The Nanny and the Beast: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Carter Blake

  Then…well, after that, who knows.

  All I really need to do is focus on getting him to somehow leave me alone in there. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?

  I suck in a few deep breaths of air, and do my best to ignore my pounding heart, while tight knots of panic swirl around in my stomach. I’m almost trembling with fear… but this is why I’m here, this is what I need to do, so scary or not I have to take action.

  Just think, if you solve this now, you can forget about that dumb party… that thought is enough to spur me on. The thought of forgetting about all that stress is enough to send me forwards.

  Knock, knock.

  As I wait for him to answer, I tug on my skirt and smooth my hair down, needing to at least look my best. I get the impression that Wesley likes me a lot anyway, and Dad did describe me as his type, but I want to give myself the best shot at getting what I need, whatever it takes.

  But it quickly becomes clear that he isn’t here. No one is answering which means the room is empty. I move up onto my tiptoes and press my ear up against the door, just to check that there isn’t anything secretive going on in there, but nothing…just a ringing silence that wrecks every bit of my plan.

  I tug on the handle, just in case, even though I already know that it won’t be open, but when it doesn’t budge there’s a sense of disappointment filling me anyway.

  I still feel like I need to do something. I don’t feel like I can just leave this opportunity behind because I might never get it again. But what? What can I do that will be enough? I need to grab Wesley’s attention, to make my intentions clear, without doing anything that can damage my reputation. I need him to know that I’m trying to seduce him, without doing anything that can be drawn back to me if anyone else sees it.

  I wander through the building in dismay, trying to find any kind of inspiration, the perfect plan, and then as if by some sort of magic I stumble across it.

  The photocopier.

  It isn’t something that I’ve ever done before, but surely I can somehow use that to create something visual and awesome. Something to spark Wesley’s imagination and to have him panting for me, and if I do it in the right way, he will know that it’s me, and no one else will.

  I move closer, glancing around to check that no one is around, before tugging up my skirt and jumping up on it. I’m going to pull my panties down, and photocopy my butt for him. To other people, this might seem like a silly prank, but to him I think he’ll see the sexy side, and the intent behind it. The best part about it all is the fact that I have a strawberry shaped birthmark right underneath my ass, so if I wear the right clothes tomorrow, he’ll be able to see it.

  I do it quickly, knowing that there are still people around in the building, before grabbing a folder to hide the image in.

  Then with a grin on my face, I walk back to Wesley’s office and slide the file underneath the door. That has to work, it has to get me in there, I’m sure of it. But as I return to my office and I grab my belongings to make my way back to my apartment after another successful day, I can’t stop myself from imagining Wesley’s face as he sees the picture. I find myself wanting him to like it for more than one reason. I know that I shouldn’t, but I’d quite like him to be attracted to me anyway.

  Stop it now! I scold myself. He is the enemy. I don’t want to start falling for this idiot playboy, the one that I swore to everyone I wouldn’t. I don’t even like him, not really… he just has a certain charm. I can certainly understand why all the women fall for him at any rate, and it isn’t just for his good looks and money…it’s because he seems to actually have a surprisingly nice personality too.

  I guess my main problem is that I’ve never gone for the nice guy before. I have only ever fallen for the bad boy, asshole type who only has one thought in his mind…breaking my heart.

  I don’t know what it is that attracts me to the rough looking, idiotic guy who will screw anyone that walks, but they have only ever been the one to get my heart pounding faster.

  It’s a shame, because deep down I do want to fall in love for real, but it’s never going to happen with the sort of guys that I fall for. The leather clad, sexy, aloof, dark guys who make me feel incredible are never going to be the ones who last forever, least of all because of their wandering eyes. They just aren’t the forever types, and they never will be.

  Despite Wesley’s reputation as being just that, I don’t really see that version of him. I think that deep down, he’s a nice guy that’s looking for love too. Maybe, if it wasn’t for the things that had happened between our families, maybe if it wasn’t for the fact that we’re enemies – even if he doesn’t quite realize it – I would actually be considering him seriously. He is very hot, with the whole tall, dark, and handsome thing that he has going on, but of course he’s much more than that too. He’s John Montgomery’s son – the man who ruined my family. I can’t ever see him as anything other than the man who I need to hate.

  Then again, maybe it’s the taboo about it, maybe it’s the fact that we’re enemies that makes me feel things for him. Maybe if that wasn’t the case I wouldn’t even look at him twice.

  Anyway, it doesn’t matter.

  That isn’t why I’m here, that isn’t why I’m trying to seduce him. All I need to do is get in the office, and get what I need to from there, then I can go. Then I can get the hell away from this very confusing nightmare and I can get the fuck on with my life…whatever my life will be.

  I’m doing it, Dad, I think, trying to keep my focus. I’ll have it all finished in no time, then, you can have your own life back too. He needs it, after all he’s done for me, this is the least that I can do for him.

  Chapter Six

  Wesley

  I am not looking forward to work today. I’m more than a little hungover after a night out on the booze, and this is the last place in the world that I need to be. I knew that I shouldn’t have drunk too much last night, and usually I don’t when I know that I have to be in the office the next day, but at the moment my emotions are all over the place with regards to Naomi, and I just felt like I needed something to take the edge off.

