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snuck up on me, as he seemed to like to do, just as I was finishing up entering a big batch of returns into the computer.

“Hello, Miss Lacey Larsen!” Naomi said, a little bit too loudly for the adult section of the library.

“Hello,” I said back to her in a whisper.

Noah was with her, of course, just smiling at me. Dimples formed just below his perfect fucking cheekbones, and his straight white teeth gleamed. His masculine scent was intense and overpowering, so even if I avoided looking at him, I could still smell him.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” he said.

I knew he did, but wasn’t exactly sure where this was going to go.

“Business proposal?” I asked.

“Something like that.”

I had my offer ready in my head. I may have felt close to ready to forgive him, but I was going to get my revenge on him either way, now that he wanted something from me.

“I want you to be Naomi’s nanny—”

“One million dollars,” I blurted out.

Wait, what? Nanny?

“What?” he said. “One million dollars to be a nanny? Is that a yearly salary, or is that your hourly rate?”

“I thought…” I stammered. “I thought you were trying to get me to publish more.”

“I’m going to do that too,” he said, “but I thought you’d look at it as some kind of shitty handout attempt and refuse me just to prove some kind of point. Hell, I didn’t know you already had a number in your head.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at me, and a devilish smirk came across his lips. “You greedy little Gobblegurt.”

“I’m sorry, Noah,” I snapped. “I just...you want me to be a nanny?”

He nodded. “And I wanted you to publish more books. Good thing we’re on the same page.”

“I never said I wanted to be a nanny.”

“You don’t want to play with me?” Naomi asked.

“I do!” shouted, too loudly for the grown-up section of the library, “it’s just…I didn’t think that was going to be what we were talking about here. Is this a full-time job?”

Noah nodded. “You know what? You may be a greedy little Gobblegurt, but I like that. How about you sign with me for a package contract.”

“A package contract?”

“Nanny for one year,” he said. “And five new Gobblegurt books.”

“Okay…” I said, considering if I should lower my ridiculous demand of one-million dollars. I mostly just threw that out there to throw him off guard. Maybe he had something in mind like $20,000, but he’d offer me $35,000 instead now.”

“One million dollars,” he said, “for you to do both.”

“Are you shitt—shooting—kidding me? You’re really going to pay me that?”

“It wasn’t a real demand?” Noah said, “In that case we can lower the—”

“No, no,” I said. “I’ll do it! Where do I sign?”

“I’ll have the taro root bubble tea. Hold the bubbles,” I said.

Natalie groaned at me. “It’s bubble tea. If you don’t get the bubbles, it’s just milk tea.”

“The taro root milk tea then,” I said.

We were in Flushing. In Chinatown. It was hot, and even though every little shop had A/C, they all had the windows open, so it did little more than a fan would have.

“Iced,” I added.

We got our drinks.

“Hold the bubbles,” Natalie said, scoffing at me.

“What? I hate those big straws.”

“Who hates big straws? The bigger, the better.”

“It’s like you’re sucking it, and suddenly some big gross goopy thing shoots right down your throat?”

Natalie was grinning at me. A big, evil grin. I heard everything I just said play back in my head, and I slapped her arm. “Get your mind out of the gutter!”

“You should practice sucking that big straw,” Natalie said, “for Mr. Moneybags. I’m sure he’s big.”

I bit my lip and avoided looking at her. I hadn’t told her that I was a millionaire now. Well, I’d signed the contract, but I wouldn’t start getting paid for two weeks. $41,000 every two weeks. More than I made in a year. Every two weeks. I couldn’t fucking believe it.

Natalie was never going to look at me the same once I told her.

“What are you hiding?” she asked me.

“I’m not hiding anything! Come on.”

“You are the worst liar,” she said. “Isn’t there a Gobblegoo or something who doesn’t like lying?”

“Gobblegurt.”

“You fucked the rich guy, didn’t you? Mr. Black?”

“I didn’t.”

“You look so guilty, Lacey, come on!”

“I took a job.”

“With him?”

I nodded. “Nanny for his daughter. And he’s going to publish more of my books.”

“That’s amazing!” she said, shaking me by both arms. “And maybe you can even sleep with him