The Billionaire's Nanny: A BWWM Romantic Comedy Read Online Free Page B

Uncertain. It’s like he doesn’t actually know what babies need, but he’s just got a feeling. I’m dying to ask about the mother, but instinct tells me not to. This is a ridiculous offer. I have never even been a babysitter. Third graders are not infants, it’s well outside my area of expertise. But he seems so sincere.
    “So, this isn’t a live-in job, is it? It’s not 24-7?”
    “No, just day time, a normal job, say 8-4? Well, realistically, more like 8-6, given my schedule, but you’d be well compensated.” He notices that Eric and Dan are watching our conversation intently. Nosy bastards. Corbin pulls a pen from the tray on the bar and writes a number on a cocktail napkin. Ho-ly Crap.
    I whisk the napkin into my pocket. “Wow. Um, that is generous. Obviously, that would make a huge difference in my life, but even so, I’m just not sure, I mean, this is kind of a big deal. That much money is…well, it’s pressure. What if I’m terrible at this?”
    He smiles the smile of someone who knows what it looks like when he’s won. “Then you will get a severance package that should at least keep you from regretting having quit your other jobs. No hard feelings.”
    I give him the side eye. “How do you know I won’t just take that severance so I can loaf the rest of the summer?”
    “You won’t.” He smiles broadly, showing me perfect teeth. “It’s not who you are.”
    He’s right of course, but how can he be so sure after a Google search? That confidence is convincing, though. As is that money.
    “Let me sleep on it. I’ll let you know by noon tomorrow, okay?”
    “Perfectly reasonable.” He picks up another napkin and scrawls a number. “Call me on my cell. If you accept, I’ll want you to start right away. Will that be a problem?”
    “I don’t know. Honestly, Anne will probably be glad to be rid of me. I think she’s kept me on as a charity case. And I can still work here at night until they find a replacement.”
    “Okay good. I look forward to hearing from you. I hope you’ll accept. Maeve really liked you.”
    “I liked her, too.” And you , I don’t add.
    Corbin gets up and walks out of the bar, turning to smile at me before he steps outside.
    “That’s weird, right?” I say to the guys who were eavesdropping.
    “From the way your eyes bugged when he handed you the napkin with the salary on it, I’m guessing it can’t be weird enough to make you say no,” says Eric.
    I take a deep breath and let it out. “Yeah, it’d have to be pretty damned weird. What if he really just wants to kill me and uses this baby as bait to lure young poor girls to his house?”
    Dan nods. “Prob’ly not even his baby.”
    “Bet he stole it,” adds Dave, getting into the spirit of the thing.
    “Oh shit!” says Dan, "I bet he killed a pregnant lady and took the baby to raise as bait for more ladies!"
    " Jesus , Dan," says Eric. “Too fuckin’ dark, man.”
    “Seriously,” I say. “Dial it back.” I take out the first napkin and look at that number again. It would cover the raise in my rent. And then some.
    I spend the rest of the night waffling back and forth from “It would be stupid not to take this job” to “Only a stupid person would take this job.” My regulars get gradually drunk and go home, so they’re no help. It’s too late to call Gran. It’s too complicated to text, so I dial the number for Asia, my best girlfriend. She picks up after several rings.
    “Is someone dead?” I can hear noise in the background, she must be out.
    “No, everything’s fine, I just have a problem too complicated for text.”
    “Okay, hang on, let me go to the bathroom, so I can hear. I’m out with Miguel.”
    I met Asia in college. when we were paired up as Freshman roommates. We were that rare pair that got along and we were inseparable the whole four years. She took the same gig I did–teach for two years, pay off your loans–she went to Oakland, where she is from. Asia, however,