Table of Contents
Copyright
A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series
Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
Olivia
Ethan
Mountain Man
BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD’S BABYSITTER
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN OFFICE ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 35
FLORA FERRARI
CONTENTS
Copyright
A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series
Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
1. Olivia
2. Ethan
3. Olivia
4. Ethan
5. Olivia
6. Ethan
7. Olivia
8. Olivia
9. Olivia
10. Ethan
11. Olivia
12. Ethan
Epilogue. Olivia
Extended Epilogue. Ethan
Mountain Man
COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.
All Rights Reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
Book 1: Baby Lust
Book 2: Veteran
Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
Book 6: Leader
Book 7: Professor
Book 8: Burned
Book 9: Worldly
Book 10: Pistol
Book 11: Policed
Book 12: Driven
Book 13: Lucky 13
Book 14: Lumberjacked
Book 15: Protector
Book 16: Carpenter
Book 17: Italian Stallion
Book 18: Gardener
Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin
Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 21: Cocky CFO
Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th
Book 23: Mechanic
Book 24: SEAL’s Secret
Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch
Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée
Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina
Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy
Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol
Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess
Book 32: Statham
Book 33: Bodyguard
Book 34: Greek God
Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
Book 36: Mountain Man
Book 37: SEAL’s Justice
BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD’S BABYSITTER
Olivia: Billionaire Ethan Stone has a way with words.
By day that sexy mouth of his sways corporate boardrooms…and by night it sways the hips of the most famous women across NYC.
At least that’s what the tabloids say.
But when I show up for my first day at work at his company, he’s not saying anything.
Ethan: Cat’s got my tongue.
The moment I first lay eyes on this sexy kitten I’m at a loss for words.
But I really want to dive in headfirst and get lost in another kind of kitty.
And make the new paralegal purr like a good pussycat.
Olivia: From the boardroom to the bedroom this man's got a reputation, but is it true?
I see a different side of him completely when he asks me to babysit his little daughter...the one no one seems to know about.
But the more I get to know this sexy single dad, the more I realize there's more to know.
Ethan: I told myself I'd never trust again, but that was before her.
She has a way with my daughter, and it's doing a number on me.
Is it possible that this small town girl was just what this big city boy needed all along?
*Billionaire Single Dad’s Babysitter is an insta-everything standalone romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
CHAPTER 1
Olivia
Monday
“Mr. Stone will be right with you.”
“Thank you,” I say to the woman who looks too perfect to even be human. She smiles and exits his office.
I have no idea why I’m fifteen minutes into my first day on the job and I’m meeting with the founder, owner, and CEO of Stone Solutions. And solutions are exactly what he provides. He’s never lost a case in his professional life, mostly because most of them never go to trial. Once he gets the suits around the boardroom table it only takes a few minutes of well-placed verbal jabs here and some corporate stock crushing promises there and they’re opening up their checkbooks for his clients.
But that’s not the only thing he’s known to open. He’s a fixture in the gossip mags about town. Just when you think there’s not a higher profile woman he can seduce he does exactly that. Actresses, heiresses, models…he’s been linked to them all. And if there’s truth to what you read in the papers the sweet nothings he whispers in their ears lead to sweet sensations between the sheets shortly thereafter.
Rumor has it there’s not a woman on earth he can’t bring to orgasm. And not just any kind of orgasm. The kind that has you curling your toes and causing your eyes to roll back in your head before a mind-bending reality-changing experience that leaves you addicted and begging for more.
The paparazzi caught two different actresses trying to enter the building of his exclusive apartment downtown last month. They were banging on the entrance demanding to be let in…both around one in the morning. When the cops came they both claimed they just needed to tell him something. I’m guessing that something was how much they couldn’t live without him.
Billionaire. Buff. Beautiful, yet extremely masculine. He was all those things and more.
I sit up straighter in my chair and check my shoulders for lint or heaven forbid dandruff. My skin never did adjust to the big city life and after a small fortune dumped into various shampoos I was still no closer to finding a solution than when I started.
