Page 4 of Billionaire and Nanny Secret

“Klaus,” I reiterated. “I’m working. You know the way out.”

“When did you become such a stick in the mud?”

“When I was given responsibilities,” I answered. “Something you wouldn’t know about.”

Klaus was silent for a moment, giving me time to power on my computer and settle onto a document that I knew I needed to work on. My little brother had planted himself here, and I was certain that he wasn’t going to be leaving for a good while, not until he got the information that he was so obviously longing for.

“Get to the point, Klaus.” I was, quickly, becoming exaggerated. “Why are you here?”

He stared at me, for a moment, and I could see the debate playing in his eyes. He was contemplating whether or not he should say the thoughts running through his mind. If it were up to me then he wouldn’t. One of the things that I hated the most was when people pried into my life, whether they were family or not.

“Your new nanny,” he finally answered me. “What was her name?”

I frowned. “Why is that any of your business?”

“I ran into her this morning,” he told me simply. I sighed. He knew how much I despised him going into my house. Unlike me, Klaus was the farthest thing from clean. He messed up things strictly because he said there were people who could clean up for him. “And before you start getting all sulky, I had to pick up my laptop, the one I told you I was coming by for?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

I remembered him saying something about that. The date must have slipped my mind… that, or he never mentioned one. Still, I would have preferred if he would have given me a heads-up rather than just stopping by. I hadn’t even had time to prepare Quinn. Who knew what he’d said to her or the kinds of things that she’d thought about him?

“Okay.” I wanted the conversation to end, but it wasn’t going to be that easy with Klaus.

“Her name?” He repeated.

“Quinn.”

“Hmm,” he hummed. “Stunning name for a beautiful girl.”

It was a thought that had slipped my mind when I’d first seen Quinn. I wasn’t the kind of man to fall for a woman based on her looks, and I wasn’t in the market for love. But there was no denying the natural beauty that she possessed. My thoughts went back to when she’d come in for the interview.

She was short, small enough to fit in the crook of my arms, I was sure. Her hair, blonde, but nothing like Klaus’. Natural and light, wavy. Quinn’s eyes were big and green, daring me to just stare into them for eternity. Her lashes were long and curly, and her lips were plump and pink. She was skinny, yet fit. Gorgeous wasn’t strong enough to describe her.

But nothing was ever going to happen between the two of us for more reasons than I could list.

“What about Quinn?” I asked him, my fingers beginning to work quickly on my keyboard. I was caught up on my work, just as I normally was. Being behind and late wasn’t my way. Once I finished the report, I looked over the schedule that Jenny had made for me for tomorrow.

“I know you’re huge on the whole ‘no dating the help’ thing, but…”

“No,” I cut him off. “I know where this is going, and you already know what my answer is.”

“I know what your usual rule is, brother,” he stated, exasperatedly. “But you and I both know she’s different, ripe for the picking.”

“Not for your picking.”

“Then whose?” Klaus asked. “Yours?”

“Neither of ours,” I snapped, my eyes running over the time. It was a quarter until five, just fifteen minutes until I was free to go home and see my daughter, the gem of my life. I was well aware of the fact that I didn’t have to stay on schedule, being the boss and all. But I liked to hold myself to the same standards that I held my employees to. I was the farthest thing from being a hypocrite.

“Just hear me out,” Klaus raised his hands in a surrendering gesture. “One date. If she doesn’t like it then I’ll respect your wishes and leave her alone. But if she does, then I get to take her home with me for a night that I’m sure she won’t forget.” He was smirking at me, and the expression on his face pissed me off.

“And why are you so confident that she’d even agree to a date with you?”

Klaus scoffed. “Have you seen me?”

“My answer is no.” I sent him a pointed look. “Nothing you say is going to change what I’m telling you. Ms. Sharpe is my nanny, and her job is to look after Paige. She’s not going to be distracted because she’s running around with you. That’s not what I’m paying for. I won’t entertain this conversation with you again, Klaus. Are we clear?”

“But I…”

“I said, ‘are we clear?’”

---