Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“You’re hired.”
I felt my jaw drop as I leaned towards him. “But you haven’t even checked my references or anything,” I sputtered.
“I’m not used to anyone questioning my decisions.” His tone held a trace of steel mixed with humor, so it was hard to tell if he liked that I was questioning him, or if I should never do it again. “But of course, the offer is subject to the background check I’ll run on you.”
Since I’d always been one to follow the rules, I didn’t have to worry he’d uncover anything and shrugged my shoulders.
“I’d like you to come back to meet Sophia tomorrow, after I’ve had the chance to talk with her about you.”
“That will be fine,” I agreed.
“And then, if all goes well, I’ll want you to move in this weekend when I’m available to help.”
“Move in?” I gasped. “I didn’t realize this was for a live-in position.”
“It is now.” Some of my shock must have shown on my face. “No need to worry, though. Not only will we have my daughter to act as a chaperone, but my mother lives upstairs.”
I didn’t understand exactly what he meant about the position only now being a live-in one, but I found myself agreeing anyway. It looked like I’d found the nanny position I’d wanted, only it was more than I’d bargained for.
Chapter Two
NIC
“Caduto dalle Nuvole,” I muttered softly. The expression of surprise had slipped from my lips involuntarily when I opened up my front door to find the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Not in the traditional sense, like a tall, Barbie-shaped model. This woman was all curves and sweetness—a combination so sexy, I was suddenly fighting to keep from scaring her away with an obvious erection. I suddenly had a strong hatred for long sleeve sweaters with buttons up the front. Her dark hair, green eyes, and olive skin hinted at an Italian heritage, and I filed that away for later.
In a spilt-second, I had no doubt the woman was mine. I’d taken her hand and walked her back to my office for an “interview.” It seemed the wisest course of action at the moment. I didn’t want to scare her away. Not that I would let her go. In fact, when she spoke about her desire to be a wife and mom, I decided to move her in with us. Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken much convincing, and I’d had to stifle a lascivious grin when I realized she was just as affected by me as I was by her.
I took her hand once again, helping her up from her seat and guiding her to the front door. I lifted her hand and brushed my lips over the silky skin on the back.
“Until tomorrow, mia dolce.”
Anna’s eyes were wide and a little bewildered, as she nodded then turned to slowly descend the stairs leading to my front door. When she reached the sidewalk, she looked back to where I was standing, leaning against the doorframe, watching her. I smiled and winked, immensely pleased with the pink tinge that appeared on her cheeks. Damn, she was fucking gorgeous, and I couldn’t wait to get another look at the lushness beneath her sweater and learn just how far down she would blush when I was worshipping her body. And make no mistake, it would be happening soon.
I wasted no time calling the agency and informing them of the status change to live-in and asked for her background check to be faxed over. It was in my hands less than ten minutes later. I raised a brow at the name printed across the top confirming my suspicions as to her genealogy.
Gianna.
The name suited her. It was every bit as exquisite as she was. Why in the world would she use Anna? It occurred to me then, she was my Gianna and mine alone, while everyone else got Anna. I shifted in my seat, uncomfortably, my cock definitely loving the idea.
“Daddy!” A sweet voice rang out as a blur of tiny arms and legs, with dark hair streaming out behind, hurled themselves into my arms.
I stood just in time to catch her up and twirl her around. “How’s my preziosa today?” I asked Sophia as I smacked a kiss on her plump little cheek.
She giggled and returned the gesture. “I’m feeling good today, can I go to the park?” She blinked her long lashes at me, her light brown eyes wide and begging. “Please?”
How could anyone ever deny this precious girl anything? I checked my watch, I didn’t have another meeting until later in the evening. “Why not?” Her whole face lit up with her smile, and I felt like the king of the world. I would do whatever it took to see that smile on her face, always. Days like those, they almost made me forget the ones where her perfect face was gaunt and pale, her whiskey-colored eyes full of pain.