Falling For The Nanny: The Billionaire's Baby SOS / The Nanny Bombshell / The Nanny Who Kissed Her Boss

She slid across the seat. “I’m helping you a heck of a lot here. A little appreciation would be nice.” Outside the limo, she faced him. “Or maybe we should just go back to your house and I’ll get my car so I can come home for real.”

Matt’s stomach plummeted to his toes. And it wasn’t just because he worried about being alone with Bella. He suddenly realized if she left him now, he’d probably never see her again and his heart squeezed.

Good God! He’d known this woman a couple of hours. How could he be jealous, and, worse, afraid of not seeing her again?

He passed Bella to Claire and started across the seat. When he got out of the limo, Claire was halfway up the walk.

Holding the door, Jimmy chuckled. “Better be nice to her unless you want to hear this kid screaming all night.”

As Matt entered the building, Claire patiently waited at the old iron freight elevator of the factory converted to apartments that she called home. She almost wished the thing would have come before he reached her so she could leave him behind. But no. He ambled toward her, looking rich, sophisticated and sexy.

She nervously tried not to notice the exposed brick and pipes that provided a bit of “chic” to the supermodern condos. But every detail popped out at her like objects in a three-dimensional movie. Ben had hated this place. He’d made fun of the pipes, asking if the contractor had run out of money before he could buy materials to cover them. He’d hated the exposed bricks because they were old. He couldn’t believe anybody found anything about a factory appropriate to be seen in a residence.

And supersexy, superrich, supersophisticated Matt probably would snub his nose at her condo, too.

She just hoped he had more tact than Ben and wouldn’t say his thoughts out loud.

The elevator arrived, she stepped inside and so did Matt.

He didn’t say a word as they rose to her floor, but her relief was short-lived when she realized he was probably angry with her for threatening to leave him. Well, she didn’t care. Let him stew a bit. She wasn’t about to let him talk down to her. After Ben, she’d promised herself she’d never go through that again. And that was one promise she intended to keep.

The old metal doors opened noisily. She stepped out into the hall, once more seeing the brick walls, exposed pipes and hardwood floors. Her resolve strengthened. She loved this building. Loved her home. Let him hate it if he wanted. Let him make fun of it. She didn’t care. His feelings meant nothing to her.

Still quiet, Matt followed her down the hall. She held Bella on one arm as she marched to her door, fishing her keys out of her coat pocket. Before he reached her, she had the door open and was inside.

The exposed brick walls and hardwood floors continued throughout her open-plan apartment. Her kitchen was new, dark cabinets with slim silver handles and stainless-steel appliances. The chic dining area, including a table and trim buffet, flowed into her living room space, which had red sofas facing each other and an overstuffed red print chair with matching ottoman.

“Wow.”

She spun to face him. “Wow?”

“Your apartment.” He glanced around. “It’s so modern.” He looked around some more. “I really like it.”

Nerves prickled her skin. Her breath whooshed out. She hadn’t wanted his opinion to matter, but it had and that bothered her. He might be a nice guy with Bella, but he was also blunt and self-important. Guessing he was only trying to make nice after being rude to her, she grudgingly said, “Thanks.”

“I had a similar condo for a while.” He smiled as if remembering. “Right after I got my first job. Thought I’d hit the big-time because I started off earning six figures.”

She gaped at him. “How does somebody ‘start off’ earning six figures?”

He strolled around the room. “I went to my interview with two five-year plans. One was for the company interviewing me. The other for their competitor.”

She frowned. “So?”

“So, it never hurts to understand what the other guy is probably thinking.” He chuckled. “They said I showed initiative.”

“It sounds like initiative but I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been a businessperson, never even thought about wanting to be one.”

He strolled over. “You’re more of the sensitive type.” He took a step that brought them so close she could almost feel the heat from his body. “But we’ve already discussed this.”

“Yes…” She hated the tremble in her voice. He was just so damned good-looking. “We have.”

“But we’re really not even, you know.”

“Even?”

“About what we know about each other. You have a nice condo. You like working with kids. And that’s all I know about you.”

“I don’t exactly know a lot about you.”

He chuckled. “You’ve been through my house.” He caught her gaze. “In my bedroom. You know I was divorced but my ex-wife and I stayed close enough that she gave me custody of her child. You’ve seen my car collection, met my driver. Know that I give my employees long vacations when I travel for business. You know more about my personal life than most women I date.”

Her skin flushed. A pulse started low in her belly. So did an unwanted sense of anticipation. It meant something that he was telling her things, or letting her see things about his life through his home. And right now, they stood so close he could kiss her—or she could kiss him, if she wanted.

She swallowed. Suddenly grateful for the protection of the baby on her arm, she said, “Why do you want to know about me?”

“I think you know.”

“Because I know so much about you?”

“Because there’s something between us.” He took another step, forcing her to shift Bella to the left or let the poor baby get squished.

“I don’t like unusual things. I don’t like unexpected or unpredictable things.”

Her breath lodged in her throat. They absolutely could not get any closer.

“So you don’t like that you feel something for me?”

“No. I do not.”

“Well, thanks.”

He chuckled again. “You should thank me. You shouldn’t want me to be interested. I don’t date. I have lovers. I hurt women foolish enough to feel anything for me.”

She took a step back, putting plenty of space between them, believing the air had been cleared and they were moving on. “Thanks for the warning.” She handed the baby to him, but stopped short of giving her over. “You know, we’ve been carrying Bella around all day. It might be a good idea to let her roam a bit.” She stooped and put the baby on the white shag carpet between the two red sofas. “How’s this, sweetie?”

Patting the thick carpet, Bella gurgled up at her.

“Are you sure she’ll be okay down there?”

“I’ve had her on this carpet plenty of times.” She rose. “But you’re going to make sure she’s okay while I’m gone.”

“I am?”

“Yes. I’ll be five minutes, tops, while I gather a few things. You just have to make sure she doesn’t go too far or bump her head or anything like that.”

He glanced around. “Okay.” He caught her gaze again. “But we’re not done talking about this attraction.”

“I think we are. You’ve warned me off enough that I’m not even worried about it.”