The Billionaire's Nanny

Chapter 14

"What?" Lucas turned to me sharply. I could almost see the fumes from his head.

"Benard didn't pick us, so Chris took us on the subway," Abby continued, oblivious to the anger seeping from her father as he glared at me." It was so much fun. But Aiden fell asleep the way."

"Abby," I called, with a nervous laugh, desperate to stop her from talking more. "Would you like to have dinner now? I know you're super hungry."

"Yes, but I want daddy to feed me."

"Um... Princess, go with Chris, I still have a lot of work to right now." He brushed his hand through her hair, and slowly brought his eyes to mine in a gripping glare.

Oh boy... I had a lot of explaining to do.

"Okay, daddy," she said and reluctantly hopped off her father's lap. She stood on her tiny toes to allow her to reach for Lucas's chin. He leaned down, and she kissed him on his chin. Abby giggled happily as Lucas returned the kiss with many more kisses all around her neck and cheek.

It was adorable, and I was grinning so much I almost forgot that I had a major f**k up to answer for.

I changed Aiden's clothes and put him back to bed, while Emma made dinner for Abby. After she had dinner, she said goodnight to her father who was still sitting in the living room and had resumed his frown. He did not say a word to me as I carried sleepy Abby from his arms to bed.

Abby was really tired and fell asleep before I finished the first page of her story. I had wished she would take a bit longer so I could mentally prepare myself for what I knew was coming, but she didn't. I kissed the kids goodnight, turned on the glowing stars, and left the room.

The hallway was quiet, and I thought of sneaking back to my room, but I knew there was no need prolonging this, besides, there was really nothing stopping Lucas if he came up to my room to have the conversation.

When I walked back downstairs, Emma was on her way to her room, and she gave me a half-smile that said, "good luck." Well, that I would definitely need.

Lucas had a glass of what I guessed to be scotch, in his hand, and he had not moved from his seat since I left, and the only sound in the room is from his fingers drumming on the couch. Despite the tension building, I squared my shoulders, took a deep breath, and walked to him.

"What make you think you can break my rules Chris?" he roared before I even got the chance to say a word.

"Please keep your voice down, the kids are asleep," I said using the calmest tone I could use. "Also, I do not think I can break your rules. I did not do that on purpose."

"Of course, it was not on purpose that you put the life of my kids in danger." he shot back with a scowl and downed the rest of his drink in one swig.

"Danger?" I looked at him with a shocked expression. What could be so endangering about a simple subway? "Lucas, no one was in danger."

"Like hell, they weren't." he got to his feet, and immediately I remembered how intimidating it was to be around him. "You could have simply called instead of putting yourself and the kids at such risk."

My heart was now thumping in my chest, and without thinking, I took a step closer and raised my shoulders in an attempt to look more confident. "It's just the f*****g subway Lucas," my voice was also a lot higher this time, but I was too angry to pay attention to that. "Also, I f*****g called. Maybe a little over a million f*****g times. I called Benard before we left the mall, I sent three texts, with no reply. It was getting dark and really cold, the kids were already tired, and so was I. So tell me, what the hell should I have done? Walk home with the kids on my back?"

"You could have called me, I would have found a way to get you home safe." he shot back.

"Before you bring that up," I pointed a finger and poked his large chest as I spoke. "Maybe you should check your f*****g phone."

He looked a little shocked that I had called and reached out for his phone on the couch where he was sitting. Almost immediately, he saw the long list of notifications flashing on the screen. "f**k," he muttered and threw the phone back on the couch.

"Lucas," I reached for his arm, but he pulled away sharply and started pacing. "I know you were worried, but the kids are home, and they're safe too."

"That's not the f*****g point," he said as he stopped in front of me. "You could have gotten hurt. Do you have any idea how unsafe it is for you to be in such a dangerous place so late? And even more with two kids?"

I was tempted to remind him that my old job only let me leave at midnight, but it did not seem like such a good idea to agitate him further right now. "You do not have to worry about the kids, I'll never let anything happen to them when I'm with them."

"f**k Chris, I was not just worried about the kids, I was worried about you too."

I looked at him with an almost shocked expression. "You were worried about me?"

"Of course. I'm not f*****g heartless, we might not get along so well, but I do care about you." he took a step closer and held my upper arm in a strong hold. "You are my responsibility now, and I would hate to see anything ever happen to you, Chris."

"I'm sure I can take care of myself, so you don't have to get so worked up over nothing."

"Nothing?" He repeated and c****d his brows.

"What I mean is, the kids are in their bed, safe. I'm right here, safe too. So you can relax Lucas."

His arms were still wrapped around me, and he tugged on my arm, pulling me closer to him. His gaze was fixed, roaming over my face, and lingering on my lips. I could sense a replay of the night he had told me about his wife, and I knew I needed to pull away.

But of course, my very treacherous body did not move an inch, instead, I leaned into him, letting my eyes linger over his lips. I felt like a magnet, being pulled in to him, with no way to control it. All it would take was one of us to reach out and take what we both knew we wanted. How hard could that be?

He used his other hand to raise my chin, and leaned lower, so his face was barely an inch from mine. His eyes darkened, filled with unshed passion. Meanwhile, sparks flew left and right inside my head. I had wanted him so bad since the first day I knew I would be working here, but now that it was about to happen, my nerves would not even let me have him.

His lips were almost on mine, when I pulled away sharply, almost falling backward.

"Hehehe," I laughed nervously, "Would you look at the time? I have to go to bed now." Did I really just say bed? I didn't add with you, right?

He had a confused expression but took a step back. That I was thankful for, it was hard enough to think clearly with him nearby.

