Melissa McClone - The Billionaire's Nanny

She pinched her cheeks to give them more color. Reapplying the makeup she’d wiped off was beyond her. But she looked better, passable, no longer green.

She straightened her glasses, wanting to present a confident, unflappable air. Mr. Cole never needed to know she was dying of embarrassment. Neither did Camille, who kept knocking every minute and a half to see if Emma needed help. She opened the lavatory door.

Blossom’s ear-hurting screeches could wake the dead, officially starting the zombie apocalypse.

Emma followed the racket.

The cat faced forward, screaming her lungs out as if doing her best T. rex impersonation.

Emma knelt in front of the cat carrier. “Shhhh. I know you don’t like this, but we’re almost there.”

Blossom barked, sounding more like an ankle-biting dog than a pissed-off feline.

“Your cat doesn’t sound happy.”

Emma felt AJ’s presence—a potent mix of heat, strength and confidence—behind her. “Blossom doesn’t like to fly, either.”

“You look good as new.”

She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze at crotch level. Lingering on his zipper. Her cheeks burned. No need for pinching cheeks or makeup now. She looked up at him. “I am. Flying doesn’t really get to me. Taking off is the culprit. The weightlessness.”

“Your stomach can’t handle the feeling.”

“Nope.” And the flashbacks nearly did her in each time, but nobody needed to know about those. “The landing will be a breeze. But I’m guessing Blossom won’t quiet down until she’s out of her carrier.”

AJ kneeled. The left side of his body brushed hers, sending sparks shooting across her skin. The scent of his aftershave, something musky with a touch of spice, enveloped her.

She sucked in a breath. Oh, boy. He smelled so good, fresh, like the first spring day after months of dreary winter rain.

He peered into the carrier. “What’s its name again?”

“Blossom. Her name is Blossom.”

He tapped on the carrier. “Be quiet, Blossom.”

“Cat’s don’t respond to—”

The cat stopped meowing. Blossom rubbed her head against the carrier door.

He stuck his finger through the grating and touched the cat. “Don’t respond to what?”

“Logic.”

Blossom, however, didn’t make another noise. She soaked up the attention. Purred. Unbelievable. The cat hadn’t purred at the shelter or at Emma’s apartment. At least not that any of the volunteers had noticed. Yet this guy, a non-cat-lover guy, had the feline purring like a generator. “Blossom likes you.”

“She likes the attention.”

“Attention from you. This is the first time I’ve heard her purr.”

AJ yanked his hand away, plastered his arm against his side. “I’m not a fan of cats. She wouldn’t like me.”

Tell that to Blossom. The cat pressed against the crate door, fur squishing through the grating. She stared up at AJ as if he were her sun, stars and moon.

Thanks to AJ Cole, Blossom had transformed from she devil to sweetheart. Emma grinned, something she never expected to do after getting sick in front of her new boss. “She does like you.”

AJ’s gaze bounced from the cat to Emma. “The cat needed someone to tell her what was expected.”

“Cats do what they want.”

“Perhaps the cat needed to have a higher bar set for its behavior.”

He didn’t use Blossom’s name, but the feline didn’t seem to mind. She was trying to get out of the cage and closer to AJ. “Perhaps. But this gives me hope.”

“Hope?”

“That Blossom will find her forever home. There’s been concern she might be unadoptable. She doesn’t seem to like many people.”

He looked at Blossom, but he didn’t touch her. Much to the cat’s dismay. “I don’t know anything about cats, but she seems fine to me. Not so annoying now that she’s quiet.”

Camille approached. She handed AJ a glass with a straw sticking out. “Your protein shake.”

“Thanks.” His fingers circled the glass.

The flight attendant handed a small juice-sized glass to Emma. “A little ginger ale for you.”

“Thank you,” Emma said.

“We’ll be landing soon.” Camille motioned to the back of the plane. “Please return to your seats.”

Emma did and buckled her seat belt. The engines whirred. She waited for Blossom to meow, but the cat remained quiet.

AJ sat across from her. Sipped from the straw. “You okay?”

She nodded.

“If you feel bad again, Camille restocked the side pocket.”

Two more airsickness bags were inside. “Thanks, but I’ve never had trouble during landings.” At least not the one Emma remembered.

“We’re beginning our descent into Haley’s Bay,” the pilot announced. “Please remain seated.”

She gripped the armrests, a combination of anticipation of wanting to be on the ground and apprehension over what the rest of the week would hold.

AJ stared at her over the rim of his glass, his eyes full of concern. “The pilot’s very good.”

“You don’t have to reassure me.”

His gaze narrowed, darkened. “Why not?”

“It’s not your job.”

“I get to write my job description. One benefit of being the boss.”

“Do you like being the boss?”

He stiffened. Stared into his drink. Toyed with the straw.

“No one’s asked me that. People assume...” He shifted in his seat. “But yes, of course. What’s not to love?”

He was bluffing, hiding something, like a child who said swim lessons were fun when dunking his head under water terrified him. What other secrets was AJ hiding?

