The Billionaire's Nanny

SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! I'M FREAKING LATE AGAIN!
The manager will definitely have me for dinner if he comes to know I'm late again. I change hurriedly into my waitress uniform and shove my leggings and sweater in the staff locker. My car broke down on the way, and I had to wait for Leo, my best friend, to help. Tying my apron around my waist, I quickly get to task, trying to avoid the manager's watchful eyes.
I take orders quickly, trying to make up for lost time. My eyes land on a man reading a magazine at a table. 'Black's Interior. Straight trash,' I mutter to myself, not realizing he heard me. He lowers the magazine, revealing striking green eyes, black hair, and a dark business suit. He's handsome, but definitely not someone I expected to talk to today.
