Page 34 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
I never cared what people thought about me. I could have cared less whether they liked me or not. But for some reason, knowing that Charlotte thought about me the way she did, bothered me a bit. Getting up from my chair, I went back down to the living room. She wasn’t there. After looking in the kitchen and not finding her, I went up to her room and knocked on the door.
“Come in.”
I opened the door and stepped inside. “Eloise mentioned something about a fall bake-off at school and that you’re making pies.”
“Yeah, I am.” She smiled.
“I didn’t know you baked pies.”
“I’ve been baking pies with my mom since I was five years old.”
“So, you’re a dancing pie baker?” I smiled.
“Correction. I’m a dancing pie-baking nanny.” A beautiful grin crossed her lips.
The corners of my mouth curved upward. “Sweet dreams, Charlotte.” I walked out and shut the door.
Climbing into bed, I placed my hands behind my head and stared up at the ceiling, thoughts of Charlotte swirling through my mind. She was different, in a good way—a refreshing way. Irolled on my side, punching the pillow into a more comfortable shape, feeling the coolness against my face. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Visions of my body on hers, feeling every inch of her beautiful, soft skin, danced in my head. I could only imagine how it felt to be buried deep inside her.
My cock rose faster than it ever did, causing an ache so deep, I had no choice but to release the pent-up frustrations of the past few days. Reaching over to the nightstand, I pulled out a couple of tissues from the box, cleaned myself up, and tried to fall asleep.
Chapter Fourteen
Charlotte
A smile perched on my lips as I noticed the vibrant colors of the leaves that had changed overnight. Fall was here, and I could feel the crispness of the air as I sipped on my pumpkin spice latte. For some reason, the temperature dropped drastically overnight, making it a jeans-and-sweatshirt kind of day.
“Go play with your friends for a bit,” I said to Eloise as we entered the park.
“There’s a rumor going around that you’re baking pies for the bake-off. Is that true?” Mackenzie, one of the other nannies, asked as I sat down with the group.
“Yeah. Why not? It’s for the school and a good cause.”
“But you’re a nanny,” Millie, one of the other nannies, said.
“So?” My brows furrowed. “What does that matter? Is there a rule that says nannies can’t bake for the bake off?”
“Kind of. It’s a silent rule,” Maddie said.
“Plus, you’ll be going up against Kitty Corners. Her cheesecake wins every year,” Mackenzie said.
“If you ask me, I don’t even think she makes it herself. Marissa told us that she has never once seen Kitty makea cheesecake or bake anything for that matter. When she asked her when she made it, Kitty always told her she did after everyone went to bed. Marissa is convinced she has the cheesecake imported from like Switzerland or Spain, or somewhere like that,” Millie said.
“Good luck. Kitty Corners doesn’t like competition, and she doesn’t play nice.” Maddie smirked.
“I can handle her.” I tipped the cup to my lips.
When we arrived home, I set my purse down and looked around the immaculate home. Now that fall was fully settling in, it was time to spruce up this place with a little fall décor. I was sure Ashton wouldn’t mind, but I’d ask him anyway out of respect. After all, it was his home.
My phone dinged. Glancing at it, I saw a text message from Ashton.
We’re going out to dinner tonight. Make sure you and Eloise are ready to leave when I get home.
Okay. We’ll be ready.
I stared at his message with furrowed brows. Why was he taking us out to dinner? The past week, he’d been home every night. He’d come home from work, eat dinner with us, and then retreat to his office. We’d have a couple of conversations here and there, but nothing on a serious note. His being home more meant a lot to Eloise. I believed he was trying to do better. Maybe my little talk with him knocked some sense into his head. But there was a problem with him being around more—me. I had to keep reminding myself that he was my boss and lines shouldn’t be crossed. I couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel to feel his muscular body against mine. To have hisstrong arms wrapped around me all night. But Ashton Cross was a complicated man—a guarded man who still wouldn’t offer up any information on himself.
Even though I worked for him, I barely knew him. I wondered what it would be like if things were different—if I weren’t just the nanny. If I’d let myself fall into something I swore I’d avoid.
