by King, Imani
The Nanny
A BWWM Billionaire Romance
Imani King
Contents
1. Trisha
2. Jonathan
3. Trisha
4. Jonathan
5. Trisha
6. Jonathan
7. Trisha
8. Jonathan
9. Trisha
10. Jonathan
11. Trisha
12. Jonathan
13. Trisha
14. Jonathan
15. Trisha
16. Jonathan
17. Trisha
18. Jonathan
19. Trisha
20. Jonathan
21. Trisha
22. Jonathan
23. Trisha
24. Jonathan
25. Trisha
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
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Epilogue
1
Trisha
“Y ou should apply!” Samantha said from over her shoulder, nearly making Trisha jump out of her skin. After taking a few deep breaths to keep her heart from leaping from her chest and bolting for the door, Trisha turned and glared at her .
“Privacy much ?”
She didn’t even blink at the rebuff. “Looking for young, energetic person able to keep up with two growing boys. Full-time salary with benefits? Yes please! And look… it’s a couple blocks off campus! You’d be perfect for it .”
“Yeah, along with the five thousand other people who would apply.” Trisha closed the webpage, then shut her laptop. The listing had come up when she was scrolling through Facebook, killing time before heading to class. The job looked nice, but if it looked too good to be true, it probably was .
“But you love kids! You’ve been babysitting since you were thirteen. You’re majoring in child psychology! Hell, I’m surprised you’re not married with kids of your own by now.” Samantha crossed her arms and stared me down, apparently not willing to let this go without a fight. “You should apply. What’s the worst that’ll happen ?”
“And waste time I could be spending on my studies?” I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice. “Besides, this is a full-time job, not a babysitting gig. It’s completely different .”
Trisha did love kids. It was one of the reasons she was a psych major. Ever since she was in high school she’d wanted to become a child psychiatrist or a social worker. Sure, they weren’t high paying jobs and it would be stressful work, but she didn’t really see herself doing anything else .
Playing full-time nanny for some wealthy jerk wasn’t even on the radar… and besides, she’d never fit into that kind of life .
Trisha had been lucky to grow up in a lower middle class family. They didn’t have much, but there were few things she’d wanted for growing up. Her parents had both worked full-time to support the family and they gave her a chance to choose her own future… even if she’d need to take out some student loans to pay for it .
She wanted to help the kids who weren’t so lucky .
Samantha frowned, but dropped the subject, at least for now. Trisha already knew this wouldn’t be the last she heard of it. Once Sam had her mind set on something, she was like a rabid dog that wouldn’t let go. All Trisha could hope for was that the position would fill up quickly and Sam would be forced to move on to some other silly obsession .
Sam flopped down on the couch and watched Trisha as she crammed her things into her bag. Unlike Trisha, Sam’s first class started at noon. She’d thought she was lucky getting a 9am class as her first one of the day, but part of her wished she’d followed Sam’s example instead. At least the campus was only a short walk from here. She didn’t have to worry about a long commute or traffic, so she didn’t have to get up as early as some of the students did .
Besides, Trisha was a junior now and used to getting up fairly early .
“You should at least think about that job!” Samantha yelled as Trisha headed for the door. “You already had to cut back on classes .”
“It’s not my fault they raised tuition again …”
“And that means you’ve got the time! Besides, if you don’t do this you’re just gonna end up waitressing again .”
“I am NOT waitressing again!” Trisha shouted. Waffle House helped pay for her first year of college, but it was an experience she wouldn’t wish on her worst enemy. Some of her shoes still smelled like syrup …
“Says the girl who just filled out an Applebees application,” Samantha said, laughing .
Sam was right, of course. She usually was. Trisha’s scholarship didn’t come close to covering tuition, let alone room and board. She couldn’t call her parents for help, and that meant the loans were already piling up. A full-time job with a full-time income would go a long way toward fixing things, even if it only lasted a semester or two .
“Good bye, Samantha,” Trisha said, biting her tongue, “and stop snooping around in my stuff !”
