Page 69 of Nanny and the Beast

"Very well then," she says. "He's waiting for you."

She leads me back toward the dressing room, where my friends are waiting for me with concerned expressions.

"I'll explain later," I say.

"No, explain now," Ophelia says, blocking my path. "What's going on?"

Mrs. Hendricks glances down at her watch.

"You have five minutes to make any final touch-ups," she informs me. "Caroline will be waiting for you outside to escort you to the room."

"What room?" Olivia gently tugs on my wrist until I look at her.

"I agreed to see a client," I say, taking a deep breath.

"On your first day?" Gigi asks.

"It's someone I know," I reply.

"Who could you possibly know?" Olivia asks.

I purse my lips. I've already said too much. Knowing these girls, it won't take them long to figure it out.

"It's Klaus Sinclair, isn't it?" Gigi asks.

My heart skips a beat when I hear his name out loud.

I try to keep a poker face, but they see right through me.

Each one of them has a different reaction. Gigi squeals and does a little shimmy. Olivia grins at me. Ophelia is the only one who looks worried for me.

"You need to be careful around that man," she says. "I heard some sick things about him."

"You need to stop believing every rumor you hear, Ophelia," her twin sister says.

"None of that matters. He's so hot and dreamy," Gigi says, clasping her hands together. "And Emma has been in love with him since the day they met."

"Oh my God, I never said that."

"You didn't have to," she says. "Your true feelings for him were written all over your face."

"I feel like I'm going to be sick," I say. "I've never done anything like this before. I don't know the first thing about seducing a man."

"First things first, are you sure you want to do this?" Olivia asks.

I nod. "Yes, I'm sure."

Gigi claps her hands together and glances down at my outfit. I'm wearing the same thing as everyone else—the tight corset top and short skirt.

"This won't do," she says, shaking her mane of red hair. She runs to the rack and quickly pulls out a dress. "If you're going to do this, you might as well do it right."

She holds the dress out in front of me.

It's a sexy backless number that leavesverylittle to the imagination.

"It's too much," I say.

"It's not enough," Gigi says, gesturing for me to strip.

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