The Billionaire’s Babysitter by Essie

I entered the office slowly. My heart was beating like crazy and my mouth and throat were dry.

“Close the door”, the voice said, and I finally looked at him and I did not regret it.

He was standing next to the window and this time my went dry not because of nerves. He was even more intimidating and more handsome than I had realized. He was really tall, had really broad shoulders, and man could he wear a suit?!

I realized I was staring and looked down, blushing. I heard and small chuckle then he said, “Sit”.

I sat and few seconds later, he sat too. He looked straight at me for a few seconds then asked, “What’s your name?”

“Gisele… Gisele Durand”, I answered, swallowing, a bit unsettled with the way he was looking at me. If you were in my place, and a hunk of a man was staring at you with his charming and bewitching blue eyes, you’d feel unsettled too.

He asked for my file and I handed it to him silently, taking advantage of the fact that he wasn’t focused on me to study him.

His brown hair was tousled, giving it a coiffée-decoiffée look that was so s**y. I went down to his neck. His Adam’s apple moved, as if it sensed me looking at it.

And his lips. Gods, his lips. They were pink and they looked so soft and kissable. He had a beard, not full-grown, just there to give him a roguish and s**y look. I continued my scrutiny to his hands. His nails were well groomed and his hands looked to be really bigger than mine.

My eyes drawled back to his face and I blushed furiously when I noticed that he was looking at me, a small smirk resting on his lips.

“Are you done?”, he asked, looking like he was fighting a laugh.

“I-I w-w-, s-sor-ry, I-I d-didn’t me-mean t-to stare”, I stuttered, twisting my hands together.

He laughed. I blushed even more.

a little more about you. What was your last job?”, he

at a coffeehouse, Mr. Hendrick”, I answered, knowing that it was going to seem a bit strange that

Slate asked, looking at

I stuttered, trying to stall, so as to

hand on mine. I was squealing

she propositioned me and I refused so she fired me unjustly”,

he said thoughtfully, then asked, “Why did you not take a case

me that would put my earnings in jeopardy so I preferred not to”, I answered, really hoping he

your work experience. Do have any history

have history with you, I thought,

a child care program”, I said, hoping that was going to count for something, “And I’ve also babysat in the past. My

for boys in the past, but my reaction to Mr. Hendrick stunned me. I wanted to spend every second listening to his voice. It wasn’t love at first

I nodded, “How old was the child you

her family had to move out of state”, I explained,  looking at him and willing myself not to blush at the prolonged eye

at me and I melted. His

my experience with children. I answered as best as I could, being both descriptive and vague when needed. Then he pressed a b***on on the Intercom and asked

making me jump in my chair. A cute but snotty

to escape from the hands

Hendrick spoke up, cradling his daughter

closed the door behind her, leaving me with Mr. Hendrick and his daughter who was looking at

you have fire on