Page 12 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Part 4

“I understand life changes,” I tell him. Maybe that’s too bold, and maybe I should just stay quiet and do my job, but I’m not cut out for nannying and realize I’m going to have a hard time being submissive. “My life has taken unexpected turns, too.”

“Has it?” he asks with minimal interest. A good thing, considering I don’t want to have to explain what happened with Lodwick Brothers. “Well, Miss Frasier, I’m sorry I won’t have time to hear all about it. I have a conference call in five minutes that I have to prepare for. In the next room, you’ll find a converted nursery. Used to be my conference room. Please take Liam and the playpen in there, now that you’re here, and see if you can get him to fall asleep.”

“Yes, sir.”

The moment I reply, he glances up from his desk papers. Eyes bore through me. The intensity, the hunger… All of a sudden, I feel like I said something sexual when I didn’t. Or didn’t mean to. But as I replay the “yes, sir” in my mind, I now hear the undertones of charged, innocent lust in my feminine voice following his deep one.

Yes, sir, I’ll do as you say.

Yes, sir, I’ll undress for you right away.

Yes, sir, I’ll spread my legs on your desk and watch as you slide your massive cock into me.

I rip my gaze away from Kase with wide eyes and head straight for Liam, brushing the intrusive, sudden thoughts off my mind. What in the hell? What was that all about? Wiping sweat from my forehead, I implore all indecent thoughts away.

“His bottle is the mini fridge. You need to warm it up. I’ll come in after my call to see how you’re doing.” Kase sits at his desk. “I have to get back to work now.”

“Everything will be great.” I smile, stooping to pick up Baby Liam who looks like he’d rather have a pterodactyl sweep him away than have me touch him. “Everything will be just fine.”

The good news is that he doesn’t cry when I pick him up or carry him off into the nursery; a converted work room with a foam puzzle floor, a beanbag, toys of all shapes and sizes, and an electric swing. I give Kase Hardwin one last look and close the door softly.

Heading to the mini fridge, I pull out the bottle of formula but don’t see a microwave to heat it up. Instead, there’s a device that looks like it could possibly heat up milk.

I can’t figure out how to use it, and Baby Liam begins getting more and more agitated as he sees the bottle of milk on the counter, the one I have no clue how to prepare. “Hold on, little guy. Sit here a minute while I figure this out.” I set him down inside the playpen, but he only whines, and there’s no way I can have him whining while Kase is about to take his phone call, so I hand him the milk bottle—plain cold.

The baby takes one sip, makes a face like someone farted, and tosses the bottle out of the playpen. It hits the floor just as Liam lets out a big, tear-filled cry.

“Shh, it’s okay,” I say. Panic fills my chest. “I have a finance degree, I can certainly figure out how to warm a bottle.” I turn the buttons of the device on and off. Where do I put the damn thing?

I fumble with the controls. I turn up the heat.

“And now, we wait while it warms. See? Easy peasy.”

Meanwhile, the baby is crying, his face bright pink, his eyes squeezing out big, fat tears, all the while I imagine my new job going poof before my very eyes. Suddenly, I hear a click and an electronic hum. “Miss Frasier?”

The sound is coming from a walkie-talkie device at the end of the counter. A baby monitor. Of course there would be a baby monitor. I am so stupid. Not only that, but there’s a video camera perched in the corner of the room, too. Great.

“Miss Frasier? Come back inside. We need to talk.”

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