“If you find the facts of your life insulting, that is your problem, not mine,” he says. “I’m making you a generous offer. I don’t need a woman in my life, but that doesn’t mean there wouldn’t be benefits to having one around. I’m offering you the opportunity to live here and take on that role.”
“You’re offering me what role?” I drop my voice like I’ll be less mortified if I say it in a whisper. “I’m not going to be a live-in call girl. If you want s*x, you can get it somewhere else.”
Finally, at long last, Timofey’s mouth twists into a smirk. It’s barely there, just a ghost of a smile, but it’s there. Of course it only happens when he’s laughing at me.
“You’d be a live-in nanny. To Benjamin,” he adds slowly. “The option of a promotion is never off the table, though. Work hard and who k
