How To Wife Your Nanny A Billionaire Single Dad Romantic Comedy- Melinda Minx Page 0,25
on its own.
“There,” I said. “We’re using it.”
I smiled up at him, but he was wincing again, and he gripped the edge of the piano to steady himself.
I decided not to ask him if he was okay again, but I gave him a nervous look anyway.
“I’m fine,” he said.
We walked past a few other rooms—all the rooms’ doors were opened up—and eventually we spotted the room with my suitcase in it.
The room was larger than my entire apartment, and every single piece of furniture was ten times nicer than anything I’d ever owned. Even the knobs on the dressers felt expensive.
“You good here?” he asked. “Looks like you have a bathroom, a balcony, everything you could need.”
He pointed around. “Feel free to take a shower now. Get changed. Take two hours to yourself. I’ll play with Naomi until then.”
“Thanks,” I said.
He nodded, and I caught him pause and hold tight onto the door frame as he walked out. He steadied himself for a moment, then shut the door, leaving me alone.
I opened up the suitcase to see what Noah’s assistant had bought me.
I gaped as I took out each item of clothing. Every single piece of clothing looked like it was worth more than my entire wardrobe back home. There were white dresses and big billowing white coats.
I held up a dress that had a sand-colored yellow-and-brown pattern of tiny little triangles all around it. The pattern looked like flannel, but for millionaires, if that was even possible. Oh, it was “tweed,” wasn’t it? That was what this was called. Tweed was rich people flannel. I tried it on. It had like six buttons on the front, but the highest button was below my breasts. Even buttoned all the way up , you could see right between both of my boobs. The sleeves had little white cuffs, and the dress only reached halfway down my thighs. It was something I would normally never wear, but by God I looked awesome in it. I stared at myself in the mirror, and I even turned sideways and stuck my ass out as I lifted the back of my hair up. I struck as many poses as I could think of, and I even grabbed my phone and took some photos.
I wouldn’t post these on Instagram or anything, but I might send a few to Natalie, just to brag a little bit.
Then I checked the closet, and it was full of super expensive shoes.
I knew only had two hours, but I wasted a good thirty minutes trying on all of the best looking outfits. There were outfits ranging from “rich girl eating a casual $150 lunch” to “I just won the Oscar for best actress.” I tried on a little bit of everything, and then I finally took a shower.
When I got out of the shower, I decided to put on the first outfit I tried on, the tweed minidress. It made me feel like I fit in with all of these rich assholes, and it made me feel like a woman too. Maybe like the kind of woman that Noah would actually date rather than just flirt with.
“But I’m not going to date him. Or sleep with him. Or do anything with him,” I said to myself as I combed my hair.
I put my Walmart glasses back on. They ruined the whole package a little bit, but contacts dried my eyes out too much. I’d never been able to stick with contacts, not even for a few hours at a time.
I went into the bathroom to put on my makeup, and there was a fully stocked makeup cabinet with the expensive kind of makeup that those annoying YouTube makeup tutorial girls always got for free, and that I could never afford. I felt like a kid in a candy store, but it’s not like I could put on all this makeup at once, so I settled for this golden-colored eyeliner that looked like something an egyptian goddess would wear. I put it on and took a step back. It went so well with minidress that I wanted to just spin around and giggle to myself. I still had to put some more makeup on though. They didn’t give me a whole bathroom full of expensive makeup not to use it.
I pulled up a YouTube tutorial from one of those women I used to be jealous of, and I followed one of the tutorials step-by-step to make my cheekbones look higher. I tried