My mouth goes dry the second his rich, deep voice travels down the line.
“Um, it’s Tate… I mean, Miss Miller.”
“Hello, Miss Miller.”
Ashley twirls her fingers for me to continue as I shoot her a look of panic.
“I was calling to accept your offer to be Molly’s nanny.”
There’s a pause and I wonder if I should ask if he’s still there.
“You’ll not be Molly’s anything. You’ll bemyemployee, as it states in the contract.”
I’m pretty sure the blood has drained from my face to my feet.
Jesus, he’s so rude.
“You did read the contract, correct?” he clips.
“I can read,” I snap back, unable to stop myself, a newfound sass forming in response to his abruptness. His responding silence has me swallowing my surge of confidence and I curse myself. I really need the money he’s offering. “So do you still require my assistance, or did you fill the position?” I ask, trying to sound more professional.
There’s a pause before he clears his throat.
“The position’s yours, Miss Miller. You can start once your shift ends.”
“Oh…” I widen my eyes at Ashley. “Well, it’s already ended for today and I?—”
“In that case, wait there and my driver will come for you.”
“But—”
I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at the screen.
“What did he say?” Ashley asks.
“He hung up,” I tell her.
What the hell did I just agree to?
9
TATE
I givethe driver an awkward smile as he holds the rear door to the black town car open for me.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Miss Miller.”
I slide into the cool leather interior and cold blue eyes drop over my uniform. His nostrils flare as though it’s personally offended him, and he taps his fingers with impatience against his suit pants where his legs are spread wide. Arrogance clad in a deep blue designer suit.
“Should I put the privacy screen up, Mr. Beaufort?” his driver asks.
His detached assessment of me ceases and he meets his driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror.
“That won’t be necessary, Cliff. Miss Miller has accepted a job offer from me.”
“Ah. Congratulations, and welcome,” Cliff directs to me.
