Page 4 of Nanny for the Bossy Billionaire

“Why?”

“I feel like it’s the most effective in the long run. Kids will learn better if you explain to them what they have done wrong. It reinforces their sense of physical and emotional safety.”

He doesn’t say it, but from the look on his face I can tell that was the wrong answer.

“I think that makes sense if you’re talking about an adult, but children aren’t exactly rational creatures. Although I love my son, he is quite rambunctious and I don’t think gentle discipline will work on him.”

It’s quite clear that my attempt to parrot the most popular child rearing technique I found online has gone down like a lead balloon, but I dig my heels in.

“Have you tried it?”

“No.”

“Then how can you know it won’t work?”

“Because I know my son.” I’m about to answer, but he silences me with a hand.

He climbs to his full height. He’s towering over me now and I try very hard not to think about the fact that I’m face to crotch.

I look up at him and swallow hard.

“I think I’ve heard everything I need to hear,” he says. “It has been a pleasure Ms. Davidson.” He extends his hand to me.

I get to my feet but he still dwarfs me. I shake his hand. The second he pulls it back he deftly does the button of his blazer and strides out of the room.

Well…Idon’t think that could’ve gone any worse if I had tried.

Fuck!

This was my opportunity. All I had to do was sit there and answer his questions like a sane person.

Did I do that? No.

Instead, I sparred with the man. If I were him, I wouldn’t be giving me the job.

I guess it’s back to the drawing board. I’m just going to have to find another way to make my dreams happen. I can’t keep bartending part-time for the rest of my life while supplementing my income with odd jobs here and there.

Now I know exactly how it feels to be so close and then wreck it yourself. The next time I get an opportunity like this, I’m not going to blow it.

I guess this is a lesson.

Anyway, onto the next.

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REID

Ifeel like such a creep.

That was a job interview, but I couldn’t help but be completely taken with Naomi Davidson. It’s not only that it was a work meeting, but the woman is literally half my age, which is wild. The last time I was attracted to a 22-year-old was when I was 22 myself. In fact, I’ve always sat in judgment of men my age or older who dated younger women.

Back in Houston, before I married my ex-wife, June, I had cultivated somewhat of a bad boy image. Even back then, I didn’t date younger. Which makes my attraction to Ms. Davidson all the more strange.

The first thing I noticed about her when she walked in the room were her piercing big blue eyes. It was almost as if she could see right into my soul. Clearly she wasn’t impressed by what she saw, if the look on her very expressive face was anything to go by.

The fact that she disapproved of me as a person in general did very little to distract me from how gorgeous she is.

Although she had made an effort to hide her body, I could tell she was sexy as hell under that frumpy stereotypical nanny get-up she had on. I will never understand why so many attractive women do that. It’s not like they’re fooling anyone. If anything, they draw more attention to themselves when they try to hide.

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