Page 14 of Nanny for My Billionaire

Adam shrugs and blushes a little. “Would it offend you if I told you that you remind me of someone else?”

I scowl. “Who, your ex-wife? I thought you hated her.”

He laughs. “No, not her. But there’s this girl I used to know—sassy at times, shy at others. Looking at you makes me think I must have a type, you know? Girls who know how to rule the roost, but also know how to be supportive whenever it’s called for.”

“Wow, did you really just go there?” I ask, laughing with him. “I thought we were only talking about a job, not a lifetime commitment.”

His blush deepens a little. “Yeah, sorry. I got kinda carried away. Maybe it’s just because you’re so beautiful. Just forget I even said a word, okay? Listen, I’ll go have a talk with Sara about the boys, and I’ll see you in the morning, all right?”

There’s a lump in my throat that I don’t want him to know about, so I just nod and smile as he gets up and leaves.

Oh, God, this craziness is getting even worse. Adam’s falling for me all over again—because I remind him ofmyself!

Chapter nine

Adam

Sarareadilyagreestowatch the kids over the weekend, so we are able to go to Rudolpho’s on Saturday. I’m amazed by all the pertinent questions Anna asks, by the efficient order in which she asks them, and by the way she takes charge of the situation like she was born to be a leader.

I can’t help thinking that she’s wasting her potential by working as a nanny, but at least she’s made it abundantly clear that she’ll be able to create a business for herself and take care of the kids at the same time.

I’m impressed when she starts creating a filing system right there on her laptop and begins to sort all the information she’ll need to keep track of into a tidy little database program that she built on the fly. My mom did a good job, but she was a little intimidated by technology.

There’s no way in hell this girl’s primary profession is ‘nanny.’ I don’t understand why she would have come to Concord and started watching my kids when she belongs in some corporate office somewhere.

“Why are you even here?” I ask her, even though I’d intended to keep those thoughts to myself. “Why Concord? Why be a nanny? I don’t understand it at all, Anna.”

She shakes her head and shrugs. “I love living in a small town. I love—taking care of your sons. And I’m going to love working on your files for you too. And when I’ve got them whipped into shape, I’m going to be expecting a really awesome referral.”

I laugh. “You got it, beautiful.”

The words have slipped out before I think it through, but I’m not about to apologize for calling it like I see it. We stare at each other for a few moments, and then I shake my head and shrug.

“Well, keep up the good work. I’m going back into my kitchen before I really put my foot in my mouth or anywhere else it doesn’t belong,” I say, but as I turn to go, she reaches out and pats my arm.

“Adam? I don’t mind that you think I’m beautiful,” she tells me. “We’re only human, after all. For the record, you’re not too bad yourself.”

It was a bit of a left-handed compliment, but I was more than willing to take it. I cast her a grin, then scurry off to the kitchen before I’m tempted to tug her into my arms.

Today is Dale’s day off, so I’ve got Alison working as the sous-chef even though she hasn’t quite reached an expert level. I spend time evaluating her work as we go along, and I can see that she’s been really putting in some effort at improving.

“If you keep up this level of work, Ally, I’ll be promoting you to run the room in no time,” I tell her.

Everything runs smoothly throughout the evening, and I periodically go to check on Anna’s progress, not because I need to, but because I want to. There’s just this swirl of energy surrounding us that seems to have amped up ever since our conversation earlier. I don’t know if it’s the conversation that caused it, or the knowledge that with the boys over at Sara’s house, that means the two of us will have the house to ourselves tonight.

I find myself watching the clock, longing for the shift to be over so we can go back home. My dick has this crazy notion that maybe we might get lucky, so when there’s just one hour to go, I give Alison control of the kitchen and tell her I want to see how well she’ll do at handling the closing preparations, and then I go off to make sure Anna has everything she’ll need so we can head out.

“I’ve had my data for hours, silly,” she tells me, then turns her laptop to where I can see the database file she created earlier, now populated by details from the last five years along with a little button at the bottom that says, “view archive.”

Stunned, I ask, “How far back does this go?”

“I have all the details from clear back when your dad bought this place eight years ago,” she says, shrugging. “If you got audited right this minute, I’d have all your books ready for show and tell.”

“You’re amazing, Anna,” I say, and on a whim, I lean in and kiss her cheek, which makes her suck in a little breath. I can’t help it—my eyes track the rise and fall of her breasts. I force them to look anywhere else as I reach for the keys to the truck that are hanging on a peg near the exit at the back of the break room. “We ready to head home?”

“Yeah, but don’t you want to make sure everything gets locked up first?”

“Alison’s in charge,” I explain. “So, if anything goes wrong tonight, I’ll know who to fire.”

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