None of Emma’s business. She didn’t need to go looking for AJ Cole’s demons. She had enough of her own. But she hoped this vacation went well for him because the only thing worse than having no family would be having a family that didn’t get along. Best to make sure she knew what AJ needed from her.

She removed a half-inch binder and a mechanical pencil from her tote bag. “Libby sent me your tentative itinerary. Any changes to today’s schedule I should know about?”

He waved his hand, as if brushing aside Emma’s question. “Relax until we land.”

“Let’s confirm today’s agenda first.” She adjusted her glasses. “Then I’ll relax.”

AJ took another sip of his drink. “Read what’s on your list.”

“Lunch with your grandmother while I arrange meetings with the party rental company and florist and check into the Broughton Inn. A conference call at two, another one at three, followed by an interview at four with a technology blogger. Then you have a break until dinner with your family at seven.”

“Easy afternoon.”

“Three calls on the first afternoon of your vacation sounds more like you’re working.”

He raised a brow, as if surprised by her words. Guess Libby didn’t speak to him like that. Well, Emma wasn’t like her best friend. Not even close.

“This is a light day.” He placed his empty glass on the table between them. “I’ve limited what’s on my schedule.”

Emma guessed she had a different definition of limited from his. “If there aren’t any changes—”

“There is one.”

She readied her pencil.

A muscle ticked at his jaw.

She leaned forward. “What?”

“We’re staying at my grandmother’s house. It’ll be easier with the party planning, and my grandma thought it would be better for the cat.”

Disappointment shot through Emma. She’d been a live-in nanny so she knew what staying at someone’s house as an employee meant. But the arrangement made sense, even without the cat factored in. She pasted on a smile. “That’s generous of your grandmother.”

He leaned back against his seat, but his gaze never left her. “My grandmother loves playing hostess. She’s thrilled I’m bringing company, not to mention a cat.”

The noise level of the engines changed. She clasped her hands together. “I’m sure your grandmother’s more excited to have you staying with her. Ten years is a long time to be away.”

“What has Libby told you?”

“Not much.” A glance out the window told Emma the plane was descending. “I know you’re throwing your grandmother an eightieth birthday party. Very nice of you to do.”

“Just holding up my end of a deal.”

Emma looked back at him. “Excuse me?”

His gaze, warm and clear, met hers. “When I was eight, I wanted a space-alien birthday party. My dad said no, so my grandma offered to throw me a party if I agreed to do the same for her when she turned eighty. We shook on it.”

Emma tried to picture AJ as a boy, but looking past the handsome man sitting across from her was impossible. “You remembered that after all these years?”

“No.” He half laughed. The charming sound sent a brush of tingles across Emma’s tummy. “My grandma did. She reminded me in February.”

She rubbed her stomach. Maybe she was feeling the aftereffects of being sick earlier. “Still nice of you.”

“She’s my grandma. I wasn’t about to say no.”

“Would you be returning to Haley’s Bay if it weren’t her birthday?”

“Probably not, which she knows.” Affection filled his gaze. “My grandmother’s a sly one. But I’m on my way so she’s happy. I want the party to go smoothly. That’s what I’m counting on you for, Emma.”

She wrote the words “anticipate and prevent problems” in her binder. “Yes, Mr. Cole.”

“AJ.”

The man had seen her vomit. The only other people to see her do that were her parents, God rest their souls, and Libby. “AJ.”

He smiled. She smiled back. The moment lingered. Filled her with heat. She looked at her binder. “Anything else I should know?”

“My family is big and crazy and loud.” AJ sounded amused, not annoyed. “I have four brothers—Ellis, Flynn, Declan and Grady—and two sisters—Bailey and Camden. Not to mention my sister-in-law, Risa, and more aunts, uncles and cousins than I can count.”

“That is a big family.”

“The single Cole men will hit on you because you’re new in town and their reputations haven’t been sullied yet. They’ve done that in the past. You’re under no obligation to them, and let me know if they annoy you.” AJ’s dark eyes and serious tone told Emma he wasn’t joking. “What you do on your own time is none of my business, but don’t let your actions affect your ability to get the job done.”

His words irritated her. Okay, he didn’t know her, but she wasn’t about to sleep around because good-looking guys were giving her attention. She imagined his brothers were attractive, AJ in multiples, like the Hemsworth brothers. That could be dangerous. To her job and her heart. She jotted a note in the margin. “Stay away from Cole males.”

“I’ll keep my distance.”

A lopsided grin formed. “Smart.”

She hated the way her body responded to his compliment. “It’s been my experience that business and pleasure don’t mix well.”

“Mine, too.”

At least they agreed on something.

“But business has to be fun,” AJ added. “All work and no play...”

“Would be boring.” Emma recalled Libby’s description of the Cole corporate headquarters in Seattle with a game arcade, gym, massages, errand service, and free meals, snacks and drinks at the employee cafeterias. Fun seemed to be the operative word at his company. Not surprising given that he developed a photography-based blogging platform and created a social media gaming site for friends to compete. “I wouldn’t last long as a nanny if I didn’t play. Having fun means everything to children.”