Billionaire's Babysitter: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 20) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Billionaire's Babysitter

  Anna

  Cole

  Extended Epilogue

  Cocky CFO

  BILLIONAIRE’S BABYSITTER

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 20

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Billionaire's Babysitter

  1. Anna

  2. Cole

  3. Anna

  4. Anna

  5. Cole

  6. Anna

  7. Anna

  8. Anna

  9. Cole

  10. Anna

  11. Cole

  12. Cole

  13. Anna

  14. Cole

  15. Anna

  16. Cole

  17. Anna

  18. Anna

  19. Cole

  20. Cole

  21. Anna

  22. Anna

  Epilogue. Anna

  Epilogue. Cole

  Extended Epilogue

  Cocky CFO

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2017 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  BILLIONAIRE’S BABYSITTER

  Cole: My brother and his wife are KIA in Afghanistan and suddenly I’m a single dad to five-year-old Benjamin. He’s a great kid, but he’s also a terror on two wheels. When he literally runs into the neighbor girl with his bike, she straightens out his bad behavior on the spot. I know immediately I’ve found my babysitter, and my gut tells me I’ve found a whole lot more.

  I may have made billions in foreign exchange, but when I exchange the single life for a night in with her, everything changes.

  Anna: My dad’s best friend is suddenly the single dad next door. I wasn’t expecting I’d be expecting anytime soon, but when I babysit Benjamin for the first time my motherly instincts kick in and I realize there are different ways to have a child…but will the breathtaking billionaire next door be the only one who is thrust into parenthood, or will his child become my child too?

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  CHAPTER 1

  Anna

  The worst week of my life continues.

  It was just last month that I proudly wore my cap and gown. I graduated from NYU’s prestigious Stern School of Business with a degree in finance. NYU is only sixteen minutes away from Wall Street, and it’s one of the top five universities in the country for my major. My grades were good. I had networked like crazy for four years, even bypassing on spring break in order to gain real world experience, whatever that means. I was sure I was going to get a good job right away.

  The real world was a lot tougher than my professors led me to believe. Data and behavioral science computer programs were in vogue on Wall Street now. Why hire humans when they could just buy a couple of machines to crunch numbers round the clock?

  I was up to my ears in student loan debt. Even with my scholarship, part-time job, internship, and living way outside the city and commuting in every day, it still wasn’t enough. The cost of education was rising and I had no job prospects in sight.

  I moved back in with my dad in Los Angeles. It was embarrassing, but I had no other options. The headhunter I was working with in Irvine had lined up an interview for me at Pacific Investment Management Company, commonly known as PIMCO, in Newport Beach. Sounds great, right? Well, it is. That’s why nine hundred and twelve people showed up to interview for three spots. I was competing against graduates from Harvard, Stanford, and the like. The odds weren’t exactly in my favor.

  Even if a miracle did occur and I got the job it would be months before I started. The hiring process at these big firms drags out forever. Round after round of interviews. Just when you think you’re about to finally get an offer you get that, “There’s one more person we need you to see.” Of course that’s often the senior level VIP whose son or daughter is competing against you for the job.

  I turn the corner to the street I live on and prepare to give my dad the bad news. If the student loans weren’t bad enough, he maxed out his credit cards this last semester just to make sure I got my diploma on time. I love him so much and I could never thank him enough for what he did, but there’s one thank you I’m sure he wants more than any other…me to find a job.

  But all I can think about now is taking a hot bath before I login to my monster.com account and start job hunting into the early morning hours again.

  I take my foot off the pedal of my Honda Civic and prepare to turn into my driveway, except I can’t. Some jerk has parked his Maserati along the curb, but the front is a foot or two into our driveway. I’m not a good driver to start with, and there’s not much room to maneuver on our one-way street. To make matters worse Mister Moneybags probably won’t take too kindly to me scratching up his shiny new Italian sports car, and I sure can’t afford for my car insurance payments to go up if I ding him by accident.

