Those Three Words: A Single Dad, Billionaire Boss Romance(25)

MARGOT





I can hear my heartbeat in my ears.

It sounds like rushing water. It feels like my heart is about to beat out of my chest.

I watch as Mr. Hayes walks out of his office calmly like he didn’t just say the most delicious and cryptic statement to me.

I wait a moment till I know he’s most likely upstairs in Eleanor’s room before I dart out of his office and run up the stairs and down the hall to my room. I shut my door and lean against it.

“Oh my God.” I giggle before running and launching myself onto my bed.

I lie back, closing my eyes and replaying his words from tonight and the other night in the pantry over and over in my head. I fantasize about him losing control. I reach down and unbutton my jeans, sliding my hand into my panties. Wetness is already pooling. I pull my fingers out and see they’re coated in my desire.

Suddenly the realization that while this is exciting, tempting, and so deliciously naughty—the possibility of an illicit affair with my boss—it could also end in disaster. Instantly, questions pop up in my brain one after the other.

What happens after? Does he fire me? Get bored with me? Does he do this with every nanny?

That last question has my stomach in knots but I push them out. I slide my jeans and panties down my thighs and close my eyes, images of Mr. Hayes’ face between my thighs taking over as I pleasure myself.

It only takes me a few moments before my back is arching off the bed and a thin sheen of sweat breaks out across my skin. My legs tremble as I bite my lip, trying not to say his name over and over as I come.





It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, my day off. My phone buzzes with a text from Shelly letting me know she’s on her way to the coffee shop. I tap out a reply and hit send as I grab my keys and wallet and make my way downstairs.

Me: Leaving now. See you in thirty.

After I arrive and we settle at a table with our food, Shelly says, “So how are things going over at Wayne Manor? I need to come see that place.” Shelly takes a bite of her donut, glaze clinging to her lips as she rolls her eyes back in her head. “Oh God, that’s good.”

“You and that donut seem to be on an intimate level.” I laugh. “Speaking of, how are things with your new plan? Karter with a K still trying to weasel his way back into your panties?”

“Ugh. I swear it’s like the moment men know that you’re happy without them and you’ve made the decision to focus on yourself, they send you a text. It’s like there’s a fuck-boy beacon that goes off, sending a signal straight to their little shrimp dick the moment we are happy.”

“Sooo, I take that as a yes?” She nods her head. “And did you let him?”

She avoids my gaze, instead taking another bite of her donut before hanging her head.

“You did! Shelly.”

“I knoooow, but I was lonely. And even though he’s an asshole, the dick is… okay.”

I shake my head and swallow down my bite of donut. “It’s just familiar dick; that’s why it seems okay. Okay dick isn’t worth feeling like shit after; that’s only reserved for spectacular, firework, life-changing, back-breaking dick. The kind that leaves your head swimming for days.”

She raises a curious eyebrow at me. “Are you experiencing this kind of dick or something?”

“No.” I quickly shake my head but I can feel myself blushing. Shit.

“Spill,” she demands, placing both hands on the table and leaning forward.

“There’s nothing to spill.”

“Is it him? Bruce Wayne?”

I wave my hand like her suggestion is insane and stuff an entire half of a donut into my mouth just to avoid answering.

“Oh my God. I was kidding, but it is, isn’t it? You’re sleeping with your boss?” Her hand darts to cover her mouth and she gasps loudly like I just told her I know where a body is buried.

“Calm down.” I reach over and pull her hand from her mouth. “First of all, no, I am not sleeping with him, and second, that was a bit of an overreaction.” I take a sip of my coffee. “But—”

“Oh my God, there’s a but!” I give her another look that says calm the hell down because people are staring and she looks around before letting out a long breath. “Sorry, carry on.”

“Okay, so he’s very intimidating and moody, pretty sullen. Honestly, most of the time, it feels like he’s annoyed with me. I’m either screwing up by adopting a kitten or—”

“What?”

I shake my head. “Story for another time. Or it feels like he’s annoyed with the amount of questions I ask him regarding Eleanor, his daughter, or when I try to make small talk. I have caught him looking at me before.”

“Looking as in?”

“Like I’m an actual human, a woman. A little lingering side-eye action.”

“Ohhh,” she squeals.

“So anyway, the other night I couldn’t sleep so I went to get a snack in the pantry and he had the same idea I guess because he scared me, and then he put his hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming and then—” I raise my hands for emphasis. “He put his hand on my throat and lifted up the edge of my shirt, revealing my underwear.”

Shelly’s mouth drops open.