But why did he want to see me? It was probably nothing, but nonetheless I felt the hairs on my arms stand at attention. I was feeling nervous and unconsciously started wiggling my ankle.
His office seemed a bit on the cool side when I walked in, but now it was anything but. It had gone from a cool ocean breeze to a sticky tropical jungle. And in this jungle he was the lion and I was the prey.
I hear the door open and the sound of expensive shoes gliding across marble.
I turn to greet him but he’s already next to me. He extends a hand as if to say “stay seated.”
He effortlessly moves around to behind his desk and sits. I could see that he was tall when he walked in, but he’s only made things worse by sitting in the elevated chair behind that massive wood desk while here I am in front of his desk in this little chair with the deepest seat I’ve ever felt in my life. If this is a tactic that he uses…well, it sure does work.
His eyes
are a crystal clear blue like an ocean you can see right through. But it feels like he’s the one looking right through me. His eyebrows slant up which only adds to the deviousness of the look he’s giving me.
He’s sporting something more than a five o’clock shadow. It’s more like a day or two of growth. I guess you can do whatever the hell you want when you own the company.
And did that bit of facial hair work perfectly with his suit. It screamed bad boy or rugged man while his suit yelled polished businessman.
Somehow he was even more attractive in person than he was on the front of the papers.
But despite his look and his suit and the power his office gave, not to mention the view of the city behind him through the massive window, it was his expression that hit the hardest.
Being present is all the buzz these days. How to avoid distractions in our fast paced world. Well, he could have written the book on the subject because he was one hundred percent focused on me. He never took his gaze off me from the minute I turned to look at him.
He lifted a manila folder and flipped through whatever was inside. I couldn’t see the contents and neither did he. He kept the papers just below eye level, preferring to stare at me the whole time.
And then suddenly he tossed the document to his side and I heard a thud as it landed in a metal wastebasket.
“Why did you apply for this position?”
Finally, he broke the silence. Ironically I don’t know if the bass in his voice and the octave the rich notes his words hit have me more relaxed or less.
“I was hoping to use the skills I acquired during my undergraduate studies and—”
“You’re overqualified,” he interjects. Apparently he wasn’t satisfied with my canned response.
But why summon me to the penthouse suit of the building which bears his name to ask me that? He’s surely got better things to do…like make another few billion dollars real quick. He seems to have a knack for doing just that.
I consider trying another practiced response, but know he’s going to shoot it down even quicker than he did the first.
“I need the money,” I say.
He says nothing, as if my answer isn’t satisfactory.
“Even though I was fortunate enough to land excellent internships each summer while I was going to college I didn’t have the time needed to follow-up with those firms in order to start practicing law right away.” That’s surely what he’s wondering. Four summers of serious legal work and I apply here as a paralegal? It makes no sense. I already passed the bar and could have started off practicing right away. “If I would have started practicing right out of the gate I would have likely been put on a contingency and wouldn’t have collected until after the case settled, and if the client or other party was able to pay. I don’t have that kind of time right now.”
He leans back in his king’s chair and puts his arms along the long thick armrests. His gaze intensifies.
I feel my butt getting hotter and shift in my seat. It’s not just my butt though. I feel sweat running from my armpits and my back. How did he get to me so quickly? And with just nine and a half words. And why do I feel like re-enacting the steamy scenes from 9 1/2 weeks right now?
Like that was going to happen anytime soon. He’s got the crème de la crème of Hollywood, the fashion industry, and just about every other industry throwing themselves at him 24/7. He certainly wasn’t going to choose me with options like those.
Maybe he thought I was going to sandbag it. Take a job that was too easy and just coast, or worse yet do nothing at all. Nothing was further from the truth. As a matter of fact the second reason I took this job was to scratch an itch and learn more about this mystery man. I just had no idea it would be happening so soon into my first day.
