Babysitting the Billionaire's Twin novel Chapter 5

Autumn's Point of View

After the guard incident, we made our way to the elevator. I pushed the stroller inside the elevator and stopped outside it.

Sir Jaxon raised a brow in confusion, “What are you doing? Get in.”

I shook my head and smiled shyly. “I'm wet. I don't want to mess up the elevator as well.”

He chuckled. “Such a caring heart, but I don't mind. You're my children's caretaker, after all.”

“But, Sir Jaxon . . . .” As I was about to protest, he looked me straight in the eye, which stopped me to continue what I was about to say.

“This is my company. You follow what I say. Now, get in,” he reasoned and made a hand gesture for me to get in quickly. I'm soaking wet. Water started dripping from my clothes down to the elevator floor.

This is so embarrassing.

His children on the stroller were reaching for me, but I moved away. “No, sweeties. My clothes are still wet, and I can't carry you guys. I might spread sickness.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Sir Jaxon's lips move up, but when I looked at him, he's back with his stone-cold expression.

Was it just my imagination?

The elevator door dinged. I pushed the stroller out. Sir Jaxon was walking right behind me.

“Let's go to my office,” he ordered, and of course, I nodded.

When we entered his comfort zone, he carried his children to the sofa and loosened his necktie.

The children, I assume, felt the warm comfort of the room because the heater was turned on, which made them sleepy.

I shivered and hugged myself, I got soaked in the rain in exchange for the kids to be dry, I'm happy about that, but at the same time, I'm suffering because I feel cold even if the heater was already turned on.

“Take your clothes off,” he ordered. I stiffened and my whole body heated up.

In just a minute, he took out a polo and gave it to me.

“Take your clothes off and wear this, I don't want their caretaker to get sick,” he said with a serious face, but when my gaze shifted to his ears, those were pinkish red.

Well . . . that's weird.

“But I don't have any skirt or undergarments as—” He cut me off and asked.

“Is your lower undergarment wet?” He averted his gaze from me.

“No . . . not really,” I answered and looked down. I can't look at him anymore because of such topics.

“Don't mind the skirt, my polo is pretty much bigger than you. It's enough to cover your lower half. Take a shower as well,” he answered and turned around, and pointed to the bathroom.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered and hurried to his office's bathroom.

The bathroom was big enough for three people. I guess you can get a double-sized bathroom if you're rich. You could even sleep here.

I giggled to myself and locked the door. I slowly stripped before entering the shower.

Everything here had a golden lining, making me feel like I'm a queen by just bathing. I never thought that bathrooms could be in so much luxury.