The Billionaire's Nanny

The planetarium

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of my alarm the next morning. I had barely gotten enough sleep, which could explain why my eyes were still heavy and sleep-filled. The lack of proper rest was probably due to the unfamiliar environment or the conversation I had heard last night. I had so many questions I wanted to ask, but I had to keep them to myself. If they did not tell me about it, it meant I had no business with it, and I was not going to poke my nose into their matters.

I was tempted to go back to bed and sleep for at least one more hour, but I knew that was a bad idea. The last thing I wanted was to wake up late on my first day.

As the rays of the sun filtered into my room through the open window, I dragged myself out of bed and jumped into the shower. I was still a little sleepy, but it's nothing a shit ton of coffee can not fix.

Usually, I only needed a few things for a bath, and I had forgotten to pack a few things like my shampoo and moisturizer, but this bathroom was not only well furnished, it had everything I could possibly need for a bath. Bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and moisturizers lined up on the counter next to the sink. Mia did say she was going to prepare for my arrival.

After taking a bath, I dried my hair and did two simple braids on my black hair. Since it was a Saturday, I threw on a black pair of leggings, and a white large shirt that reached my thighs and had the words Havard printed on it. This was my favorite look, easy to create, and super comfortable. I was the kind of girl that would choose a pair of jeans over dresses any day, and I only wore skirts when I had to look professional and girl-like. Dresses were a once in a blue moon thing for me. I would choose sneakers over heels any day, bare face over make up. Some called me a tom-boy, but it didn't matter because that was who I was.

Giving myself a quick glance in the mirror, I headed out of my room and went downstairs.

When I came out of the elevator, it was still very quiet, with not even one soul in sight. Weird. I checked the time on my phone to see that it was almost eight, but no one had come out yet.

Maybe I woke up too early. I walked to the kitchen to make some coffee to start my day, but I was completely unprepared for the sight that greeted me.

Lucas stood next to the refrigerator, holding a jar of pickles. But it was not the pickles that caught me off guard, he was only in a pair of grey sweatpants, his golden tanned skin exposed. My gaze swept through his muscled torso, down to his defined abs going down and tracing the hairy v-shaped line leading beneath his white underwear sticking just above the sweatpants.

He looked even better than my dream pictured him. In fact, my dream did not even do enough justice to this man standing in front of me. For the second time, how can one person possess such good looks, and still be so intimidating and fucking rich at the same fucking time? How unfair.

"Oh, good morning," he said in a gruff voice as he noticed me standing by the door.

"Um.." I stuttered, "good morning Mr. Lucas," I replied and walked inside.

"You're up early," he said without looking at me as he put the jar of pickles on the counter.

"You're up too," I shot back, not meaning to sound so defensive.

"I am," he said simply and brought out some bread from the fridge.

Thankfully, the coffee maker sat on the other side of the counter, so I did not have to bother to ask him where it was. For the next few minutes, we worked in silence, with him making a sandwich, and me making coffee. Although I could not see him with my back facing him, I could feel his boring gaze on me. From time to time, I casually turned back, and he quickly averted his gaze.