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What a good darling.
Dusting invincible dirt off my pants, I tip-toed outside.
“Evie!” A high-pitched sound scratched my eardrum as soon as I held the phone to my ear.
“Emma!” I mimicked with a hiss.
She paused before saying. “If you’re trying to mimic me, then you've got it wrong.”
“Nope. I'm just trying to make you hear what screeching sounds like. What’s up?”
She huffed. “Ugh, whatever. I just called to tell you that you actually saved my relationship. I cut it off with the other twin and told my boyfriend. He was angry and still hasn't completely gotten over it, but we’re navigating it together.”
“I'm glad you took the right path, Emma.”
“You know I might not have listened to you, but I looked up the Spanish saying. He who does it pays for it. I didn't want to pay for shit.”
A small laughter escaped my lips. “Typical Emma.”
She huffed again. “Say, you haven't given the complete gist about your workplace.”
“What more do you want to know, Emma? That's all there is.”
“I want to know how you’re suddenly in New York and how the fuck you got into Thorne industries.”
I peered over my shoulders at Sophie. She was still in the same position.
“Well, he and my father are friends, so I just kinda ended up here.”
“Lucky bitch,” she snickered.
I started to walk away from the playroom. “Well, I'm also his daughter’s nanny.” I stopped at that. It was out of line to violate my client’s confidentiality.
“So, you stay in his house?!”
I pulled the phone away from my ear. I was pretty sure I'd be partly deaf by the end of this call. “Easy, Emma.”
“You're living in the same house with the most successful billionaire in New York, and you expect me to be quiet?”
My irises touched my forehead from how far back I rolled them. “Chill girl. Plus, it's not roses and sunshine like you think.”
“Girl, please.” She made a weird, sputtering sound with her lips, I’m sure. “He’s like the sexiest forty-two-year-old I've seen in my entire existence. Maybe he’s muscles and orgasms instead.”
I immediately interrupted her snicker. “That's so not it. Plus, how do you know his age?”
“Duh, the internet. Plus, what's not it?”
Right… the internet. Tell me why I never thought of searching for him. Maybe because I didn't need it?
“I'm here for work, not to have orgasms with my boss.”
Yeah, right. Who was I kidding?
When I heard a light-clattering sound, I turned to see Joseph passing. I quickly made a silent prayer that he didn't hear me.
One day, Emma would implicate me.
“His wife is dead. I see no reason why you can't indulge...”
