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.

more about you. What was your last job?”, he asked in

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

fired. Why?”, Slate asked,

I-I”, I stuttered, trying to stall, so as to come up with a

the truth”, he said, placing his hand on mine. I was squealing

she fired me unjustly”, I answered, hoping

did you not take a

me that would

work experience. Do have any history

to have history with you, I thought, then blushed

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

berated myself for it. I had had feelings for boys in the past, but my reaction to Mr. Hendrick stunned me. I wanted to spend

nodded, “How old was the child you

till she was 7 but unfortunately, her family had to move out of state”, I explained,  looking

His smile

could, being both descriptive and

in my chair. A cute but snotty

managed to escape from the hands of

Mr. Hendrick spoke up, cradling his

behind her, leaving me with Mr. Hendrick and his daughter who was looking

why do you have