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“Ah! I love your dollhouse. I had one when I was a child, but it was small. I always wanted a big one, but we couldn't afford it.”

“Do you want to play with it? We can play together.”

“Sure.” I smiled. “I have nowhere to be.”

I heard footsteps from behind. Turning around, I saw him standing there with his hands tucked into his pockets, staring at me.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“We're playing, Dad.” Eloise smiled.

“I need to speak with Charlotte for a moment. Follow me,” He gestured toward the door.

“I'll be right back.” I smiled, patting Eloise's head.

I followed him into the hall.

“My daughter seems to like you.”

“Is that a bad thing?” My brows furrowed.

“No. She can be a little put off by people. Can you stay and watch her while I go out? I'll pay you, of course.”

“Excuse me?” My brow arched. “You want me to look after your kid so you can go out?”

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

“I don't even know your name. You don't know me, and you're trusting me with your kid?”

“Do you have experience with children?” he asked.

“Yeah. I have tons of experience,” I lied.

“Excellent. Then you won't mind staying with her until I get back. And my name is Ashton. Ashton Cross.”

“You'll pay me for tonight? Because I'm currently unemployed.”

“Is that why you were crying in Central Park and threw a cupcake at me?”

“That is none of your business, and for the last time, I did not throw it directly at you. You just happened to be in the path the cupcake decided to go.”

A handsome smile crossed his lips.

“I'll be home around midnight,” he said, walking back into Eloise's room. “Sweetheart, Charlotte is going to babysit you while I go out.”

“Really?” A wide grin crossed her face.

“Yes, really. I'll see you in the morning.” He kissed the top of her head and walked out of the room.

Chapter Five

Charlotte

After Eloise and I played with her dollhouse, she told me she was hungry.

“Can I have a snack?”

“Sure. Let's go down to the kitchen. But we're taking the elevator.” I smirked.