The CEO's Trio ~ Nine

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*in the midst of editing, very messy. Apologies x

Chapter 9| Meeting new people.

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Picture this: You've just got out of the shower, you're butt naked. You walk into your bedroom and your boss is standing there.

"Mr Reynolds!" I exclaimed, grabbing my towel and quickly wrapping it around my body, "What brings you here? Into my bedroom?" I questioned playing with my hair that had now shrunk.

"Need some help." He held up his tie, "I just can't seem to get it today."

"Oh, alright." I walked towards him and stood up my tip toes, throwing the tie around his head so that it touched the back of his neck. I pulled him closer to me, and began to tie the tie. I soon realised our closeness and took a step back, biting my lip.

"Don't do that." He muttered, glancing at my lips and licking his own.

"Do what?" I asked looking up at him again, but this time he didn't make eye contact.

"Bite your lip." He replied shortly, tucking in his shirt. God, he looked so good.

"Why?" I asked disobeying him and biting my lip, he turned away and then I realised why. I, Rylee Jordan, was turning him on. Who would've thought, maybe I am secretly peng.

"Please just stop." He pleaded, as he turned around to go, then he muttered something under his breath that was truly life changing. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

Well Mr Reynolds, you don't know what you're doing to me.

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"Dada! Dada!" Oliver chanted, banging his fists on his high chair.

"Yeah, I want to go and see daddy." Olivia agreed, playing with her lunch.

"No, your dad, is working. He can't have any distractions." I shook my head, taking a bite of the peanut butter sandwich that I had made myself.

"But Carrie lets us." Olivia protested, "And she's not even our nanny."

"Well I'm not Carrie and I say no. Or well I atleast have to ask him." I shrugged.

"But daddy likes surprises, he'll be happy to see me and Ollie. Not you." She replied honestly, while smirking, "He doesn't like you."

I rolled my eyes, ignoring her comment, "You know what, why not? We need to get out of the house anyway."

"Hurray!!" Olivia yelled waving her hands in the air with Oliver copying her making Olive watch them in awe.

"First you have to finish eating, then Oliver and Olive have to take their nap and then we can go." I added hastily, watching as both of their facial features fell.

"No nap!" Oliver yelled, hitting his fist against the iron high chair.

"I knew it was too good to be true." Olivia muttered storming out of the kitchen and slamming the door loudly behind her. She always threw temper tantrums when she didn't get her way.

I looked down to where Olive's mouth was open and her lips were turned up into her first smile. She flaunted her gumless mouth as she continued to beam at me.

She was smiling at me! Finally she was showing some sort of emotion!

I smiled back at her, my body shaking with excitement, babies usually don't smile at me, so this is definitely new.

"Hey baby," I cooed, stroking her face.

"Hurry up Nanny." Olivia snapped sticking her head in through the open door and ruining our nice moment, "I want to go see Daddy!"

"Coming, coming." I rolled my eyes and looked back down at Olive who was no longer smiling.

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After I had packed the baby bag, and filled it up with everything the babies would need to keep them entertained and comfortable, for our long walk to Reynolds.

Walking was always so much fun, it gave me time to think and the babies the fresh air and exercise that they needed.

I hoped Mr Reynolds wouldn't be angry that we were showing up uninvited, but then again there were his kids and they wanted to see him and maybe I wanted to see him, just a little bit though.

I wondered if things would be awkward after this morning, I mean he basically just admitted he was attracted to me.

"Olivia." I called, banging on her bedroom door, "If you want to see your dad before he has to work again, then we better get a move on."

"One sec." She opened the door and came out of her bedroom, dreassed fairly nicely for a four year old. I hadn't expected her to be able to do it by herself, but she was full of suprises.

"Took you long enough." I rolled my eyes, and picked up Oliver, placing him in his pushchair. I decided on carrying Olive, since she was easier.

I placed a blanket over Oliver's legs as he rested in his pushchair, snuggling his cars plushie.

We left the apartment quicker than normal and went on our way. I knew Reynolds wasn't that far from the house, because I'd notice that sometimes Mr Reynolds would walk to work, but strangely always return home in a car.

"Are we almost there yet?" Olivia asked for the fifth time that minute, as we crossed the road.

"No." I replied, slowing down, so I wouldn't wake Oliver.

Disrupting a babies nap could mess up their whole sleep schedule, as they could sleep for less and get tired later on, when they aren't supposed to sleep.

"There it is!" Olivia exclaimed, pointing to the large building, with 'REYNOLDS' hanging on it in big and bold gold font.

We walked towards the building, Olivia clutching onto the pushchair as we crossed the road again.

Then out of nowhere a black car came speeding in my directions, almost knocking over the buggy.

I furrowed my eyebrows, glaring at the careless driver. Clearly his sunglasses are too dark, if he can't see people crossing the road.

"Finally. My feet hurt, walking just isn't for me." Olivia began hopping from one foot to the other as we entered the building.

As we walked into the building, memories began whizzing through my mind. I remebered walking in here less than two months ago, so nervous for my art interview.

Now I'm a nanny, isn't it so strange how things work out.

"Hi." I greeted the receptionist, "We're here to see Mr Reynolds."

"Sebastian Reynolds or Robert Reynolds?" She asked, setting up the iPad, that was going to take a picture of me.

"Sebastian. These are his children." I explained, pointing to the kids.

"Ahhh. Say Cheese." This time I actually looked down and smiled at the device, hoping my picture would come out nice.

She hadn't me the badge holder with my picture.

Rylee Jordan. Childminder.

"He's not busy right? I don't want to interrupt anything." I asked and she raised an eyebrow.

"...Uh well. You're never to busy for your own kids, right?" She laughed awkwardly, "He's nothing doing anything.. significant right now, so you'll be fine. Room 12-09."

So many floors, what did he use them all for.

I followed her directions to the elevator and clicked on the button despite Olivia's protests.

Sadly we weren't alone, the man that almost ran us over was there.

"Sorry about before." He apologized quietly, "It wasn't planned or anything. I just didn't see you."

"Just next time watch where you're going."

He nodded, reading my name tag, "Alright, Miss Rylee Jordan, the childminder. I'm Julian Ricci, a driver. I work here."

"Oh, that's cool. Probably explains the uniform, although the driver that brought me here a few months back, wasn't dressed like you are." I pondered, admiring his uniform.

"Things change love, anyway, I'm a junior driver. Our uniform is different, nicer if I do say so myself." He brushed out his uniform.

The elevator stopped and we stepped out leaving Julian Ricci in the lift by himself. He smirked and waved, as the doors closed and he continued going up.

"What a creep." Olivia muttered, rolling her eyes as we walked down the hallways, reading all the signs that had the door numbers. Looking for Mr Reynolds 12-09.

Outside the room 12-09, there was a desk and on that desk, sat a young lady with ginger hair that was tied into a bun, and earphones in her ears.

She looked up when she was me standing there and took one earphone out.

"Do you need something?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah we want to see our daddy. So move." Olivia demanded, losing her patience.

"What she meant to say, is that we're here to see Mr Reynolds, they're are his kids." I explained, once again pointing to the kids.

"Did Aggie send you up?" She asked raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"I'm not really sure. Is he busy? We can come back later."

"Well why don't you see for yourself?" She moved her chair, giving only me, space to walk in. The look in her eye was taunting, are they messing with me?

I opened the door, and closed it almost instantly. I couldn't get the image out of my head, but the only thing I learned was that I was never coming back here again!

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Short, sorry x