“Don’t forget! Taco Tuesday with the guys at seven!” she shouted as Trisha closed the door .
Yeah, like she was going to forget that. It was the one day a week she got out of the apartment. If it wasn’t for Sam, and Brandon, and Justin, she’d have been a social pariah, burying herself in textbooks and school work .
I could at least apply for the job …
A job would be another great way to get out of the house. Hell, even if she spent most of her time taking care of kids, it’d be better than staring at her laptop all night. Maybe she could even talk this guy into being a job reference once she had her degree …
Trisha was so caught up in her own thoughts, her body walking on auto-pilot, that she hadn’t noticed the man until she walked dead into him. He shouted as his coffee jostled, splattering all over the front of his suit jacket .
“O
h my god!” Trisha gasped in horror. She reached into her purse and rummaged around until she found a napkin and immediately began to try and wipe it up .
The man growled and snatched the cloth from her to clean himself up. Trisha stood rooted in place as she stared at the unexpected distraction of a man. He was gorgeous in the way no living person deserved to be. Tall, of course, with dark brown hair cropped just long enough to run your fingers through. His chiseled features may as well have been carved from marble, and the expensive suit was perfectly tailored to his muscular body. That would have been enough to drool over, but he topped it off with emerald green eyes that blazed hot enough to burn right through you .
Her mouth was moving, but no words were coming out .
He didn’t seem to be struck with the same affliction .
“You should watch where you’re going,” he said, his voice deep enough to make her heart skip a beat .
Trisha nodded rapidly, her brain bouncing around in her head. “Yes, yes! I’m sorry, so sorry.” Trisha rambled on, desperate to apologize for bumping into this man .
The man frowned at his coffee-stained jacket, then let out a sigh. Trisha swallowed as she followed his gaze, watching dollar signs appearing before her eyes. If he was going to ask her to pay for it, there was no way she could afford it. She couldn’t even afford to dry clean a suit like that !
“Be more careful, please,” he said before handing back the wet napkin. She didn’t get another word out as he brushed past her and continued down the sidewalk .
Trisha was rooted to the spot as she watched him go, letting out a little sigh of relief. Well, that could’ve been worse , she thought to herself. That was a hell of a way to start her morning. Trisha prayed she wouldn’t run into him again, then turned and headed toward campus .
2
Jonathan
C ould this day get any worse? Jonathan wondered as he pushed the office doors open. Everyone greeted him with a wave or a smile, and he nodded at them, eager to lock himself in the office for a few hours. Peace and quiet were just what the doctor ordered after a morning like this .
Declan had thrown a fit again, insisting he wasn’t going to school today. It’d taken both him and Alexander to get the boy into his uniform, and he’d pouted the whole way to school. It’d been like this ever since Grace decided to retire. Jonathan had pleaded with her to stay on, but she’d been the family nanny since he was young enough to need one .
She deserved her retirement, and he couldn’t really argue with that .
But he also thought he could make it more than two weeks without going insane .
That was proving to be a challenge. He’d spent the last couple days running around like a crazed animal. Picking up the kids, dropping them off, trying desperately to keep the house from falling apart. In just forty-eight hours he’d discovered a whole new respect for Grace and everything she’d done for him over the years… like the way she was always keeping legos off the floor. It doesn’t seem like much of a big deal until one of those little plastic bastards try to kill you. The arch of his foot was still aching .
There was no time to sit around lamenting his tragic lego injury, of course. Traffic had been a bitch, which just put him even further behind schedule… and when he’d limped down to the coffee shop to grab himself something to drink, some pretty little college girl dumped a caramel macchiato straight down his jacket .
He barely even acknowledged Carla, his personal secretary, before stepping into his corner office. He tossed the empty cup into the garbage, then flopped down onto the soft couch and closed his eyes. This was the kind of day where crawling under some blankets and refusing to come out might have been an acceptable coping strategy. It’d beat working, at any rate .
