The Nanny and the CEO (5 page)

The day had been long and she felt physically exhausted, but exhilarated, too, because she'd found the kind of job she'd been hoping for, never dreaming it really existed. Now she didn't have to go home. Instead she could make the kind of money her father wouldn't be able to pay her by her staying right here in New York.

All she had to do was look after one little baby in surroundings only an exclusive group of people would ever know about or see. When Reese had mentioned Jackie Kennedy to her mom, she'd also been thinking of her son John Jr.'s Tribeca apartment.

It must have been over ten years ago she'd seen a few pictures of the interior following his death when she'd been a teenager. From what she remembered, it wasn't nearly on the same scale of splendor as Mr. Wainwright's fantastic residence. The architectural design for making the most of the light was nothing short of breathtaking.

Like the man himself.
Breathtaking.

 

“Good morning, Reese.” Nick put his newspaper down on the glass-top patio table. He'd seen her ponytail swinging as she'd stepped out on the terrace and closed the sliding door. In a modest pale orange top and jeans
that still managed to cling to her womanly figure, he was going to have difficulty keeping his eyes off her.

“So
this
is where you are.” She walked right over and hunkered down in front of Jamie, who was strapped in the swing wide-awake. He liked the motion, but Nick hadn't turned on the music yet. “I've been looking for you.” She kissed his cheek and neck. “Hey—you're wearing a nightgown. Do you have any idea how cute you look?”

Jamie transferred his attention to her while he took little breaths as if he recognized her. Naturally he did. Nick could have been blindfolded but would still know her by her scent. It reminded him of wildflowers. This time she kissed his son's tummy, causing him to smile. “Did you sleep through the night like a good boy?”

“He had a bottle at two-thirty and only woke up again at seven-thirty.”

“Well, good for you.” She tickled his chin and got him to laugh out loud. “Five hours is terrific. The sixty-four-thousand-dollar questions is, how's Dad?” She shot Nick a direct glance. The iridescent blue of her eyes was an extraordinary color.

“Dad's all right for an old man. What about you?”

“I got a wonderful sleep and now I'm ready to help put that nursery together.”

“Not before you eat breakfast or you'll hurt Cesar's feelings.”

“Chef Cesar?” she teased.

“That's right. He made a crab omelet in your honor with plenty of butter.”

“Did you hear that, Jamie? I guess I'd better eat it while it's still hot.” She sat down opposite Nick and removed the cover on her plate. “Croissants, too?” Her
gaze darted to the baby, who followed her movements while she ate. “We're going to have to go for a long walk in the stroller to work off the pounds I can already feel going on. But that's okay because this food is too good to resist.”

Nick couldn't imagine her ever having that kind of a problem. “Coffee?”

“Please.”

To his dismay he discovered Reese had another quality he liked besides her ability to have fun. She enjoyed everything and ate her meal with real pleasure. No female of his acquaintance did that, certainly not Erica, who was constantly watching her figure.

He found Reese a woman devoid of self-consciousness. For some men, it might be off-putting, but for Nick it had the opposite effect…a fact that troubled him more than a little bit. She was his nanny for heaven's sake!

After finishing her coffee, she looked across at him with a definite smile in her eyes. “Before we put our shoulders to the wheel—is there anything I should be worried about in the
Wall Street Journal
this morning?”

He chuckled. “Not unless you've been following news on the euro.”

“Is it good or bad?”

Her question surprised him for the simple reason he couldn't imagine it being of interest to her, but she was being polite so he would return the compliment. “Overnight it staged a late surge in U.S. trading, rebounding sharply against the dollar. As a result it unwound the ‘carry' trades and sent the Australian dollar and Brazilian real plunging.”

Her well-shaped brows knit together. “Is that a critical situation in your eyes?”

“No, but it has some global economists rattled.”

“Well, if you're not upset, then I'm certainly not going to be.” She got to her feet. “If you don't mind, I'll carry him back to my bedroom and give him a quick bath. Then we're all yours.”

Nick had no idea what to make of her. But as he watched her disappear with Jamie, he decided it didn't matter because his son appeared to be in the best of hands. Yesterday morning he couldn't have foreseen the changes that had already taken place since he'd picked her up in front of the hotel.

He gathered up the swing and headed for the nursery. After putting it in the corner, some impulse had him walking across the hall to her room. She'd left all the doors open, so he continued on through. When he reached the bathroom, the sight that greeted him brought a lump to his throat.

Reese had filled one of the sinks with water. While she cradled the back of Jamie's head in the water, she washed his scalp and talked to him in soothing tones. His son was mesmerized. Slowly she rinsed off the baby shampoo, then took a bar of baby soap and washed his limbs. With the greatest tenderness she turned him over and washed his back. He made little cooing sounds Nick felt resonate in his body.

Without conscious thought he reached for one of the towels and held it up for her. Their eyes met for an instant. She said, “While you dry him off, I'll find him a new outfit to put on.”

Nick cuddled his boy to him, uncaring that he was still wet. He smelled so sweet. As he felt Jamie burrow
into his neck, a feeling of love flowed through him so intense, he was staggered by it.

“What do you think?” she asked when he appeared in the doorway to the nursery, holding up three outfits. “The white with the tiger, the green with the fish or the navy with the Snoopy?”

“Maybe we should let Jamie decide.” He turned him around in his arms and walked over to her. “I wonder which one he'll go for.”

She laughed in anticipation, watching him closely. “His eyes keep looking at the dog.”

“Every boy should have one,” Nick declared. “Snoopy it is.”

“Did you have a dog?”

“No. What about you?”

“We went through three before I left home.”

Reese had the diaper ready. Nick lowered his son in the crib and put it on with no hesitation this time. She handed him the one-piece fitted suit with no legs. After he'd snapped it, he picked him up again.

“Let me brush his hair and then he's ready for the day.” As she lifted her arm, it brushed against Nick's. An unconscious thing to be sure, the lightest of touches. But he'd felt her warmth against his skin and the next thing he knew it had swamped his sensitized body.

He hadn't been intimate with a woman since the last time he'd slept with Erica. That was the reason for this total physical reaction.
It had to be.

“First things first,” she declared. “There's a diaper pail around here somewhere with a scented deodorizer. Ah—” She opened one of the cartons. “Just what we need.” After lining it, in went the diaper. Then she lifted
her head, causing her ponytail to swish like quicksilver. “Where do you want the crib to go?”

He struggled to concentrate. “How about the far wall. The sun won't reach him there when the shutters are open, and it will leave both doorways free.”

“Perfect.” She moved things out of the way so she could roll it into position across the hardwood floor.

Nick settled Jamie back in his swing and they got to work opening all the boxes. While he put the stroller together, she stacked diapers, baby wipes, powder, baby cream, lotion and ear swabs in the changing-table compartments. After watching her bathe the baby with nonallergenic products, he realized there was a reason for everything she'd bought.

“I'm glad you took the Oriental rug away. I can't wait for you to see the baby furniture,” she said as he reached for one of the bigger cartons.

Curious himself, Nick opened the box and discovered a child's antique white dresser with olive-green trim and a Winnie the Pooh hand-painted over the drawers. The next box held a child's chair in the shape of Piglet. A big Eyeore dominated the oval hook rug. In another carton he found a lamp whose base was shaped like a honey pot. The last carton was the biggest. When he opened it, he found an adult rocking chair with Owl as the motif.

“That's so you can sit in here and feed him while you rock him to sleep.” She'd thought of everything. The set charmed him.
She
charmed him.

He took all the boxes out of the apartment and piled them in the hall. When he came back, Reese had placed the furniture around and had put a soft, furry Winnie the Pooh in one corner of his crib.

“You've turned this room into the Hundred Acre Wood. I like it.”

She whirled around with an anxious look on her face. “Honestly?”

“I doubt there's another nursery more inviting. Jamie will grow up loving to be in here. Thank you for helping me.” She was an amazing person who had the knack of making everything exciting.

“I haven't had so much fun in years.”

Neither had he. The ramifications of that admission were beginning to haunt him. “It's noon. We need a break.”

Reese nodded. “I think your son is ready for another bottle.” She finished putting the outfits she'd bought into the dresser drawers.

“As soon as I wash my hands, I'll be right back to try out the rocker with him.”

When Nick returned a few minutes later he found her putting more things on top of the dresser. Besides a large, colorfully illustrated edition of Winnie the Pooh, plus a leather-bound book that said
Baby's Memories,
she'd added a pacifier, a couple of rattles, some infant painkiller, a baby thermometer, his little brush and a box of tissues.

In an incredibly short period of time she'd written Jamie's signature on the face of his apartment. Now it was
their
home, father and son.

At the thought of what would have happened if he hadn't hired her, he experienced real terror because it had opened up an old window of time. For a moment he'd glimpsed the painful gray emptiness of yesterday. He wanted that window closed forever so he wouldn't have to know those emotions again.

Needing to feel his son's wiggly body, he drew him out of the swing and they sat down in the rocker. Reese had put the bottle of formula next to it. While Nick fed him, she placed a burp cloth over his shoulder. He felt her gaze and could tell something was on that fascinating mind of hers. “I'll be right back.”

Before long she returned with her phone and started snapping pictures of him and Jamie, of the room itself. “I'll get these photos made into prints and start his scrap-book. My mom kept one for each of us and I still look at mine. When you get time, give me any photos you'd like to add.”

“I'll do that.” When he'd separated from Erica, he'd instructed the maids to put the wedding album and photos in the dresser drawer of the bedroom at the other end of the hall.

“While you're at it, if you have his birth certificate and the picture they took of him at the hospital, I could add it,” Reese suggested. “There's a family tree in his book where I can put in pictures of you and his mother, and his grandparents. After he's older, he'll pore over them for hours.”

Nick smiled as the ideas rolled from her. She seemed to really care about Jamie and his future. She was remarkable.

“Later on I'll see what I can dig up.”

“Good.” She took one more picture of the stuffed animal in the bed. “We'll call his baby book
The Penthouse at Pooh Corner.
”

Nick broke into laughter. He couldn't help it, even though it startled Jamie, who fussed for a minute before settling down again. Her way of putting things was a never-ending source of delight.

In the doorway to the hall she said, “You two deserve some quality time together so I'm going to leave you alone. While you're feeding him, would you mind if I took a tour of your apartment?”

“This is your home for the next three months. I want you to treat it as such.”

“Thank you.”

 

Actually Reese's request was an excuse to go back to her room. She'd have all summer to admire the treasures in Nick's home and much preferred to do it when she had the apartment to herself.

The important thing here was to give him time alone with Jamie. Tomorrow he'd have to go back to work. Today was a gift he could enjoy with that adorable little boy who was an absolute dream to take care of.

For the moment she needed to acquaint herself with his kitchen. The disposable bottles of formula the nurse had sent in the diaper bag would be gone in another couple of feedings. Reese had bought the same brand of powdered formula and a set of bottles yesterday. She needed to run them through the dishwasher.

When she reached the fantasy kitchen, she wished Julia Child had been with her so she could hear her go into ecstasy. Now
there
was a chopping block befitting a piece of veal she could slap down and pound the life out of before she turned it into mouthwatering
escalope de veau.

While Reese was still in a bemused state, the house phone rang. It sounded so loud, she jumped in surprise and hurried to pick it up for fear it would wake Jamie, who was probably asleep by now.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Chamberlain? This is Albert, the concierge.”

“Oh, yes. Thank you for your help yesterday, Albert.”