He leaned forward in that gigantic chair. Even with its size he filled it out nicely. He was a big guy himself. I know guys who are six foot three and six foot four. He was at least a couple inches taller than them, and much bigger too. His shoulders were deceptively broad. I just wonder what else was bigger, and better, than the things that the paparazzi had managed to photograph…and the things they hadn’t.
And speaking of deceptive it would seem I’d feel safe in this fortress of an office he has. I can tell by the window that the walls must be two feet thick…and marble. It’s probably one of the safest places in the entire city, yet I feel like I’m right outside the office walking on a tightrope well over fifty stories in the sky.
I just wonder if I fell, would he catch me? And if he caught me, would I be able to catch him?
CHAPTER 2
Ethan
Josephine showed her out not more than three minutes ago, but it already seemed like three hours. Maybe even three weeks or three years. The void she left was that big as was my cock. I can’t ever remember having an erection this big and this intense in my entire life.
I leaned back in my chair and unzipped my pants just to give the fucker some more room. My trousers were about to rip and the pain was too much to take.
I’d never jerked off in my office before, let alone in the building I own but I actually consider it for a split second.
But there’s no way. I’m not into shallow victories. Mostly because they’re not victories at all. They’re admissions of defeat and accepting what you can get.
Not my style. Never has been. Never will be. Especially when it comes to her.
The moment I saw her in the lobby this morning I had a reaction so strong I immediately set out to find out who she was. I would have stopped the damn elevator if I could but she was the one going up, and I take a separate elevator that only goes to the penthouse.
The last thing I need are more rumors circulating, but for her I would have done it. I would have jumped in the employee elevator and demanded to know more about her.
Luckily a quick scan of the database showing today’s new hires was all it took. I knew she had to be on that list. I never would have forgotten her face if I’d seen her before. She had to be new.
Just how new I wonder? She seemed nervous and had that kind of small town vibe to her. Maybe she’s never been with a man before. Fuck, I would give anything to be her first. I feel so possessive about her already. I’ve never felt like this before. When I sat in that chair across from her I could feel each and every one of my muscles tense up, and then my mouth. It was like I couldn’t say anything. I just wanted to stare at her and take in her beauty. I just needed to remember the first time we met. Remember how it felt. How the air smelled. How I could feel everything my skin was touching. How my mouth went dry…for the first time in my life.
And it was the first time I knew I’d met a girl who I would absolutely make mine.
And I’m not talking about the way girls in the city throw themselves at me and offer no challenge. The kind of girls only looking to come up on what I have…what I’ve built.
I’m talking about the kind of owning her as in owning her soul, her being, her respect, admiration, and being the fantasy of all her desires. Make her see me as her hero, because that’s what I want to be for this girl who just came in this morning out of nowhere with her fresh face and vibrant eyes. She’s so alive. She has none of that big city look of someone who’s tired, who’s been beat down by life…or one of my legal demands on behalf of the people they’ve wronged.
Her life is just getting started, and it’s going to start right here and right now with me.
I couldn’t even get up to show her out of my office. My dick was aching so hard I couldn’t even stand. I had to hit the hidden buzzer underneath the armrest for my receptionist to come and get her. I’ve never used that button before. I even laughed when I found out what it was for. Like I can’t stand up to anyone that sets foot in my world. Talk about a joke. It always was.
Until today at least.
She stopped me in my tracks. Knocked me on my butt, but I’ll get back up and I’ll put her on more than just her butt. I’ll have her on her back screaming i
n ecstasy.
Olivia Barnett.
Just thinking about her name makes my cock twitch.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I can’t stand the thought of her down there on one of the lower floors. All those young hungry guys trying to come after her. Not a fucking chance. I’m going to put a stop to that real quick. Before it even gets started in fact.
There are enough of those superficial kind of beautiful girls that they can pursue all day long. Those kinds of girls are good for business, but not for me. Those girls with their big fake tits and round asses from hours of doing squats at the gym? Let the guys that work for me have as many of them as they want, assuming that’s what the girls want of course. I know people have sex in the workplace. I think I read that almost twenty percent of marriages start right in the office.
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