Page 22 of The Billionaire Dating Dad

“Wouldn’t you be there?” Stephanie asked.

“You two are far more experienced in this department.” He offered Violet a ruthless smile before standing. “I’d only get in the way.”

He didn’t wait for a reply, he took Violet’s arm, guiding them from the seating area just in time to scoop Maddie into his arms as she ran from class.

“Did you see my moves, Violet?”

“Yes,” she said, surprising Dimitri when she relayed a few moves Maddie had done well.

The previous nanny had been indulgent, but not nearly as engaged with his daughter as Violet.

“I need to go home,” she said after getting into the car after Maddie.

Was she trying to back out of an arrangement they had barely started?“For the next three months, your home is my home. It’s where I am.”

“Let’s get one thing clear,yourhome is my place of employment. Nothing more.” She whispered furiously at him to not be overheard by Maddie. “Because of your high-handedness, I wasn’t prepared to move in.”

“No.”

Her eyes widened. “I say, yes. Unless you want an unhappy nanny in the morning, you’ll take me home to pack a bag.”

He didn’t care whether she slept naked or snored. “A bag will make you happy?”

“Two would make me ecstatic.”

Dimitri grunted.

She touched his hand, sending awareness throughout his body. “But one bag will definitely help my happy meter.”

Shaking his head, he closed her car door. By the time they pulled in front of Violet’s apartment, Dimitri knew he hadn’t come close to cracking her frosty facade. “Fifteen minutes,” he said when she practically leaped from the vehicle.

“I can take a taxi to your place.”

“We’ll wait,” he said. “And Violet…” He waited until she faced him. “Get what makes you comfortable because you won’t be returning. As far as your lack of happiness at night, I’m willing to discuss that shortcoming further. And so you know, there is no Mrs. Dimitri Popova. Yet.”

CHAPTER NINE

Violet

Violet slumped against her door. Closing her eyes, she took a steadying breath. Seeing Dimitri, let alone spending the afternoon in his company, nearly brought her to her knees. Six months should have been enough to get over her one night with him. Should have been enough to squash the pulsing between her thighs. But time had done nothing to ease her attraction, instead, she was more drawn to him than ever.

The thought of remaining in her apartment and locking her door tempted her. Better yet, she could blast her music so loudly that his fist pounding against the door, demanding entry, would fade into the background. But Dimitri would come and no barrier would keep him away. Violet shivered.

A small part of her had seen his daughter and immediately forgiven him — the piece of her heart that held hope he’d felt the spark from their shared kiss. She scoffed.I’m not someimmature girl that can’t get her libido under control.Yet, as she shook the thought aside, she knew working for Dimitri would be worse than her time with the Townsons, because the lustful fire she saw in his eyes reflected in hers.

“Girl that was the longest meeting —” Juelle paused in the middle of the living room. “What happened?”

Violet swallowed.

“You didn’t get the job! Those fuckers,” her friend said, crossing the room to pull her into a bear hug. “It’s their loss.”

“I got hired,” she whispered.

Juelle frowned. “So why the long face, hun?”

“Because you’ll never guess who my employer is.”

“Don’t tell me it’s a friend of those fuckers.”

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