Page 60 of Nanny and the Bossy Billionaire

I am beginning to think of Sebastian as more than just a sex buddy. I am beginning to develop genuine feelings for the man who loves his child to pieces. The workaholic whose ideas and motivations differ greatly from mine. I love the smile and grin he shoots me from between my legs, right before he pushes me over the edge. I love that we are now doing other activities together.

Being with Sebastian and Callie has felt like I’m starting a family of my own. I didn't think it was possible to love Callie as if she were mine.

I hurry to the guest room and push the large walk-in closet open as I begin to peruse my options. Because of my profession, I have a lot of formal wear and very few evening and party gowns. I sigh as I realize that I might have to wear the gown from the first day. Hopefully, Sebastian won’t mind.

I lay the gown out and begin to bring out my makeup items. I hear a knock at my door. I move toward it and push it open. It's the housekeeper, Rose.

“Hello, Rose,” I greet her with a smile.

Rose smiles back in return.

“There's someone here to see you.” She informs me.

“Someone?” I ask hesitantly.

“Yes. Mr. Vaughn asked for them to come.”

I suddenly remember the dispatch rider he had informed me of.

I move out the door and toward the living room. I find a young woman waiting on the couch. The girl says hello. Her smile is wide, and her hair is perfect.

“I am Abigail Simpson. Mr. Vaughn asked to have this delivered.” She says as she thrusts a large bag toward me.

“Okay,” I say politely as I reach for the bag, mildly surprised.

“Mr. Vaughn asked me to bring them. There are some that you may need assistance getting into.”

“I don't even know what this is,” I say as I peer into the bag. I gasp as my eyes land on the rich tones of several colorful dinner gowns.

“Did he ask you to bring this?” I ask in awe.

“Yes.” The woman says. “Would you like to try them on now?”

I nod, a little excited at the unexpected gifts.

We head to the guest room, and I take the bag to the bathroom to change into the first gown. It’s a dark green sleeveless gown that clings to my upper body but releases at the waist. It's beautiful and brings out the color of my eyes.

When I step out of the bathroom, the woman's eyes widen.

“This suits you well, Miss Donovan.” She says as she looks me over again, stepping forward to adjust the sides.

“Please, call me Paislee.”

She nods with a smile.

“This looks good, but you should try the rest of the outfits just in case.”

I nod and grab the bag again, stepping into the bathroom to change.

The second gown is a silky black one that looks a little tricky to wear. After my third attempt, I call Abigail for help. She chuckles as she steps into the bathroom.

"This is actually a devious little gown, but it's gorgeous," she tells me as she directs me on how to wear it.

I finally slide the gown over my head and shimmy into it. Abigail gives a low gasp.

“This is it.” She tells me as she looks at the image of me through the large mirror hoisted against the wall of the large bathroom. “This is the gown.”

I look at myself, not quite recognizing that it's me in it. The black silky gown wraps around the neck and crisscrosses around my breast, exposing my stomach but falling in gorgeous waves to the floor. It compliments my slightly pale skin beautifully, and, even though it's daring, it doesn’t leave any cleavage exposed.

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