Page 75 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"Did you mean that he…uh…" Isla clears her throat, "you know…"
"If you mean anal? Yeah." I throw back the drink, then smack the glass back on the counter.
"Oh, hell… And wow. I mean… OMG," Isla chokes on her drink. "Not that it’s unheard of, but so early in the relationship…" Isla’s voice tapers off.
"Yeah." I hunch my shoulders, " Why do you think I was in the bath, and why do you think that asshole sent you to help me out?"
"I thought that perhaps the two of you made out, that he got so passionate that he ripped your dress, and then you decided to take a bath and—"
"You thought wrong," I snap at her.
Isla frowns.
I redden. "Sorry, sorry, sorry! So, he fucked me afterward, the right way, I guess, and this time he came all over me."
"Wait… Where?" Isla
"On his bike, on a deserted country road, in the middle of nowhere, and I let him. I’m not proud okay, and you," I stab my finger at Karina, "seriously, why the hell am I spilling my guts in front of a total stranger?"
"Almost stranger," she offers.
"Whatever." I drag my fingers through my hair, "You’d think I had no filter, considering how I seem to lose it in front of Big Daddy D…but..."
"It’s kismet," Isla nods sagely.
"What?" I scowl.
"That’s what my mother used to say."
"What’s fate got to do with it?"
"When two people can’t stop rubbing each other up the wrong way…"
"Oh, trust me, it’s more than that. The man clearly hates me. It’s why he doesn’t allow me anywhere near his kid, even though I am a nanny."
"Nanny, huh?" Karina stares at me. "I didn't realize he had a kid."
"Oh, but didn't you do the security for his home?" I drum my fingers on the table, "Didn't you see Riley, then?"
"Maybe she was away." She raises her shoulders, "Anyway, he didn't let me inside the house. The rich can be eccentric that way." She runs her finger up the side of the glass. "He had me boost the security for the grounds and the front door, especially after his stalker broke into his property. Thankfully, he didn't get inside the house though."
I stare at her in horror. "He had a stalker?"
"One of many." She takes a sip of her drink. "It's one of the reasons he unplugged his social media accounts."
"Right." I stare into my glass. "All that's interesting," and every piece of information helps piece together the enigma that's Damian Savage, "but it doesn't change the fact that he doesn't trust me."
"But he does want to offer you a job as his nanny?" Karina probes.
"First, I have to pass a test, or rather, a series of tests...with an 'sssss'." I hiccup.
"What? You mean the shagging?"
"Uh, not only." I hiccup again, then reach for the water.
"How much is he paying you?" Karina asks.
Isla gasps, "Hold on, don’t go accusing her…" She glances at my face, "Oh…" She swallows. "OH!"
