Page 3 of The Billionaire Dating Dad

She glanced about, hoping to spot her future employer. The quicker the interview went, the sooner they could leave, but it was impossible in the dim lighting unless they walked around the room.

“I should go look for Mrs. Townson.”

Dimitri held my hand tighter. “If you’re expected, they know you’re here.”

She opened her mouth to protest then closed it. He knew these socialites better than she did.

“Trust me. This crowd can sniff out an outsider.”

“Do I smell that bad?” Violet teased, nervously.

“Refreshingly repulsive.”

She laughed.

“I imagine your interview started when you entered the gallery,” he said. “There’s only one reason Mrs. Townson chose a charity event as the setting for your meeting.” He nodded toward the small group of middle schoolers. “To witness how you interact and behave with them in their social circle.”

“I love children.”

“Don’t all nannies?”

Was that sarcasm she heard in his tone?“You’d be surprised how many don’t,” she said honestly.

“That is counterproductive, don’t you think? Especially considering the number of hours a nanny spends with someone’s child.”

“Do you love what you do?”

“What does that—”

“Do you love your job or do you only do it for the money?”

He turned those piercing eyes on her for a brief moment. “Can’t it be both?”

“Yes,” she said, meeting his gaze. “But loving what you do gives you purpose. A reason to do your best because someone is depending on you to show up for them. As for the money, it’s good, but kids like the Townson’s daughter already have people in their lives that only care about money. They need someone that sees them.”

He continued to stare at her as if she’d grown horns.Why did she allow herself to get sucked in?She wasn’t on an audition for this man and didn’t need to justify her choices to him. Violet glanced away.

“Have you always wanted to be a nanny?” This time his genuine curiosity took her off guard.

“I don’t think nannies daydream about being nannies.” She smiled. “I was a teacher.”

He frowned, as if trying to picture her in a classroom, but failed to draw an image.

“It’s true.” She nodded. “I did it for four years, before realizing I wanted to serve children that didn’t have access to resources.”

“You’re going about it oddly, don’t you think?”

“It takes money.”

“And you think the Townsons will help?”

Mrs. Townson was her inspiration. The woman not only hosted charities but frequently donated to underprivileged schools, both in America and abroad. If it weren’t for her current financial situation, she would spend most of her time volunteering at the youth center.

“So why do you think a woman you admire insisted you bring a date to a job interview?”

Violet felt the scrutiny in his question. “It’s a social event.”

“No,” he said. “It’s because she sees the same thing I do. Passion.”

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