Page 52 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“Grandpa!” Eloise flew down the stairs and into his arms.
“There’s my girl.” He picked her up and held her tightly. “I hear you’re sick.”
“I feel a little better now that I took a bath.”
“Eloise, this is Margo. Margo, my adorable granddaughter, Eloise.”
“Oh my God. You have the most beautiful eyes. And your skin is glowing.”
“It’s the fever,” I said. “Dad. Margo. This is Eloise’s new nanny, Charlotte. Charlotte, meet my father, Cameron, and his girlfriend, Margo.”
“What a pleasure to meet you, young lady.” My father smiled and extended his hand.
“It’s a pleasure, Mr. Cross.”
“I’m a hugger!” Margo grinned, pulling Charlotte into a hug.
“What happened to Maura?” my father asked.
“She moved back to London,” I replied. “Make yourselves comfortable while I throw the steaks on the grill. Margo, how do you like your steak cooked?”
“I don’t eat meat.”
“Oh. I didn’t know that.” I looked at my father.
“It’s fine. I can eat a salad and whatever else you’re having.” She smiled, chomping on her gum. I wanted to reach into her mouth, pull it out, and throw it at her.
“She seems really nice,” Charlotte said before I stepped onto the patio to put the steaks on the grill.
“Just wait.” I smirked. “You haven’t had a full-on conversation with her yet.”
“Charlotte?” Eloise walked into the kitchen. “I’m really tired and want to go to bed.”
“Honey, dinner will be ready soon. Can you wait until after you eat?”
“No. My throat hurts. I don’t want to eat.”
I walked over and picked her up. “Come on, sweetheart. I’ll tuck you in. Let’s go say goodnight to grandpa.”
“And Margo,” she said.
“Right.” I glanced at Charlotte and rolled my eyes. “Can you keep an eye on the steaks?”
“Of course. Night, sweetie. If you need anything, use the intercom.”
“Night, Charlotte.”
By the time I was done tucking her in, Charlotte had taken the steaks off the grill.
“Dinner’s ready,” she said. We gathered around the table. “Oh, my gosh, Margo. Can I get you something to drink?”
“Well, I wanted sparkling water, but Ashton said you don’t have any.”
“I got you.” She smiled, getting up from her chair. “Here, you go.”
“You are the best.” Margo grinned.
“I apologize, Margo. I wasn’t aware we had sparkling water,” I said.
