The Billionaire's Nanny

Chapter One

      She was about 2 feet tall, with pigtails in her light brown hair with a bright blue tutu that matched her eyes. And she looked terrified.

     "Are you okay?" I asked helping her to her feet and dusting her off.

     Her eyes held skepticism as she took her time to answer. "I is okay. I just lost."

        Great. She was about 3 years old. And she was lost. In a park. With barely any adults around. "Who are you here with? Your mom?"

     "No, my mommy's gone. Daddy said she is watching us though." She shrugged her little shoulders but her eyes held pain I was all to familiar with.

     "How about dad?"

       "He is working."

       What person let's a 3 year old wander off? "Sweetie who are you here with?"

      She let out a sigh. A dramatic sigh if you will. "My nanny. "

      "Your nanny?"

        The sass of a 3 year old, I thought as she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Yes. My nanny."

"And where is your nanny?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.

She puffed out a breath, and smoothing her hair out of her face. "I don't knows. I runs away from her."

"Why would you want to do that?" I asked squatting down to be at her level.

"Because she doesn't likes me. And I don't likes her."

"Well that's no reason to run away." I said, standing up and holding out my hand. "Come on. Let's go did find her."

Reluctantly she took my hand and we proceeded to stroll through the park.

"What's your name?" I asked her as she swung my hand back and forth.

"Gracie Ann."

I smiled. It suited her.

"What's your name?"

"Elleanor Jane."

"That's really pretty."

I chuckled. "Thanks."

"Gracie Ann Monroe!"

I turned around just as Gracie froze.

And then proceeded to bolt.

The man, pushing a stroller, stopped where he was before sprinting across the grass to grab Gracie who I presumed was his daughter.

I jogged over to the abandoned stroller and smiled at the sweet baby fast asleep in the stroller. 6 months at least.

"Gracie Ann what were you thinking?"

I looked up as the man came back, towing Gracie with him. He had to be at least 6'0 with the light brown hair that Gracie. With hazel eyes that had streaks of blue the same color as Gracie's round ones.

He looked  at her, waiting for her answer.

I see where she got the stare off from too.

"I was thinking, that I don'ts like nanny Gabi. At's all."

"Sweetheart that's not your decision."

The look of compassion for his little girl was enough to melt that little girl's stony exterior.

"But she doesn't likes me. Ellie likes me more."

"Who's Ellie love?"

"Her."

She pointed to me, who was absentmindedly pushing the stroller back and forth gently. I stopped and wrapped my jacket tighter around my chest, and gave an awkward smile.

"Uh hi?"

"He stood up, and extended his hand. "Nathan Monroe."

I grasped his hand and shook. "Elleanor James."

He smiled. "Thanks for watching my daughter."

"Oh it's no problem. She was just lost. I was just doing what any good natured adult would do."

"Daddy?"

"Gracie, who had walked over to where we stood, proceeded to tug away at her father's pants. "Daddy?"

"Yes love?"

"Can Ellie be my and Abby's new nanny? Please? Please please?"

"He looked down at his little girl, and then at me, intrigue setting into his eyes. "Are you up for that?" He asked.

I looked at the sweet little girl, who was desperate for someone's care.

"Sure. Why the heck not?" I answered.

"Well, seeing as this isn't the first time that Gabi has failed, and my daughter loves you,  a background check is necessary, but I need someone right now. Can you start?"

"I'd be happy too."