Page 28 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"Test?"
"An hour with me every day for the next six days, doing everything I want."
She stares at me. "What does that involve?"
I glare at her face, then slide my gaze down her breasts, to the space between her legs. By the time I raise my gaze to her face, her cheeks are flushed.
"Well? You did say that you'd do anything."
She tips up her chin, "Anything but that."
"That's not what you said earlier, when I left you at the apartment yesterday. In fact, if I recall correctly, you pleaded with me to finish what I started."
Her cheeks heat; her breathing grows shallow. Bet she recalls how I'd smacked her butt, huh? My fingers tingle, and I curl them into fists at my sides. "So, what do you say, Flower?"
She glances at me, then shakes her head.
"No, thank you, I'll just have to figure this out another way." She turns to leave.
What the fuck?No one turns me down. No one. Especially not this tiny little thing who needs this gig as much as I need to make a success of my next album.
"A hundred thousand pounds for each day you spend with me."
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"Excuse me?" I choke out.
"You heard me," he says through gritted teeth.
I pivot to face him, "I… I am not sure I heard right."
"What did you hear?"
"A hundred thousand pounds?" I blink at him. "Per day? One hour per day?"
He nods.
"To be a nanny?" I slowly blink.
"I told you, I don’t engage nannies for my daughter."
"Why not?"
"I don’t like her getting close to people who’ll one day leave her. I want to avoid further heartbreaks in her life."
"Heartbreak?" So, someone else had left his daughter and him… Was it his wife? But he'd never been married. If he had, surely, I'd have heard of it. But then, I hadn’t known he had a daughter until just now. How had he managed to keep that from the media? So, who is he talking about then?
"Your daughter's mother," I burst out.
He freezes; his gaze narrows. He regards me with a cool expression. "What about her?"
"Where is she? Isn't she around to take care of your daughter?"
"What interest is that to you?"
I swallow, then hold my papers close to my chest, "I prefer to get all of the facts before I engage in any kind of, uh, arrangement."
