The Billionaire’s Babysitter by Essie

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my ice cream towards her. “Peace offering?”
She looked at me murderously then started laughing, “I’m going to kill you Gisele. How could you?!”
She jumped on me and started a tickle war, then we ate ice cream while she gave me tips on how to seduce a billionaire.
”You should be cla**y but not too much. He might think you’re a prude. Smile pretty much all the time. Compliment his abs and giggle”, I looked at her at the last one and laughed.
”Lizzie stop!”, I said, almost choking on my laughter.
”No, I swear. I always see these girls at these galas doing it. It seems to work for them”, she

forced her to help me

was a knock on the door and I jumped up, eager to reach the beautiful house that was Mr. Hendrick- pardon me, Slate’s house. 
To my greatest surprise, when I opened the door, it was Slate Hendrick in person standing there.
”Mr. Hend- I mean Slate! What are you doing here?”, I asked bewildered, not even thinking that I was being impolite.
He smiled, “I was free today, so I decided to pick you up instead”
I smiled in return. He really was a nice guy. He was the head of a multimillionaire corporation and he had made time just to help me move in.
”What will you do about your furniture”, he asked me when I finally let him in.
I looked at the sofa that also served as a bed, the scruffy low table and the desk that housed my books and cringed. I tried to see it through the eyes of a billionaire and it really did not look good. Since the furniture didn’t belong to me, I wasn’t going to do anything about it.
”Nothing sir. It doesn’t belong to me”, I replied.
He nodded, looking around thoughtfully.
”Slate”, he said abruptly.
”Huh?”, I asked, confused.
”Slate. I told you to call me Slate”, he repeated with a smirk.
”Oh sorry”, I said, blushing even more. Sometimes I really hated my quick-to-blush skin.
”Next time you slip, I just might have to punish you”, he said, smirking even more broadly.
”Punish me?”, I asked, not sure I wanted to know what he meant by that, my cheeks heating up more. I had discovered that the extent to which I could blush was unlimited, thanks to Mr. Hendrick.
”Punish you”, he repeated cryptically with a smirk.
I’m sure I looked like a tomato, so I turned my face and put my hands to my cheeks. I heard him laugh lightly and I was mesmerized. The sound was beautiful. It was deep but not too deep, just perfect.
”Where are your bags?”, he asked, and I gestured towards my clothes that were packed in three bags

dad is French and my mom is from Texas”, I answered, still looking out of the window. I really didn’t feel like talking about my family at that moment.
”And you’ve lived here

a huge sigh of relief and we started laughing along with each other. “You should have seen your face sir”, I gasped out in between laughs.
”What did I tell you about

went straight to the garage.
I was left wondering what he meant by that when he led me into the house.
”Welcome to my home. Or as you say in French, bienvenue chez moi.”
”You speak French?” I asked, impressed, raising my eyebrows.
”Je fais de mon mieux”, he replied, making me giggle and clap. He spoke quite well and his French did not have an accent.
He bowed, making me laugh even harder, before going on to show me where I was going to be sleeping. We went upstairs and he opened the door to a beautiful and huge room. It was decorated with mostly pastels and I’m sure the bed was a

remark, upon seeing the room.
”I hope you like it”, Mr. Hendrick said,