Page 38 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
We reached the school, and I walked Eloise up to the door. As soon as the bell rang, all the kids scurried inside.
“Have a good day, and I’ll see you later. Don’t forget that dance class was cancelled for tonight.”
“I didn’t forget. I really wanted to go.”
“I know. But how about after school, we do some fall shopping? Your dad said it was okay to decorate the house.”
“Yay! Okay.” She grinned.
“Go on and get to class.” I patted her head.
“Excuse me?” A tall woman with long blonde wavy hair, dressed in a designer two-piece suit and Louboutins, walked over.
“Yes?” I noted the other nannies staring.
“You must be Charlotte. I’m Kitty Corners.” She extended her perfectly manicured hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, Kitty.” I shook her hand.
“I heard a nasty little rumor that you’re baking pies for the fall bake-off.”
Okay, bitch. I see you.
“It’s not a nasty little rumor. It’s true. I am making pies for the fall bake off.”
“But you’re just a nanny. Nannies are not allowed to enter the bake-off. It’s for parents only.”
“Does it say anywhere in the fall bake-off handbook that nannies aren’t allowed to enter?”
“Well, no. But it’s a rule. It’s for parents only.”
“Listen, Kitty. This is the way I see it. Nannies are parents. We spend more time watching and doing things with your children because you’re all too busy to take care of them yourselves. We raise your kids for you, which technically makes us a parent. You don’t have to be blood-related to be a mother.”
“Why, I’ve never—” She placed her hand over her heart.
“Never what, Kitty? Are you threatened by my pies?”
“Absolutely not. How dare you.”
“Are you sure? Because you’re humiliating yourself right now. You think I’m beneath you because I’m a nanny. Let me tell you something. And I speak for all of us nannies. I might not have your designer labels, trust fund, or a closet full of Birkins, but when Eloise cries in the middle of the night from a bad dream, it’s my name she calls out. When she needs something, it’s me she runs to. So don’t you dare look down on me from your privileged little perch.”
“I will be calling your employer.” She turned on her designer heels and stomped away.
Chapter Sixteen
Ashton
“Hey.” Charlie stepped into my office. “I need you to sign off on the Carson deal.” He handed me the file.
Opening it, I picked up a pen and signed my name.
“What’s wrong with you? You’ve been acting weird all day,” he said.
“Nothing is wrong.” I leaned back in my chair.
“I call bullshit. I’ve known you for years.”
Inhaling a sharp breath, I stared at him.
