Page 5 of The Billionaire's Virgin

Chapter Two

Taylor

“Any luck?” Megan asked as she dropped onto the couch.

“Not yet,” I sighed. “And if my current state of unemployment keeps up any longer, I’m going to have to find a nice cardboard box and a clean street corner to call my home.”

“Maitland Crescent is comparatively clean,” Megan said dryly. “Now all we need is the cardboard box.”

I shot her a glare. “That’s helpful.”

Megan laughed. “Don’t worry so much; you’ll find something.”

“I’ve been living in this city for almost a year, Megan,” I pointed out. “I’ve worked three different jobs in that time, none of which allowed me to save a penny and none of which were even in my field. I want to be a teacher, not a waitress or a sales girl or a bartender.”

“Have you checked the private schools in the area?” Megan asked.

“I check obsessively,” I said. “Apparently there’s a hiring freeze with the public schools and the private schools require their teachers to have a master’s to even qualify for an interview.”

“Dang.”

“Yeah.”

“You have a bachelor’s degree.”

“So does everyone else,” I said. “And my degree is from a state college.”

“That shouldn’t matter.”

“But it does,” I said, with frustration.

“Well, maybe you should broaden your horizons,” Megan suggested.

I frowned. “How do you suggest I do that?”

“What is the main thing you’re after with the teaching thing?” Megan asked.

“I want to work one on one with young kids.”

“Exactly.” Megan nodded. “And as baffling as that is to me, there are other jobs that qualify—especially in this city.”

“You’re talking about being a nanny,” I said.

“Why not?” Megan asked. “It’s right up your alley, and I’ve heard that rich families pay a ton for their nannies. Why not dip your toe in the well?”

“I’ve also heard that those parents are really difficult to work with… and so are their children.”

“I thought you liked a challenge?” Megan asked, raising her eyebrows at me.

I smiled. “Touché.”

“Why not give it a shot?” Megan asked. “You have nothing to lose.”

I nodded thoughtfully. Megan had a point. I had been flailing around trying to find a job that I could hold down for longer than a couple of months. I had lived hand to mouth since I was a teenager and I was tired of it. I wanted some security. I wanted a steady paycheck and the comfort of knowing that I could make rent the next month.

“You’re right,” I said, making up my mind. “I have nothing to lose. But…”

“But what?”