  I coast down the block until I see it, a tiny spot that takes me a solid three minutes to pull into. My bumper is sticking out a little, but it will have to do for now.

  I grab my briefcase and get out of my car. I’m angry, frustrated, and in a hurry to get inside so I can draw that bath. I just finished my time of the month, but for some reason I’m still super emotional. I hope I can make it inside before the tears start to fall.

  I step onto the sidewalk in my high heels and immediately I feel something hit me h
ard from the side. I’m falling fast and the next thing I know I’m face down in someone’s lawn eye to eye with the grass.

  I grab for my forearm that I used to break my fall. It hurts, but it’s not broken. I open and close my eyes a few times quickly to shake the cobwebs loose. Lying next to me is a boy and his bike. He’s like a little rubber band, jumping to his feet and throwing his leg over the bar as he prepares to make a quick getaway.

  No you don’t. Not today.

  I lunge forward grabbing the back tire. All the anger of this past week causes a surge of adrenaline. Luckily he hasn’t started pedaling or my hand would be toast.

  He jumps off the bike and takes off running.

  That little shit!

  I rip off the one heel that I’ve still got on and jump to my feet, taking off across the lawn after him.

  CHAPTER 2

  Cole

  “Let me call you right back,” I say, abruptly ending the call.

  From the front porch my eyes catch a beautiful young woman darting across the front yards in the neighborhood until she’s reached mine. What the heck?

  Suddenly she dives forward like a professional athlete. But it’s not a ball she comes up with, it’s Benjamin’s leg as she brings him to the ground with an expert tackle.

  I drop my coffee before shoving open the screen door and closing the distance to them in a rush as I to try and figure out what’s going on.

  She jumps to her feet and grabs him by the arm.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” she says in a raised tone, but not a yell.

  He looks down to the ground. He’s in trouble and he knows it.

  “Where do you live?”

  He turns his head sideways, further away from her glare.

  “Where’s your helmet? You have to have a helmet in California if you’re under eighteen. You could have hurt yourself, or hurt me…worse than you did.”

  His chin is touching his chest by this point. I can see he’s sorry, and as I look up at her I see she’s starting to feel bad for going off on him. He’s always been a rambunctious little guy. He needs to be more careful, for everyone’s sake. I think he got the message.

  “Everything okay here?” I ask, coming to a stop just a couple feet from them.

  She looks up at me, recognizing my presence for the first time. She was so focused on catching him she didn’t even see me running towards them.

  “No!” she says. “I mean yes. It’s under control.”

  What definitely isn’t under control is me. I recognize her instantly. It’s Anna, my best friend Corey’s daughter. I haven’t seen her for years. Last thing I remember she moved away for college, but she’s definitely back in a big way judging by the rapidly growing bulge in my trousers.

  She was just a kid last time I saw her. Seventeen or eighteen I think. It was her high school graduation party, but I spent most of the time outside shooting the breeze with her dad and our buddies. I could definitely use a cool breeze right about now, or anything to help me with my rising temperature.

  Damn! She grew up.

  My eyes are doing everything in their power to scan her entire beautiful body. It’s a tug of war between manners and desire and manners are barely winning. I want to see how she’s filled out. How she’s turned into such a beautiful young woman.

  Her soft, light brown hair is a little shorter than it used to be, but still well past her shoulders. Those baby blues of hers are striking. I never really noticed when she was younger. Most of the time it was just a quick hello or goodbye when I came over to see her dad.

  She’s still breathing hard from chasing Benjamin and her chest is heaving up and down in that crisp white sleeveless blouse that hugs her curves right down to the skirt, which it’s tucked into. Her skirt is navy blue and accentuates those hips of hers just as much as it compliments her eyes, skin tone, and features. I like black, but on her navy blue is definitely the right choice.

  She catches her breath. “Cole? Are you his dad?”

  I still haven’t worked that one out yet. I’m not really sure how to answer that. After what the little guy is going through I want things to be on his terms for a while. I want him to warm up to me. I don’t want to force anything.

  “I’m keeping an eye on him these days.”

  “Oh,” she says, releasing her grip on his arm.

  Benjamin slowly walks away. We watch him as he goes back and picks up his bike from the lawn down the block and pushes it around the back of our house.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, as I notice the grass stain on her blouse.

  “Yeah, I’m okay, but he needs to watch where he’s going.”

  “I’m sorry. I saw you chasing him.”

  “Yeah, he ran into me with his bike, but everything’s okay now.”

  “Nothing broken?” I say, reaching out and taking her forearm in my hand.

  My entire arm twitches the moment I touch her. Her forearm is so tiny in my hand, and her skin so soft. I freeze up for a second, just feeling the electricity between us. I look up and she’s frozen. She’s staring up at me.

  Quick, Cole, pull yourself together.

  I bring my other hand to her forearm and survey the damage.

  “Luckily nothing’s broken,” I say, gently working my fingers across her bones and muscles. “A bruise might appear later.”

  “I’ll be alright,” she says, but I’m clearly not. These last few days turned my world completely upside down. I didn’t think I had any more emotion left in me after what I’d experienced, but here she comes along like a breath of fresh air, shining some light on a very dark time.

  “I’ll be okay.”

  “I’ll call a friend of mine. She’s a doctor, a good one. She can come by and check it out.”

  “It’s okay, really.”

  “I insist. And I’ll take your clothes to my dry cleaner. He’ll have them looking like new, or I’ll take you shopping for some new ones.”

  Slow down, Cole. What has gotten into me? A minute ago she’s straightening out Benjamin and now I’m inviting her to go shopping. I don’t even shop.

  I realize I’m holding her arm longer than I should, but I don’t want to let go. What I really want to do is run my fingertips along that soft skin of hers, but I can’t. Corey would kill me. We’ve been best friends since the first day of Tee-ball ages ago. He was a couple years older than me, and he took me under his wing. He looked out for me. With the way his daughter is affecting me right now I might need looked out for again.

  CHAPTER 3

  Anna

  “How was your interview, honey?” my dad asks the moment I walk through the door. I’m glad he’s interested in my life, but for some reason it just makes me tenser. First I was tense from the bad day I was having, but then Cole came along and put a new kind of tension in me.

  I was going to take a warm bath to de-stress, but now I think that warm bath might be for another reason.

  “It was okay.”

  “Is that good or bad? I can’t tell.”

  “Well, it was good I guess. The problem was there were over nine hundred people for three positions.”

  “So you’ve got a one in three chance.”

  A small smile creeps onto my lips, but doesn’t reach my eyes. I move towards my dad, hugging him. “Thanks for being optimistic, and having faith in me.”

  “I always have faith in you.”

  “I know.”

  “Just show them the Anna we all know and love and they’ll be fighting over each other to hire you.”

  “I wish that were the case. Didn’t really work like that in New York.”

  “That’s New York. You’re back home where you belong now. You know the California culture better than anyone. This is your time to shine.”

  “Thanks, dad,” I say, standing on my tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

  As much as I want to take that bath, now I have something else on my mind that I have to get off. I open the freezer and pul
l out a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream. I consider eating it from the carton, but since this isn’t the middle of the night and I’m not by myself on the couch, I put some in a bowl.

  I’ve almost eaten it all by the time I get to my room and my computer turns on. I’m still confused as to why Cole is next door until Google provides the answer. Kyle and Brandi, Benjamin’s parents, were killed very recently in Afghanistan. I set my ice cream down and feel like crap.

  “Anna,” I hear my dad yell.

  “Not right now dad,” I call back.

  “You have someone here to see you.”

  What in the world? I quickly slip out of my clothes and into something much less formal. I run downstairs and there’s Benjamin sitting in our living room.