  However, once I step inside, and I see a brown envelope sitting on the ground beneath me, and it piques my intrigue making me forget the intense throbbing that’s in my head. I already know that it won’t be work because no one leaves me documents in that way, because it all goes through Amber first, so it needs to be something different.

  Unfortunately I left the office early yesterday, so I have no idea who would have been here later to slip this under my door. As I sit in my chair behind my desk, and I open it, my heart starts to beat a whole lot faster. This is a photocopied butt, but definitely not a joke one.

  This is one that has been set aside specifically to turn me on, and boy is it working. It shows a very curvy body, one that has me imagining all kinds of things, and that’s even without seeing the perpetrators’ face.

  Who could have done this? Could it have been Naomi? Or is that wishful thinking? I only assume that it might be because nothing like this has ever happened before, and it’s a new innovative way of getting my attention.

  I run my fingers along the image, stopping on the very distinctive looking strawberry birthmark at the top of this woman’s thigh. That instantly proves to me that it isn’t a woman that I’ve been with before because it’s the type of thing that I would have noticed. I need to know who this is, I need to know if this is Naomi, but I don’t know how I’m going to find out without blatantly looking.

  “Morning, Mr. Montgomery,” Amber grins at me as she walks into the room. “How are you feeling this morning?”

  I notice that she’s wearing a swing skirt, that if she moved in the right way I could probably check out her ass…just to be safe. She has been acting a little jealous about Naomi, which does make me wonder. Maybe, noticing that I like her has sparked something within Amber, and it’s made her realize that she does want me after all…or maybe she just doesn�
��t like being the center of my focus. But how can I find out without being obvious?

  “I’m good,” I reply distractedly, glancing down at her legs. “What do you have for me today?”

  “Well, Chris wants to call another meeting. I think he’s concerned about the overspending of the budget in certain areas at the moment.” She doesn’t need to say it aloud because it’s obvious she means my new PR hire. “So do you want to set a time for that?”

  “Let’s just do it now,” I sigh deeply. “Get it over and done with. I don’t think that I’ll be able to deal with him later, and that droning tone of voice.”

  Amber laughs at this, appreciating my humor a little too enthusiastically, before turning on her heels and leaving me behind. With a deep groan, and one last glace at the images, I make my way into the board room with only one thought on my mind. I don’t care too much about overspending on the budget, especially not if it’s because of that party I asked Naomi to organize, because I did set an impossible task that only throwing a lot of money at it will solve. I just want to know who the birthmark belongs to.

  I get Amber to make everyone drinks while we sit around the table, just in case I can see her bending over at any point, but unfortunately, it doesn’t quite happen. She seems to be pointedly not letting me see, which makes me think even more that it might just be her. For the first time in a very long time, the thought of Amber wanting me doesn’t fill me with joy.

  I’ve wanted her for such a long time, but now that she might just want me back…well it isn’t her that I’m interested in anymore.

  “Well, I disagree with that,” Naomi says sharply, drawing my attention back into the conversation. “I think we do need to spend all of that money, if we want this party to be a success. It wasn’t easy to get the heads of the city hospitals to come at such short notice, but they’ve made some space in their schedule so I really think that we need to put on an amazing bash for them. It might be a small overspend now, but in the end it’ll benefit the company tenfold. It will benefit in the long run.”

  Chris argues back in his very boring manner, which makes me smile a little secretly to myself. At least Naomi can hold her own in this building, that has to say something. The other PR staff I’ve had have been railroaded by accountants, so I’m actually quite pleased. Plus, she’s bringing a new, innovative approach which now seems to be working. We can’t turn our back on that.

  “Let’s just see this as an experiment,” I jump in diplomatically, wanting to please them both. “We will run this party as is, and see what a difference it makes with all the heads of hospitals attending. If, financially, it doesn’t work out, then we will take a different approach next time. Naomi is right, we do need to start thinking a bit more outside the box if we want to grow.”

  She shoots me a grateful grin, and Chris nods sharply, which I decide to take as a good sign. At least they both seem to be in agreement with this one now. I’ve managed to calm things down before they escalated, which is what I’m here for. I just hope that Naomi is right, and this will be a success, because it would amuse me to see Chris brought down a peg or two.

  “Right, well if no one else has any business, I think it might be time to get back to work.”

  A low hum of noise sets up about the room as everyone gathers up their belongings and talks quietly among themselves about work. I glance over to where Naomi is, noticing that she isn’t making much effort to move, which has me doing the same. It’s quite clear that she’s waiting to speak to me, and that excites me a whole lot. Sure, she might just be stopping to tell me more about the party, but even if there’s the small chance that she’s going to confess to the pictures and solve the mystery for me, then I really want to hear it.

  “Is everything alright?” I ask, while the others filter from the room. “Can I do anything for you?”

  “Yes, I just wanted to ask you some catering questions…”

  I can instantly tell that this is an excuse. That’s the sort of thing that she’s more than capable of dealing with all by herself.

