Greg smiled. “Yes, ma'am,” he said.
Dana gripped him by the hair and pulled roughly. “I said keep quiet,” she said again. And all through the night, he did.
*****
THE END
BILLIONAIRE BOSS Romance – His Orders
“Don’t you start a new job tomorrow, Erica?” Janey asked.
“I do,” I replied excitedly.
We were at a club. The music pounded in my chest. I wasn’t really looking forward to starting work on a Sunday, but when you got a job, it was important to play by their rules.
I sipped at my drink and looked around the bar. More than a few attractive and well-dressed men were about, and my mouth watered. One, in particular, caught my eye.
He was tall, with a chiseled jawline. A swoop of blond hair wrapped around the top of his head, edging down to his piercing blue eyes that I thought I’d get lost in if he were nearby. I wondered what he was like in a carnal sense. I could feel his strong arms holding me upright, his kisses making me beg for more.
“Who’s the new kid you’ll be taking care of?” she asked, snapping me from my imagination. I had to take a second to remember what we were talking about.
“He’s a wonderful young man named Kevin,” I replied. “He’s barely in first grade, but he’s a smart kid.”
“I will never understand why you like taking care of kids so much,” Janey, said taking another drink from her scotch.
Janey was always a straightforward woman, and I liked her for being so; she wouldn’t let me get away with anything. She was like the sister I wish I had. She was taller and prettier than I was, but that didn’t mean she got all the dates. I guess my petite and matronly charms were more than enough to win over most men. Still, I felt like she had more than a leg up when it came to attraction.
She’d been there for me since we were both living in the worst part of town, dreaming of a life that neither of us thought we’d get. It helped that she was smart and knew how to be aggressive and get what she wanted. Janey had always been the kind of person I aspired to be.
“I like kids. Not that I want to start having them now or anything. Kids are just easy to get along with, and they’re usually more fun, too. Maybe I like that they help me stay young.”
Janey scoffed again. I may like her as a sister, but she still thought I was lowering myself, which caused more than a few fights between us.
“You should have just gone to college with me instead of running off to be another live-in nanny,” Janey said.
“Some things aren’t for everybody. Not everyone wants to a lawyer or banker,” I replied.
“Yes, but everyone wants to make a living. I doubt you make that much being a nanny. How much are you getting paid by this new client of yours?”
“Six figures,” I replied.
Janey laughed and finished the last of her drink.
“Six figures for glorified babysitting? Your client must be rich.”
“He is, apparently. I haven’t met him yet. I was hired through his assistant. But at least I got to meet Kevin. That’s all that really matters. I guess they were recording the whole time I was with him, and the client said I was the best.”
I fiddled with the olives in my otherwise empty martini glass.
“It looks like you could use a refill. Tonight is on me, hun,” Janey said with a smile while raising her hand to the waiter for service.
The waiter returned shortly with a new scotch and martini. I sipped at my new beverage and leaned back in my seat. We’d found space on a comfortable couch away from the dance floor. I wasn’t in the mood for dancing tonight.
“It’s a pretty common practice, you know. I’ve had a few clients that like to keep their anonymity, so they send a proxy. It’s a useful practice. But, when you find out who it is, you better tell me,” she said with a laugh.
I giggled with her; the alcohol was already making my cheeks feel a little rosy. Janey started dancing in her seat; she was ready to hit the dance floor, and I was holding her back.
A drink arrived at the table, another martini.
“From the gentleman,” said the waiter.
I looked around to see who my casual admirer might be and was greeted by the gorgeous man by the bar. He held up his glass to toast, and I lifted my new drink in response. He finished his drink and started walking over.
“I suppose I should be going then,” Janey said.
“Give me twenty minutes. If he’s a creep, then I’ll need a way to get out,” I said.
“I’ll be on the dance floor,” she replied. “Let me know if you need the apartment for tonight.”
I arched my back over the table and straightened my hair before he arrived. My brunette locks were getting a little unwieldy. I probably should have had them cut a few months ago, because now they were almost impossible to manage. My skimpy dress showed off my simple curves.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked.