Working For Mr. Fioravanti [MATURE CONTENT]

Chapter 1 - I'm Just the Nanny

Chapter 1 - I'm Just the Nanny

"That sounds great Leo." I murmured, not really listening to what the five-year-old had to say. I finished adding cheese to the dish of pasta and placed it into the oven.

"Can I go outside and play?" he asked.

"Yeah, only in the backyard okay?"

"Okay." He ran out the kitchen, and I heard the sliding glass door open and close. I set the oven timer and walked outside to sit down by the pool, watching Leo kick a soccer ball around and chase it.

It was only my second week working for Daman and I was already tired. He was right when he said it would be a lot of work. But it was definitely a fun job.

"Valentina," I turned around to see Daman standing in the doorway.

His hair was neatly combed out of his face and his suit was snug on his body, ironed to perfection. Daman was probably the handsomest man I had ever seen or talked to. I had only been working for about two weeks but I had learned a lot about him.

1. He never wears anything other than suits.

2. He doesn't care for anything other than Leo and work.

3. He is always at work.

4. He works at some big fancy publishing company.

5. He is a CEO.

6. He's rich.

7. His house is practically a mansion.

8. When you walk down a small path through the garden of his backyard, there is a staircase that leads to a private beach.

9. He's Italian.

10. He hates when people wear shoes on his carpet.

11. His ex-wife, Leo's mom, is a bitch that he hates--yet sleeps with (I found this one out the hard way).

Though Daman has been nothing but friendly, I couldn't help but feel like it was all just because he had to. He needed me and was careful not to chase me away.

"I didn't even notice you were home." I finally snapped out of my thoughts.

"I just got home. Are you guys hungry? I was thinking of calling Rafael over to cook a nice dinner. I don't have to back to work until late tomorrow morning."

"Shoot, I just put food in the oven!" I rushed back into the house. He grabbed my arm, stopping my quick-start. He pulled me to face him.

"It's alright, we can eat that. I just wasn't expected you to cook." He smiled.

"Are you sure? I don't think I'm a very good-"

"Valentina, it's alright." He chucked. "What did you cook?"

"Italian baked chicken and pastina." I blushed. "I just figured Leo would like it because you're Italian." I immediately face palmed at my ignorant comment.

Daman's face pulled into a smile showing off his dimples. I couldn't help but die a little. Despite how inappropriate it was to let such thoughts run through my mind, I was still intensely attracted to my boss. Sure he was a father and possibly twice my age, but he was hot. He was tall and muscular and from what I had heard from through his door, good in bed.

"You are too though sí?" he rested his arm on the wall, cornering me.

"Uh, sí. Mezzo." I pathetically answered, not sure how to say 'half Italian'.

"Daddy!" Leo interrupted, saving me from saying something else that was completely stupid.

"Hey, Leo! How was your day?" Daman picked up the boy. I smiled at the scene, walking by to check the oven. Leo continued to brag about how much fun he had with me all day and I couldn't be happier. I make myself look like an idiot and Leo is my savior, reminding Daman that he didn't hire someone completely useless.