The Billionaire’s Baby Sitter

On a quiet night, Samuel had just arrived home after attending a fancy company party. His legs were a little wobbly from the effects of the alcohol he had consumed throughout the night. Although he was known for his firm and in-control attitude, tonight Samuel had let himself get carried away by the drink.

When he entered his grand house, silence greeted him. The lights in the living room were already off, and only a small glow from a table lamp in the corner of the room lit his way.

Samuel walked slowly towards the living room, but his steps stopped when he heard light footsteps coming from the kitchen. Curious, he decided to see who was still awake at this late hour.

Arriving in the kitchen, he found his babysitter, **Clara**, who was tidying up the leftover snacks that had not been tidied up. She seemed focused on her task, unaware of Samuel's presence.

"Clara...," Samuel called in a hoarse voice.

Clara was shocked and immediately turned her head. "Mr. Samuel? You just got home?" she asked anxiously, seeing her boss's clearly drunk condition.

Samuel approached slowly, his eyes not leaving Clara's figure standing in front of him. There was something different in Samuel's gaze this time, something that made Clara feel uncomfortable but also unable to look away.

"Yeah, just now... are you still working?" Samuel said softly, his voice sounding heavier than usual.

Clara nodded slowly, "I just wanted to make sure everything was neat before going to bed."

Samuel stared at her with an intensity that made Clara's heart beat faster. Without a word, he moved closer, the distance between them closing. Clara could feel the warmth of Samuel's body as he approached, the faint scent of alcohol on his breath.

"Clara..." he whispered softly but with emphasis, "you are very beautiful tonight."

Clara was stunned. Those words made her stunned, Samuel had never spoken to her in this tone before. Clara tried to step back a little, but Samuel's hand that suddenly touched her waist made her stop.

"Mr. Samuel..." Clara tried to speak, but her voice sounded weak. Samuel's gaze was so strong, as if he was trying to read every corner of her face.