Single Dad Billionaire Boss: Clean Romance by Evie Sterling

Author:Evie Sterling [Sterling, Evie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evie Sterling
Published: 2023-09-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

9

Ella

After I left Jacob, I messaged Celia and asked to meet with her first thing in the morning. Then I emailed the private practice and withdrew my application for the job. Even though I knew I was doing the right thing, I tossed and turned all night about my decision.

The next morning, as soon as I dropped off Zoe, I headed straight to the health department and waited in the car for Celia to arrive. At five till eight, she parked beside me and her eyebrows shot up above her sunglasses. She rolled down her window and said, “In a hurry to see me?”

“Yeah,” I said miserably. Celia held up an iced coffee and smiled.

“Just what the doctor ordered,” she said, and I followed her inside. We sat down across from each other at her desk and I took a sip of the iced coffee. Cream and sugar, just the way I liked it, but still, it tasted bitter.

“All right, tell me what’s going on,” Celia said.

“I got an interview for that private practice job I told you about.”

“You didn’t want that job.”

“I know. I cancelled.”

Celia waited like the pro she is and let the silence stretch out until I told her.

“I didn’t want to give up nannying for Zoe. The pay is way less and the office is near Union Square. Rich, snobby patients.”

“So, what’s the problem then?”

“My boss. When I told him I had this interview, he asked me to stop looking for another job and stay on as nanny at least until school is out in May.”

“Is that something you want?” Celia asked.

“Yeah, but it’s not just that.”

Again, Celia waited patiently until I cracked under the weight of the silence. I sipped my coffee and put the cup down on her desk.

“I told you about the binder, right?”

Celia smiled. “The dad’s OCD bible, yes. Other than the peanut allergy, you said Zoe didn’t have special medical needs or anything like that, so I smell a control freak.”

“Basically, yeah, but I think he’s overprotective because her mom died.”

“And thus, the binder of doom?” Celia asked, and I shrugged. “Yeah, I’m not sure either how that kind of micromanaging is healthy for her,” she added.

“The binder is more for him, really. It’s like a security blanket—reassurance that whoever takes care of his daughter can meet her needs. What’s weird, though, is Zoe isn’t restricted from having fun. You would think somebody that overprotective wouldn’t encourage her to climb up the big treehouse thing in his office. Kid’s actually pretty brave. Jacob didn’t even mention the dangers of the slippy slide I got for the backyard.”

“I broke my collarbone on one of those when Molly was four. I hate those things.”

“Ouch,” I said. “But the thing is, Ceel, Jacob doesn’t forbid her to go to the trampoline place or swimming or anything you’d think of as risky. He took her to a trapeze class a few weeks ago, and she is excited for this ski trip they do every Christmas.

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