Page 37 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
Sex with Ashton wasn’t what I’d expected. It was better. Way better than I ever imagined. He knew his way around a woman’s body like no one I’d ever been with. All those other wealthy men had nothing on Ashton Cross. He was a god in bed. The God of Sex. That was how I’d always think of him now. When he kissed me earlier, I told myself it was just physical. I was horny, and being with him would scratch the itch and nothing more. But the way he stared at me this evening sent me spiraling and left me unable to distinguish right from wrong, and I wasn’t sure if either of us could come back from it. Every inch of him was now mapped in my memory.
Who was I kidding? The more I tried to convince myself that this affected both of us, the more I realized it only affected me. He was just another wealthy man who was on a quest to get his nanny into bed. This wouldn’t affect Ashton at all. He’d go on with his days as if it never happened, while I pretended it wasn’t the best sex I’d ever had, and things were moving beyond physical.
The following morning, I was nervous as all hell to see him. Fuck, why did I let him have me last night? Now, we were thrown into an awkward situation. But then again, I was positive it would only be awkward for me.
I made sure to wait for Eloise before going downstairs. Once she was ready, I grabbed her hand, and we took the elevator down. Walking into the kitchen, I saw Ashton sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and an English muffin.
“Morning, Dad.” Eloise walked over and kissed his cheek.
“Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?”
“Good. How about you?”
“Fantastic.” He looked at me and smiled. “And you, Charlotte? How did you sleep?”
“Great. Yeah, great.” I inhaled a breath as I walked over and popped a Nespresso pod into the coffee machine. “I was thinkingabout walking Eloise to school today. Would that be okay?” I asked Ashton.
“Why would you want to do that?”
“It’s only a few blocks, and it’s a crisp morning. My favorite time of year. Besides, I want Eloise to experience the magic of fall while walking to school.”
“Oh, please, Dad. Can we walk? Please?” she begged.
“If you want to. Be my guest.”
“Thanks, Dad.” She threw her arms around him.
Sylvia looked at me and smiled. “Can I make you some breakfast?”
“Thanks, Sylvia, but I’m not hungry.”
“Here are your eggs, little angel.” She set a plate of eggs and toast down in front of Eloise.
After she finished eating, she ran upstairs to get her shoes and backpack.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked Ashton.
“Of course. What is it?”
“Do you know Kitty Corners?”
“I do.” A smirk crossed his lips. “Why?”
“The other nannies were telling me yesterday at the park that I’m basically stepping on her toes with the fall bake off. I guess she wins every year and is expected to win. They said she isn’t nice and doesn’t like competition. I just want to know exactly how she is so I can formulate a plan to deal with her.”
He chuckled. “Kitty Corners has never lived without privilege. She was born into it and married into it. She’s a well-known socialite in Manhattan, and she is a bitch. I won’t lie. She’s a calculating, manipulative woman who goes out of her way to make sure she’s noticed. So, good luck.” He grinned.
“Thanks.” I sighed.
“I have to get to work. Eloise, I’m leaving.” He shouted.
She ran into the kitchen wearing her shoes and backpack.
“Bye, Dad.”
“Bye, sweetheart. Have a good day.” He kissed the top of her head.
As I held Eloise’s hand and we walked to school, the smile never left my face. Oranges, reds, and yellows were making their appearance while the crisp morning air kissed our cheeks. This was my happy place. Nothing excited me more than being outdoors on a crisp fall day.
