Urgent: One Nanny Required (Crimson Romance) Read Online Free Page B

raised her head as she heard a cough.
    “You’re sitting in the back? How about up front instead and that way I can talk to you about what’s going to be going on while you and Theo are here.”
    “Sure. You’re the boss.” The comment sounded sarcastic even to her own ears and she bit her lip, noting the narrowing of his eyes as he got in. She made her way around again before stopping as she realized that the left side was the drivers’, not the passenger side.
    The air conditioning and soft-as-butter black leather interior felt divine against her skin and she was sure she would have drifted off if the rest of her wasn’t so aware of him.
    “This is a nice car. A white Mercedes — I didn’t think that was your style.” He’d slipped a pair of aviator shades on, the
Top Gun
look proving lethal to her senses and she looked determinedly out the window as they approached the motorways.
    “Wish I could take the credit but it’s a hire. What did you think I’d drive? Bright red Jag?” She could hear the laughter in his voice and going with the idea that it was a rhetorical question, thought better than to reply. At the small mew-like noise from the back, she turned around to see Theo fast asleep, mouth open emitting small noises like a snoring kitten.
    “He’s exhausted. I brought him once to the States before, but he was much younger. How was the trip over?” She turned to face him, glad he had his eyes on the road so she could look at him unnoticed.
    She’d made a deal with herself on the plane. Yes, he was good-looking so of course she would probably stare once in a while but that did not mean a thing and it never would. She wasn’t a man-hater, but in her experience they were out for one thing only. If you were that type of girl, then fine. If you weren’t, then you were like her; dating only the safe ones. Like Ben. Safe, predictable Ben. When it ended, her heart didn’t break which was a win in her book. And as for film directors; just no.
    “The trip was fine, thanks. Being in first class probably helped.”
    “Good, good. So … Theo said you were scared. You’ve never flown before?” He did look at her then and she was perturbed to find herself staring back at her own reflection, wishing she could see his eyes. Belle had been a great believer in eyes being the window to what someone was thinking and feeling, and right now she knew zip about Nick.
    “Nope. Been on lots of cruise ships and trains, though. Not going on planes as a kid, I guess I’ve ended up with a little fear of flying but apparently that’s been cured.” It was just her aversion to Hollywood that still remained.
    He nodded, as if it was an acceptable answer. “Rania. That’s an interesting name. It’s not English?”
    She narrowed her eyes at the unexpected question.
    “More questions, Mr.Trenton? I thought I had my interview at the sweet shop?”
    He shrugged as if that was an irrelevant observation to this conversation.
    “I thought we agreed you would call me Nick. And that wasn’t an interview.” At her snort, he carried on, “Well it wasn’t meant to be. And I’m just curious. It’s not a name you hear every day. You can’t shoot a guy for asking.” His hand was spread wide in a gesture of peace.
    Biting back the smile that was beginning to form, she stared down at her hands wishing now she had had a manicure. The short, unglossed nails suddenly seemed at odds with her new ultra glossy surroundings.
    “Rania means ‘delightful’ in Arabic. My … er … father was half-Lebanese and half-American so I think it came from him.”
    “You think?” The dubious expression he threw her was a clear sign she’d just opened up a box of mysteries he was now determined to solve. Great.
    “Yes, think. My folks didn’t stay together after I was born. I guess my mum thought it’d be nice to give me a name that showed a little of my heritage,” she managed to say evenly. It was too long ago to be upset by that now.