Six Single Dads' Nanny (Love by Numbers 5)

Ethan held out a set of keys to me. “For the Stan Van.” I took them with a chuckle and slipped them into my backpack. He put a hand on Rogan’s shoulder. “Rogan is the one I was telling you about before that would handle benefits if you need them. His firm will also be handling your payments.”

“I’ll be in the office tomorrow taking care of some things while the office is quiet for the weekend, so please take a few minutes to stop by and we’ll get your payments and benefits squared away,” Rogan explained.

I nodded. “Will do.”

“Well, it looks like things are going to go well for us,” Rogan said with a smile.

I looked back and he and Ethan standing in front of me like a pair of Roman emperors. “It certainly does.”

5

Rogan

I was glad that I managed to finagle my way into taking Jordan’s picture with me to work to get her paperwork processed because I needed to spend a good amount of time looking at her picture so that my dick didn’t get hard every time I was around her. Meeting her the day before and introducing her to the kids went really well, but I’d underestimated Ethan’s warnings that she was a stunner. I had to keep my composure around the kids because I wanted to jump her the second I laid eyes on her.

There was a gentle knock on my door, pulling me from my daydream. “Come in.”

The door opened and Jordan walked in. All the thoughts I was just trying my hand at suppressing came flying to the forefront of my mind. She had her hair up in a ponytail, with her bangs hanging in her face, and her eyes shimmering in the sunlight glinting through my office window. She was wearing a pair of very tight-fitting jeans and a long-sleeve t-shirt with a swoop neck. I wanted her badly.

“Good morning,” she greeted.

“Good morning,” I replied. “How are you today?”

“I’m wonderful, thank you.” Jordan stayed standing by the door to my office, looking at me as though I was going to eat her.

And I wanted to.

“Well, come on in, take a seat.” I motioned to the chair across from my desk. Jordan walked in and sat down in the arm chair across from me. “Do you have two forms of ID?”

“Yes,” Jordan responded instantly. She reached into her purse and handed out her ID and social security card.

“Thank you.” I took them and began entering them into our system in order to finalize her paperwork.

I was setting her up as an employee of my company. I found a dying baking company, invested in it, and brought it back to life. I’d been investing in companies ever since I understood how money worked, and it’s how I was able to build my fortune to give my daughter a good life. Money has always run in my family, and though I didn’t take up the tradition of bank management like my brother did, we eventually reconvened after college to resuscitate the company I found, now called Paulson and Co., and he manages the company’s banks, while I manage the accounting firm. I didn’t expect Danielle to go into banking if it wasn’t what her heart desired, but my ex tried to force her to follow in our financial footsteps. It was part of the reason we ended up splitting up, and probably why Danille didn’t know what she wanted for the time being.

“Is everything okay?” I shook free of my thoughts, not having realized I got lost in them to begin with. Jordan was watching me with concern on her face.

“Sorry, yes, just a little lost in thought.” I handed her IDs back to her and handed her over a folder of papers. “I’ll explain how everything works.”

Jordan put her IDs away and then turned her attention totally to me. “Okay.” I had to swat away imagining how she might be giving me that attention for other reasons.

“Myself, along with the other dads, each put our $1250 into an escrow account once a month, and then the full $7500 is released to you monthly on a day of your choosing, or we can do bi-monthly, on the 15th and the last day of the month, whether it be the 30th or the 31st. Which would you prefer?” I explained.

“The bi-monthly would be wonderful,” Jordan responded.

“Perfect, and do you have a bank account you would like it deposited into, or would you like paper checks?”

Jordan chuckled. “I actually prefer checks. Does that make me weird? I’m a physical papers kind of girl.”

“Not weird at all. Give me one second while I process that request.” While I was getting Jordan’s payment preferences entered, I could see her gaze wandering around my office. Her picture landed on a couple of my hunting shots; one of me holding a rifle and one of me holding a pair of antlers. “It’s my hobby,” I said.