"I'm um..." I stuttered trying to regain composure. "I'm meeting up with my friend tomorrow, will you be here with the kids?" My eyes roamed everywhere, carefully avoiding him. Maybe that way, I would not see whether he was surprised, upset, or hurt by my actions.

"Yeah, sure," he mumbled in a husky voice.

"Um, okay cool. I'll see you tomorrow then." Without waiting for him to speak, I pivoted and headed for the lift.

"Goodnight Chris," I heard him say before I reached for the elevator button.

"Yeah, goodnight."

I raced to my room, locked the door, and dove under the covers. My heart was thumping in my chest, and I could not push away what had just happened from my mind. I just almost kissed my boss, or he almost kissed me. Whatever. The fact was that we almost kissed, and that would definitely not have ended well. I shut every thought out of my mind and forced myself to sleep. I already knew what the outcome would be if I let my mind linger too much.

Soon enough, I drifted to sleep, but of course, he was waiting right there for me, as usual with his charming smile, handsome, chiseled face, and well-built body. How am I supposed to let go of these thoughts when they keep coming back in my dreams.

Well, f**k.

After our very awkward encounter, we had breakfast together on Sunday morning. A most awkward breakfast, with Lucas and I giving each other weird looks when the other was not looking, and me, barely able to eat with Lucas there next to me. Thankfully, the kids were oblivious to the tension in the room, as they kept talking about all the things they got yesterday.

After breakfast, Lucas prepared the kids for a swim in the pool, while I got ready to meet with my best friend. After throwing on some clothes and brushing my hair back—Celine hated braids more than anything—I went downstairs and shot Lucas a quick text before leaving.

Chris: I'm leaving now, have fun with the kids.

My phone popped up after I got into the uber.

Lucas: I will, have fun too. Also, we need to talk, so be home early.

I wanted to tell him that the last time we talked, we almost had our lips on each other's, but instead, I shot him a quick, "Okay sir," and put my phone away.

*** *** ***

"You did what?" Celine asked, eyes wide, jaw hanging as I told her what happened.

"I pulled back," I repeated.

"f**k, I thought I sent you into the world with enough experience," she said, shaking her head in mock annoyance, "but this, you disapoint me."

"It was just a kiss, Celine," I said, laughing at her fake disappointment, "It's not like I said no to a marriage proposal." I took a sip of the smoothie we had bought as we sat at the busy cafe close to her house.

"Yeah, but that's how it starts. You drool over the guy, why on earth would you pull away?"

"Because I'm supposed to hate him remember?"

"Supposed to. Not that you actually hate him."

I released a tired sigh and took another sip of my drink. "It's not that easy C. He said I look like his ex-wife..."

"I thought his wife was dead," Celine exclaimed loudly, attracting stares, and glares from the others at the cafe. I smiled apologetically, and they turned back to their businesses.

"No, they were divorced. And apparent;y I have a striking resemblance to her, but the thing is that he hates her. That's why he was so mean to me the first time we met."

"And what does that have to do with kissing him."

"Because, I don't know if he was seeing me, or seeing her. I'm not going to kiss a man that sees someone else in me. Also, there's the fact that he's my boss."

"And?"

Apparently, she was going to make me spell it out. The waiter came over with our order of burgers and fries. We thanked him, and he left, leaving me to the question and answer session.

"I don't know, I don't think it would be such a good idea to kiss your boss, plus I've only known him for barely a month."

"Says someone, that has never gone home with a guy from the club before?"

"Celine," I whined and did a fake pout, to which she laughed.

"Okay, I'm sorry. But I don't know what to say. You have been thinking about him since you guys met..."

"Before we met," I corrected.

"Yeah, that. He finally wants to kiss you, what the f**k are you so scared of?"

"I'm not scared just unsure. Also, it might have been an in-the-moment action."

"Same thing." she took a sip of her drink and continued. "It's not like you're going to get married to him, or he wants to knock you up. It's just a casual kiss, it might or might not end up with him inside you, and that's all there is to it. Look at it the way you would look at a guy from a club. Shag and leave. Period."

"You know I only did that one time when I was drunk don't you?" I reminded her.

"Yeah, yeah. But you get my point. Now what I want you to do, when you get home is to walk into his bedroom, grab him by the collar, pull him to your lips, and kiss-f**k him."

"What the hell is kiss fucking." I asked, almost amused.

"Oh, that's a term used when you kiss someone so hard, it feels like you're f*****g them," she said casually with a shrug and sipped her drink.

"And people actually use that term?" I asked, now unable to hold my snicker.

"Well..." she paused and thought for a second. "I use it, and I am a person, so technically, people use the term," she said with a grin.

"You're the worst," I burst out laughing so hard.

"That's why you love me," she said laughing too.

"Plus there is no way in hell, I'm kiss-f*****g Lucas, or whatever."

"See you're catching up so fast. I'm such a good teacher." she acknowledged proudly. "Also, I know you better than you know yourself. I'm like a prophetess. My words always come to pass." She leaned forward, so I could hear her whisper, " and now I'm prophesying that a certain nanny, will be shagging her boss really soon."

"Shut up C." I threw a half-eaten piece of fry at her, as she raised her brows, amusedly.

"Now, I believe I was promised some juicy deets about a certain assistant and her boss," I said as she leaned back in her chair. Now it was my turn to tease her. She smiled sheepishly as I brought up the topic. After taking a big bite she started happily rattling off everything she could remember about it, which turned out to be a lot of information, some of which was really awkward. But that was Celine for you, awkward did not exist in her dictionary, and that was probably why I loved her most.