  “I just want to know if I need to include gluten free and vegan food, because it’ll cost a lot more. I don’t want to upset the accountings team anymore.”

  “That’s fine, it’s much better to be safe than sorry. You don’t want to offend any guests by not catering to their specific needs.”

  “You’re right,” she sends me a heart-stopping smile, which stirs everything up inside of me again. God, I hope that she sent the pictures, she’s so damn sexy. That chignon she has in her hair, showing off her neck is awesome, that tight shirt she’s wearing is thrilling me to no end, and the red paint on her lips makes me think some very naughty things about her.

  She has me excited for every moment of every day and I cannot see that changing any time soon. Usually, I get bored of woman very quickly, but with Naomi I can’t ever see that happening.

  She stands up, revealing a very short skirt, which has my heart racing with joy, and she moves nearer to me. Time seems to stop as she sways those incredible hips, and the moment she bends down to pick something up, I’m so mesmerized that I almost forget to check her thighs. I almost forget to look to see if that sweet strawberry birthmark is there.

  But then I see it, and everything shifts. The axel that my world is resting on is falling apart. All I can think about is her, and her absolutely incredible body, and the fact that she wants to share that with me. I must be the luckiest guy around.

  Naomi left the pictures for me, which means that she definitely does want me. Now, what am I to do with that information? I know what I want to do, but is that the smart thing? Could I pick her up and throw her across this desk before making hot passionate love to her? Or would that be the worst way to progress things between us? That’s a great way to start a fling, but not something more real.

  “Are you okay?” Naomi asks me with a smirk on her face. She’s testing me, trying to get me to reveal that I’ve seen the pictures, but I’m not going to. Not until I’ve figured out exactly what I’m going to about it all. “Is there anything I can…help you with?”

  “No,” I stand up smiling. “There’s nothing, I think you’re doing a very good job here. I can see that the party is going to be a roaring success.”

  She nods slowly, as if she isn’t quite sure how to take my reaction, which is perfect, and has me grinning to myself. I want to keep her on her toes because I’m pretty sure that will keep her interested in me.

  “I’ll let you get back to it.”

  As I walk back to my office, with a grin plastered across my cheeks, my hangover is long forgotten. It’s as if I’m floating on air, happier than ever, and I don’t want anything to bring me back to Earth with a thump. I lock myself inside for a few moments, just wanting to get lost in my thoughts, and I allow my imagination to run wild as I glance at the picture of her amazing butt once more. I imagine myself pressing her up against the wall and kissing her with all the passion I’m feeling deep inside, I picture myself tasting her, sending wild pleasure racing through her, getting her to toss her head back in ecstasy, and I wonder what it’ll be like to bury myself inside of her.

  Naomi Hayes, you really are something else, I think happily to myself. And I can’t wait until we actually take things there, but I need to take things slower, just for now.

  “Mr. Montgomery, are you there?” Amber calls through the door, using her sweet tone of voice. “I have some things that I need to discuss with you.”

  I slide the pictures back under my desk quickly, not wanting them to be seen by anyone, before standing up to unlock the door. I like the little secret that I have with Naomi, especially as we aren’t even discussing it ourselves yet. It makes it feel even more exciting.

  “Yeah, come in,” I call out half heartedly, trying to get my head back in the business. “Tell me all that I need to know.”

  Chapter Seven

  Naomi

  As I watch the room fill up, my nerves finally start to subside.
This party might have been extremely difficult to plan in such a short time, and with so many other thoughts on my mind, but it actually looks like I’ve done it. Not only have I managed to sort out the canteen for the party, with great food and incredible decorations, the attendance is really high too. I have definitely proven myself, and helped to raise the profile of the company.

  I just can’t wait for Wesley to get here and see it. I want him to know that I am actually worthwhile and that I can be good at this job, especially with the trouble that I’ve been having with Chris recently. Him and his stupid budget complaints, honestly what a nightmare.

  I can’t wait for him to see me either. I have on a long black, figure hugging dress that I hope will turn him on. Ever since I sent him those pictures, he’s been giving me lingering looks and I can’t wait to see where that will lead me. I’m excited about the thought of getting into his office, and for more reason that one. I know why I’m really here, and I know what I’m doing, but the more I spend time with Wesley, the more I want to know what he’s like in bed…it’s just intrigue though, nothing else, I’m sure of it.

  I sip my fourth glass of champagne nervously, glancing around to see if he’s here yet, when another powerful thought strikes me. My Dad should be here. He helped to start this company, he gave them the boost that they needed to become recognized and taken seriously, and he’s pushed out. My Dad is such a nice man who will do anything for anyone, so this is even worse. Even if John didn’t want him back anymore, for whatever petty reason, Wesley could have overturned that decision when he died.

  I pull out my phone, ready to send my Dad a text to tell him that the party is up and running, and that everything is going well, but before I get the opportunity to, I’m interrupted by Wesley making his grand entrance. He stalks through the door waving at everyone in turn in such an overdramatic gesture that I can’t help but laugh and roll my eyes. He seems to have this way that draws people in, and that makes you not want to hate him…well, except for me but that’s because I have a powerful reason to.