your children…who I’ve never even met .”

“This is for the protection of my children. I can’t have the new nanny getting smashed with her friends the night before she’s due to begin working with my children .”

“Well, that’s just a risk you’re going to have to take, isn’t it?” I cross my arms to stand my ground. I’m shaking. “I’m sorry, but you can’t follow me around during my time off to make sure I do everything you tell me to do. That’s not how it works .”

“That is how it works.” His eyes darken .

“Do you treat your housekeepers this way, too ?”

“My housekeepers only come twice a week and only because my aunt insists on it. Otherwise, I couldn’t care less to have them around. You’re different. You’ll be watching my kids. I have a right to know what you’re doing. If you don’t like it, you can quit .”

My mouth opens to argue again .

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