Page 6 of The Billionaire's Virgin

“Where do I start looking?”

“I have a friend who used to do the whole nanny gig a few years ago,” Megan told me. “You want to speak to her?”

“I would actually.” I nodded eagerly.

Megan whipped out her phone and read me a number. I dialed it in on my phone. “Okay.” I nodded. “It’s ringing. What’s her name?”

“Ashley.”

As Megan got up off the sofa and walked to the kitchen to grab a snack, I heard the line connect. “Hello?”

“Hello, Ashley?”

“Speaking?”

“My name is Taylor,” I introduced. “I got your number from Megan. I was interested in looking into a nanny position, and Megan mentioned that you used to be a nanny.”

“Oh, sure,” Ashley said, catching on. “You want to know how it works?”

“More like… I want to know about your experience,” I clarified.

“Well, I did it for about a year right after I graduated from college,” Ashley explained. “They were this rich family who lived in the Upper East Side… the Fletchers. He owned like ten massive companies and traveled a lot, and she was… well, she ran a lot of charities. They had two kids: Aaron and Francine.”

“How old were they?”

“They were both eight: twins.”

“Right.” I nodded.

“The best thing about this kind of job is the pay,” Ashley told me. “The Upper East Side families want the very best for their kids, and they feel that the best way to measure love is through money. I was able to pay off most of my student loans with the money I made off of that job.”

“Wow, okay,” I said. “That sounds great and everything, but I’m guessing there are pitfalls to this job too.”

“Well, you are taking on this huge responsibility,” Ashley continued. “You’re looking after someone else’s child. And if anything at all goes wrong, it’s your head on the chopping block. And keep in mind that you’re the one spending the most time with these kids. I was with Aaron and Francie far more than their parents were.”

“How were the kids?”

“Spoiled rotten, as you would expect,” Ashley explained. “You have to get around them, you have to become their friend, and most importantly, you have to know how to bribe them. Because without some sort of leverage, they control your life.”

I cringed. “That sounds… a little more than I can handle.”

“You just have to be crafty,” Ashley said. “Trust me: it’s worth the money.”

“Why did you quit?” I asked, realizing that she had mentioned that she had only stayed in that position for a year.

“Because I hate kids,” Ashley admitted bluntly. “I hated looking after the Fletcher twins; in the end, once I’d saved up enough money I decided to just get out before I ended up murdering one of those little turds.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Uh, okay,” I said because I didn’t know what to say.

“They will want to know that you’re educated though,” Ashley said. “They don’t just hire anyone to look after their kids.”

“I have a degree…”

“In what?”

“Child development and education.”

“Fuck… then you’re perfect for this kind of position,” Ashley said. “They’ll lap it up.”