Of course… as hard as things were, he’d be lying if he wasn’t loving every minute of it. He’d spent more time with his kids in the last two days than he had over the last two months . Running a Fortune 500 company required sacrifice, and coming home after his boys were already in bed was one of the hardest things in the world to do .
Hell, maybe he’d leave work early tonight. The three of them could relax in the theater and have a movie night .
At that moment, a mindless action flick sounded pretty good… and it would be nice to spend a little more time with the kids before he found a new nanny and got his life back on the rails .
A knocking on the door sent him back to the real world. Jonathan stood back up and removed the stained jacket, leaving in on the armrest as he walked over to his desk. “Come in,” he said as he sat down, frowning at the papers already stacked up in front of him .
“Rough morning?” Carla asked as she walked in .
Jonathan snorted. “That’s an understatement .”
Carla must’ve read his mind, because she was already working on solutions. “We’ve had a lot of applicants for the nanny position. I was thinking of having the best candidates come in for an interview with you. Does that sound okay ?”
“It sounds great,” he said with a nod. “I also want the boys to meet anyone I’m thinking of hiring. I don’t want them stuck with someone they hate .”
“Perfect!” Carla grinned, then set more papers on the desk. “These just came up from accounting. They need your approval .”
He sighed and flipped through them. He absolutely loved the job, but dear God did he despise the paperwork. Was there any sane person who enjoyed watching numbers shuffle their way across a spreadsheet ?
He doubted it .
“I’ll get to these right away.” Jonathan smiled up at her. “I don’t know what I’d have done without you these past few weeks. You’ve been a lifesaver, and I really appreciate your help with the nanny search .”
“It’s my pleasure.” She winked at him. “Just remember how impressed you are when my Christmas bonus goes out this year!” With a laugh, she headed toward the door. “Buzz me if you need anything .”
Jonathan shook his head. Carla never was one to beat around the bush! “Don’t worry, I won’t forget! And try not to work yourself too hard out there .”
Once Carla was gone, he let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes again. This was going to be a long day and an even longer week. With a little luck he’d have a nanny in place before it was over .
After a few moments of deep breathing, Jonathan sat up and looked at the stack of paperwork. It wasn’t getting any smaller, so he grabbed the first page and got to work .
3
Trisha
S chool seemed to drag on forever. Even though she actually liked the class, her professor should’ve retired eons ago. The material was fascinating, but his heart clearly wasn’t in it. He droned on, doing the absolute minimum required to maintain his tenure. Watching paint dry might have been more interesting .
But that only allowed her mind to drift .
More than once during the day, she thought about that nanny job. Should she take Sam’s advice and apply for the job? Depending on how old the kids were, it wouldn’t be too bad. If they were in school she’d have half the day to finish up her own classes .
It was sounding better and better every time she ran over it. By the time she finally met Sam and the guys at the local tacoria, the job was still sitting at the front of her mind. She tried to focus on dinner instead .
“Did you see they came out with new coke zero?” Brandon asked, grinning at the three of us. “They say it tastes better …”
Trisha groaned and shook her head. Brandon’s obsession with all things soda-related during their game nights bordered on unhealthy. “I swear I’m going to find out you have a Coca-Cola body pillow one of these days.” Trisha stuck her tongue out at him, then took a bite of her taco .
“That sounds like something a Pepsi drinker would say!” Brandon stuck his nose up in the air, making everyone laugh .
I wish I could do this more than once a week , Trish thought to herself. But with her current budget, even once a week was pus
hing it. Pretty soon, she was going to have to start choosing between school or food …
As everyone chatted and joked some more, Trisha made up her mind. She would apply for the nanny position when she got home. The job was well within her skills, and the extra money would be fantastic. Hell… she might even end up with some savings at the end of this .
A grin etched onto her face, she let everyone keep on talking and pulled out her iPhone .
The grin didn’t last long. As soon as the job listing page loaded, the word CLOSED appeared in big letters over top .
Fuck!
She cursed herself mentally. Samantha was right: It’d been the perfect job. Why hadn’t she just applied for it this morning when Sam told her to ?
