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.

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

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

you were fired. Why?”, Slate asked, looking

stuttered, trying to stall, so as

hand on mine. I was squealing and screaming like a

and I refused so she fired me unjustly”,

thoughtfully, then asked, “Why did you not

I don’t think anybody would have believed me. And she would surely invent lies about me that would put my earnings in jeopardy so I preferred not to”, I answered, really hoping he believed what

Do have any

like to have history with you, I thought,

yes sir. After high school, I enrolled myself in a child care program”, I said, hoping that was going to count for something, “And I’ve also babysat

my files. I sighed internally then 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 every second listening to his voice. It wasn’t

I call you Gisele”, I nodded, “How old was the child you

she was 7 but unfortunately, her family had to move out of state”,

at me and I melted. His smile was beautiful and made me

my experience with children. I answered as best as I could, being both descriptive and vague when

first thing I heard were screams, making me jump in my chair. A cute but snotty nosed girl with a tear-stricken expression was

managed to escape from the hands of the brunette

Hendrick spoke up, cradling

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

why do you have fire