The Billionaire's Baby Mama
Dante said, and it was obvious he was trying not to let his displeasure show.
“Yes.” I nodded. “I won’t take my eyes off her, she won’t cause trouble, I won’t leave her alone with the boys and she will be gone immediately she’s done helping me.”
“Good,” he said, taking a small sip of his coffee. “And I hope you don’t mind. I took the liberty of asking Eve, one of my friends’ little sister, to babysit the boys.”
“Why?” I crinkled my nose.
What did we need a babysitter for?