Page 17 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
When I arrived home, Melissa and Adam were at the table eating dinner.
“How was the park?” Melissa asked when I walked through the door.
“It was fun.”
“Are you hungry? There's plenty of Chinese food here,” Adam said.
I grabbed a plate from the cabinet, a fork from the drawer, and sat at the table, filling my plate with sweet and sour chicken and fried rice.
“I have some news.”
“Oh yeah? What is it?” Melissa asked.
“I got a job today.”
“A job?” Adam's brows furrowed. “Where?”
“I know this is going to sound crazy, but I really didn't have a choice.”
“Spit it out already,” Melissa said.
“I'm going to be working for Ashton Cross as Eloise's nanny.”
Melissa let out a roaring laugh. “A nanny? You don't know the first thing about kids.”
“Well, he doesn't know that, and we're going to keep it that way. He's paying me $1,500 a week with benefits, paid time off, and access to his driver, Dominic. But there's a catch. I have to move into his house. He wants a live-in nanny.”
“Is this him?” Adam shoved his phone in my face.
“Yes. That's him.” I smiled.
“Let me see that.” Melissa grabbed Adam's phone from him. “Oh no, Charlotte. He's fucking sexy as hell. No. No. No.” She shook her head. “You promised no more rich guys.”
“It's a job, Mel. I'm not getting involved with him. I'm going to save up enough money to get a loan from the bank, and then I'll open my shop, and my nanny days will be over.”
“This is not a good idea,” she said. “I know you. You can't help yourself when it comes to handsome men.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Trust me. The only thing I'm thinking about is my pie shop, not Ashton Cross. He wants me to move in tomorrow afternoon. But can you please hold my room for me in case it doesn't work out?” I pouted.
She reached over and placed her hand on mine. “You'll always have a room here.”
“Thanks. Now, let's open a new bottle of wine and celebrate.” I grinned.
Chapter Eight
Ashton
It was Sunday morning. I got up, put on a pair of sweatpants, and went downstairs to the gym to work out. Wiping my face with a towel, I went upstairs and found Eloise sitting at the island with a bowl of cereal. More cereal made it onto the island than into the bowl, along with the milk.
“Why didn't you come downstairs and tell me you were up? I would have gotten your cereal. You made a mess.”
“You always told me never to bother you while you're working out.” She shrugged.
Letting out a sigh, I grabbed the dishcloth and cleaned up the island.
“I have a date tonight, but Charlotte will be here with you.”
“Of course, you do,” she said, shoving a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.
