How To Wife Your Nanny A Billionaire Single Dad Romantic Comedy- Melinda Minx Page 0,32

another woman was drinking, “but just a few drops of liquor. Got it?”

The waiter nodded.

“Don’t drink anymore vodka,” I whispered to her. “I need you sober.”

“What for?”

“I’ve lost Chance. You’re the only one who can win him over now.”

“Me?”

Chance was flirting with Anya, and she was finally laughing at him and ignoring me. I got the feeling that as soon as Lacey showed interest in him, it had made him suddenly more attractive to her. Anya was just that kind of woman.

“I know you feel weird about how much I’m paying you,” I said, my voice still low, “if you got Chance to sign on with us for his next book, you’d have earned your million, and then some.”

“So you’re going to give me a raise?” she asked, smiling.

Fuck, my hand was still on her waist. I didn’t want to let go, but I needed to keep off her so that Chance felt like his dick was bigger than mine.

I let go and poured everyone another shot. Everyone but Lacey.

Soon I was really pumping the vodka into Chance. Anya was drinking like a fish too, so I ordered another bottle after we’d downed the first one.

My whole face felt hot from the vodka. I was never exactly a lightweight, but ever since Naomi came into my life, I’d barely drunk.

Now that I was getting drunk though, my inhibitions—which already had not been very high—were totally gone.

I looked down at Lacey in that tight little minidress, and the way her thigh looked, and I just reached down and put my hand on it. This way I could touch her without Chance noticing.

She was deep in conversation with Chance at that point about some space wizard spell, and she only stopped to look down at my hand on her for a brief moment. She looked from my hand on her thigh up to my face, and rather than looking embarrassed or annoyed, she just smiled wide at me. Her glassy eyes glimmered in the dim red light of the bar, and her tongue ran across her lips. They were wet. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. We only looked at each other for a brief moment, but it felt so much longer. She broke eye contact with me and started faking a laugh as Chance told a bad joke.

After a few more seconds though, I felt her hand touch mine, and she pulled on my hand a little bit.

At first I thought she was pulling my hand away, but just as I started to let her leg go, she tugged hard. She tugged my hand up, until it rested even further up her thigh.

My cock went hard as a South African diamond mine. My eyes rolled back in my head.

Even though Chance was worth tens of millions of dollars, I wanted nothing more than to just leave him here with his Russian woman and vodka, and take Lacey back to bed with me.

The only thing that stopped me from doing that was fear of breaking the spell of this moment. I was right next to her, with my hand on her thigh. Her soft skin was warm in my hand, and my thumb was pressing into the meat of her inner thigh. I was rubbing her gently now, and I wanted to wait. I wanted this to be a slow burn.

I also wanted to see if Lacey could really do this. Could she get one of our most annoying, stubborn, and difficult clients to sign another contract with us? If she could—in my mind at least—she’d have earned much more than a million dollars of real value to me.

When I offered her a million to be Naomi’s nanny and publish more books, it wasn’t really charity. The thing is, it didn’t just matter what I personally thought about the situation. To me, anything that made my daughter even marginally more happy was basically priceless. A million bucks for Naomi to get to have her favorite author be her nanny and write her more books? Totally worth every fucking penny. The problem was, it wasn’t just about what I thought. It was about what Lacey thought, and what everyone Lacey knew thought. And what everyone I knew thought. What did it look like when I paid my nanny such a huge chunk of cash...and then slept with her?

If she could close this deal with Chance though, then I could convince her—truthfully—that she had generated millions of dollars for my company. The pressure