Page 50 of The Billionaire's One-Night Stand Nanny
“I have a favor to ask of you,” Flora said the next night. We were sitting on the couch instead of on the patio tonight, boxes of take-out scattered over the coffee table. The ingredients for the meal I’d intended to cook for us were still sitting untouched in the refrigerator. Flora had arrived in the same little sundress she’d worn to the book launch and I hadn’t been able to resist: practically as soon as she walked in the door, I’d slipped my hands under her thighs, lifting her onto the kitchen counter to kiss her.
We’d run out of time to cook. Chinese it was.
“A favor?” I asked.
She nodded. She was sitting opposite me on the couch wearing an old tee shirt of mine, pale pink panties, and a reluctant smile. “A favor. A big one.”
Was this when she asked about the two thousand dollars?
“You thought you’d ask me now, when I’m most likely to comply, is that it?”
“That’s right,” she said, fluttering her eyelashes, tracing up the inside of one calf with her toe. I grabbed her ankle, holding her still. I traced the shape of her leg with my gaze, allowing it to linger on the dark space between her thigh and the hem of my tee shirt before I looked up into her wide eyes. Her smile was gone.
“How many times do I have to tell you, Flora?” I asked. “Anything. You. Want.”
Her breath hitched, and when she spoke, it was breathy. “I need you,” she said, and I nodded slowly.
“Yes?” I prompted. I’d never get tired of hearing those words from her pink lips. If she needed two thousand dollars–ten, a hundred–the money was hers, so long as she kept looking at me likethat.
“I need you,” she said again, “to deliver some cookies.”
My grip on her ankle loosened.
“What?”
“Biscotti, actually. I need you to take some into your office,” she said. “But wait, go back to that.”
“What?” I said again.
She narrowed her eyes at me playfully. “That sexy thing you do with your eyes.”That sexy thing I did with my eyes?
“But… the biscotti?”
“We can talk about that later. Go back towhatever you want, Flora.I like that.” She pulled her foot free and crawled along the couch toward me on hands and knees, closer and closer, until her knees were on either side of mine, her hands braced against the arm of the couch, caging me in.
“Whatever happened toit’s a big favor?”
“Mmm,” she hummed, closer still. She closed the distance, her lips on mine, then her hand, gentle, feather-soft on my cock. “It’s notsobig, after all. Not in comparison with–”
I reached my hand around her shoulders to tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her down into a deep kiss.
“I’ll deliver your biscotti, sweetheart,” I said between kisses. It had to be something about her sister’s catering–she’d said she was a chef–but right now, with my tongue in her sesame-scented mouth and her teasing fingers toying with the drawstring of my pants, it didn’t matter. “I’ll put some onevery fucking floor of the building. Or didn’t you hear me?” I asked, tugging her hair back gently so I could see her smile.
“Tell me again,” she whispered.
“Anything.
You.
Want.”
CHAPTER24
Flora
The email arrived that afternoon.I’d spent the car trip from Manhattan reading instead of scrolling through my phone, so I was sitting at my cluttered desk, a glass of wine in my hand and a clay mask drying on my skin, when I finally sat down to check my emails, expecting a few moreno, thank you, we’re not looking for someone with your qualifications for this school yearrejections.
Instead, the email I saw read,We would be delighted to offer you a position at our school effective August 20th…
