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Nor did I think she liked it very much.Me.Didn’t likemevery much.
I tried to tell myself that it wasn't dislike.That maybe she was just placed in a situation that she didn't know how to handle, and this was her way of expressing her feelings.But I needed someone who could be here to help her through that.
To helpusthrough that.
At this point, I needed someone who was more than just a babysitter, and I hoped that whatever person they were sending me would be the answer.
My phone was already blowing up.More messages about when I was coming in and if I could attend in-person meetings and events.It wasn’t just Dominic, but every other person who had heard the rumor that I was coming in today.
Though Dominic specifically had been bugging me for the exact time when I’d be in the office.I had about 10 messages from him alone.
He acted like he cared about me and Bella and pushed me to stay home, but I knew he was struggling inside.He was a good man.He tried to shield me from most of what he was dealing with over there, but it still got to me.
The employees were asking.So were the contractors, the board members, everyone.Each day that I was gone, the rumors got worse and worse, and their confidence in me lowered by the minute.
It wasn’t just because I was usually the person who was in the office every single day.They had heard about the accident, and to them, that made me a very unstable CEO.
I didn't want them to think that I was some struggling, grieving woman.It had already been hard enough to maintain my position.I needed to prove that I was still capable.
I had more than enough shares if the board decided they wanted to do some funny shit, but in order to protect my position, I needed to fucking be there.There were just too many things that could slip by right under my nose.
If this nanny doesn’t work…
I didn’t even want to go there.I was out of options.
When I heard the car driving over the gravel out front, I was up and marching to the door.
My hand was around the knob, opening it before she’d even gotten out of the vehicle.She was sitting in a beat-up, old car, grabbing her things from the passenger seat, and I watched as she turned to the rearview mirror to quickly fix her hair and check her makeup.
I was still watching as she got out of the car, her face hidden by the curtain of shiny blonde hair.She was wearing a light pink sundress with one of those soft fabric tops that hugged her breasts.The rest of it had a small pattern that I couldn't make out from where I was standing.The dress was long enough to cover most of her legs, except for a small portion at the end.It was enough to call my attention there and to her white tennis shoes.
I was sure it was meant to be cute, girly… But my mind immediately went to the gutter.Specifically to my night with my own blonde beauty.To her legs that looked so similar to these wrapped around my shoulders.I remember trailing kisses from her hip to her knee and down to her ankle.
She rounded the car, her head down as she looked in her large tote bag, not looking up until she got to the steps.
Alarm bells started ringing in the back of my head.Suddenly, the girl in front of me morphed into the girl I had spent the night with.My angel.The same lithe fingers.That same slender neck.Those beautiful blonde locks.
Actually, she really does look like?—
My breath caught in my throat and my grip tightened on the door, my fingers aching as I applied a bit too much pressure.
The world turned on its side and slowed down to the millisecond.All the noise from the background lowered until it was nothing but a hum.She turned to look at me, and I immediately knew she was the angel I met at the club.
The mask had obscured a little bit of her face, but not enough for me not to know who she was right away.Those large blue eyes that were once pleading for me to put her out of her misery were now looking straight at me.Wide-eyed and just as shocked as I was.
The same ones that had looked at me with a devotion I’d never seen before.Like she trusted me more than I’d ever even trusted myself.
I watched as her large smile quickly dropped when she realized who I was too.The realization was daunting for both of us, and suddenly my mind was working a million miles an hour.
Shit.Shit.Shit.Not good.
Without warning, I slammed the door shut before she even got up the stairs.
I wanted to meet her again.That was all I'd been thinking about.I had to, somehow.
But if I’d known that all those thoughts would manifest into this very awkward moment, I would take it all back.
Meeting at a coffee shop was one thing.Her, the girl I fucked at a queer BDSM club, being my new nanny?No fucking way.