The Billionaire's Nanny

First day

Sunday was my day off, but I spent the day playing zombies and many other games with the kids. Mia went out with her fiance, and I had not even seen Lucas all day. Which was good. At least my job would be easier that way.

Evening came too soon, and we had not realized it until Emma came to call us for dinner. Just like before, everyone else was present at dinner except Lucas. The conversation at the table was fun, with Abigail and Aiden talking non-stop about how much fun we had. We watched cartoons, played tea parties, did a few science experiments, and built another dollhouse, quite an eventful day.

After dinner, I joined the kids to clean up their playground, then gave them both a bath and tucked them in.

"So kids, which story are we going to be reading today?" I asked, shuffling through the shelf. I had to find something that would catch both their interests since my focus was on both of them, not one of them.

"The three little pigs," They said in happy unison.

"The three little pigs it is then." The shelf was stacked with all kinds of books for kids, yet it was made so easy to locate each one as they were stacked alphabetically. Whoever arranged it must have taken so much time and effort to keep them so, and I had no doubt it was Emma. So I had her to thank for making my job easier.

I quickly brought out the book and took a seat next to them. I used the remote control to take out the lights and replace them with the glow in the dark star lamp. Thankfully, the words on the book were in large print, so I did not have to strain my eyes.

"Once upon a time, there was a mother pig who..."

I was cut short by someone walking into the room. I turned back to find Lucas, in his suit trousers and dress shirt. The arms of his shirt were folded up revealing his tattooed arm and a few buttons were undone on his shirt and his hair was tousled. He looked tired, and his shoulders were rigid and stiff. I wanted nothing more than to make him feel better and relieve him of some stress. My mind was already thinking of a few ways how. How did he manage to look so tired yet so sexy at the same time?

He managed to smile weakly as he looked at the kids. "I hope I'm not too late," he strolled into the room.

"Daddy," they chorused as he planted kisses on both their foreheads.

"How are my little darlings?" his voice was husky and deep.

"Good," Aiden answered first.

"Chris is reading us a bedtime story," Abby said.

"Oh that's nice Chris," he said, finally looking at me on the other bed. "thank you."

"It's fine, you can just take over since you're here." I knew he wanted to read for them. It was the least he could do for them after being away all day. I had no right to take that from me.

"Thank you," he said as he took the book from me. His fingers brushed mine slightly, and the place where he touched heated, like electricity passing through me. I quickly retracted my hand and got to my feet. "I'll excuse you."

I kissed the kids each on their forehead and said goodnight to them. But as I turned to leave, Lucas held me back, holding my hand. I was tempted to pull my hand free, but I remembered we had an audience, so I simply raised my brows at him, which he probably did not see in the glowing stars.

"Can we please talk?" he asked in a low voice with his hands still on mine.

"No," I said and tugged my hands free. He did not fight it, and I could tell he was also thinking of our audience, both of which were now staring at us with all focus.