Page 14 of The Billionaire Dating Dad

“You’re wearing that face again,” Juelle said from the doorway.

She really needed to remember to keep her door closed unless she wanted her roommate all over her business. “What face?” She grimaced.

“The one where you’re questioning what you did wrong or what you said.”

“You got all that from my facial expression?”

“Child, please, you never learned to keep your thoughts hidden.” Juelle chuckled. “Not to mention, you’re staring at your phone as if you’ve lost your best friend. But we know that isn’t true.”

Violet closed her eyes. If she remained silent and counted to five, maybe her best friend would leave her alone. For once, she’d like to lick her wounds without an audience.

“Unclench your eyebrows!”

“I’m not—” Violet groaned, willing her face to relax.

“If you keep that up you’ll need a facelift at forty.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do other than mind my business?”

“But child, your business is what’s hot. Unless you want to talk about the little devil I’m house —er pet sitting.”

“Please, no!” Violet laughed.

“I got the same early childhood degree as you. Why these folks think my time is best spent watching a dog, I will never know.”

“For that amount of money, I’ll trade you.” When she glanced at her phone again, Juelle snatched it from her hand.

“It’s not him.” Violet sighed in frustration. “I deleted the App.”

“You what?” Juelle gaped.

“I’m finally taking your advice.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Aren’t you happy?”

“Hell no, I’m not happy.” The bed dipped. “I hate seeing you this way.”

Violet stared at her friend. When did she become caught in a circle of her own emotions?

“Move over.” Juelle lay beside her. “Any man that doesn’t return your text doesn’t deserve you. I don’t care how fine he is.”

She sighed. “You’re the best.”

“Or how sweet you said his kisses were when he was all over you,” Juelle said, batting her lashes.

Violet laughed. “You are not helping!”

“Is that what I’m supposed to be doing?”

“You’re impossible.”

“You know what will be impossible? Being here without you for six months.”

Violet bit her lip. Her employer wanted her in Japan with them while Mr. Townson worked overseas.

She had second thoughts. Reservations she hadn’t shared with Juelle. But they bothered her enough that she’d delayed giving Mrs. Townson an answer. Mr. Townson was a clever man. He never made advances when his wife was present or did anything more than follow her around the room with his eyes when they happened to share brief moments without his wife. No, his bolder advances were always in public, when his guests were engrossed in something his daughter had done.

Perhaps she was overthinking the man's lingering touches on her back.

Violet prayed that was true.Because what nanny wouldn’t embrace the opportunity to travel?

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