Page 4 of The Nanny and the Don
“The mean one?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
That made him chuckle. Maybe I wasn’t about to get fired after all. “Yes, the mean one.”
“What about him? Did he say something?”
“He told me to fire you,” Brendan revealed.
This couldn’t be happening. I panicked as I considered ways to get my boss to reconsider. I needed a chance to make this right.
“I really didn’t know not to touch him. The girls told me to be friendly and flirt with the customers. I’m not even like that. I’mjust trying to do a good job. I like it here, and I really, really need my job.”
“I understand that, but as part owner of this establishment, he has the right to make that call,” Brendan informed me.
“Can I just talk to him and explain that I didn’t mean any harm?” I begged.
“I think I have a better offer for you. What are you doing Friday night? Don’t say working, because we both know that’s no longer true.”
There was a lump in my throat, but I still managed to choke out a response. “I guess I’ll be eating my weight in ice cream and looking for a new job online.”
“I’m going to a gala Friday night. That’s just a fancy name for a formal fundraiser with some boring singer or performer to make it feel like a party and not a money grab. Anyway, there will be some important people there, and I would be honored to have you on my arm.”
I frowned at his statement. “Wouldn’t that be inappropriate? I work for you.”
“Not anymore. Knowing there would be a conflict is my personal reason for letting you go.”
I shook my head in protest. “I’m sorry, but I would rather have my job.”
“And I would rather have you than to let you work here for peanuts,” he responded.
“There are a ton of other girls here. Why me?” I asked him.
“Because you’re one of the only ones who hasn’t tried to fuck me and every other rich dude you have seen coming through the doors. I don’t want what everyone can have. I want something exclusive.”
Something about his words made me consider what he had to say. Kelsea had already met and moved in with someone she’d met here. I wasn’t looking for someone to live with, but I wouldbe a fool not to want financial help. That was my whole reason for working here and letting men stare at my ass and titties all day.
“I hear what you’re saying, but I have bills to pay. I’m not in here for my health.”
“How much do you usually make a night here?” he quizzed.
“Is that a trick question?” I asked, lifting my brows.
“Not at all. I’m just seeing how much I need to give you to make up for what I’m taking away.”
“Since I’ve been getting more comfortable here, I’ve been making more tips. Tonight, I made twelve hundred dollars, but that’s usually what I make in a couple of nights. I’m still learning the ropes, but I’m getting better, or at least I thought I was,” I rambled, hoping that the number I said wasn’t ridiculous.
I wasn’t lying about making more tips lately, but tonight, the bulk of my tips had come from the man who was determined to ruin my life. It was strange that he would leave me a thousand-dollar tip, then demand that I be fired in the same night.I guess he considered it a parting gift.Either way, I was furious.
“Well, two thousand dollars a week plus the honor of being on my arm should suffice.” He determined.
“Even if I did want to go to a gala with you, I don’t have anything to wear. I’ve never even been to a formal party.”
“I’ll take you dress shopping in the morning. What’s your next excuse? Your car broke down?”
I shook my head. “I don’t drive.”
“That’s fine. I’ll pick you up.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I quizzed.
