“I’m sorry to have inconvenienced you,” Hawk said, genuinely contrite. “I’m deeply indebted to you. If you haven’t already gathered as much, my children mean everything to me.”
Even so, Hawk hated to be beholden to anyone. If there was a way to settle the score, he would like to get it out of the way now before this young woman discovered how truly wealthy he was. Having encountered more gold diggers in his life than he could count without the aid of a calculator, he was leery of accepting favors from anyone. Long ago he had given up on the idea of anyone doing him a good turn without an ulterior motive.
“I’d be more than happy to pay you for your trouble,” Hawk offered, reaching into his pants pocket for his wallet.
Ella looked startled.
Hurt.
“Certainly not,” she responded stiffly. “But if you wouldn’t mind me placing a long-distance call on your phone, I’d really like to try rescheduling an interview that I’m in the process of missing right now.”
Again she felt the man’s eyes perusing her appearance. Knowing she must look frightful after trekking through the underbrush, Ella scowled at him. After all, it was his fault that she looked so disheveled. Her sense of moral obligation had taken its toll. Beneath the heat of the day, she had wilted like a store-bought rose. Her best shoes, which had not been designed for overland excursions through tangled brush, were completely ruined. And a glance in the mirror near his desk showed red marks across her cheek, scratches that attested to branches smacking her in the face. By the time she straggled inside this luxurious home, she looked better prepared to apply for a job as a safari guide than a waitress.
She most certainly did not need this particular hunk to make her feel even less attractive than usual. Abandoned by her father at birth and orphaned by her mother’s premature death ten years later, Ella was past the preferred age of adoption when she entered the state’s social system. Each time a prospective parent passed her over for a baby, a toddler, or a prettier, blond, blue-eyed little girl, she became convinced that her own freckled-faced, red-haired—the bane of her existence—plain looks were not going to get her anywhere in this world. So instead she chose to cultivate other attributes like diligence, competence, loyalty and a fertile imagination that could take her far beyond any institutional walls.
The children’s father didn’t return Ella’s scowl. Instead a dazzling smile spread across his face. One could almost see the proverbial lightbulb going on over his head.
“I’ve got a better idea,” he said, stepping forward and pinning her with a gaze that could best be described as predatory.
Startled, Ella took a step backward and tripped over the arm of a plush chair.
Hawk reached out a hand to stop her tumble in midair.
At his touch, Ella felt a whoosh of air leave her lungs. Her lips formed a perfect “O” that filled the room with an exclamation of astonishment. A zing of electricity passed from his hand to hers, locking them in a current of pure sexual energy. Ella’s pulse skittered. Her eyes widened in surprise. His, she noted, were the most remarkable shade of gray shot through with golden flecks, and they sparkled with male awareness. And if she wasn’t mistaken, he was no more immune to the electricity generated by their touch than she was.
Ella wasn’t sure what had gotten into her. Never in all her life had a man affected her so immediately. So entirely.
“Are you okay?” he asked, a knowing grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Had her knees actually turned gelatinous? Ella wondered as she attempted to steady herself. She might not be the prettiest doll on the shelf, but she’d always prided herself on being graceful. And relatively quick-witted.
This klutz act was downright embarrassing.
She hastened to assure herself as much as him. “I’m fine. Really.”
Removing her hand from his was like tearing two magnets apart. It took an act of supreme willpower. Grateful that she had somehow managed to break contact with him physically, Ella deliberately stepped around the offending chair and placed it between them as a barrier.
Hawk suppressed a grin. Surely this sweet little thing didn’t think he was going to chase her around the furniture like some lecherous villain in a moldy, old situation comedy. As a successful international business entrepreneur and widowed father of two, he was way past playing those kinds of silly games. Burdened by responsibilities which he shouldered himself, he hadn’t entertained thoughts of a sexual nature for so long that it was actually comical. For goodness’ sakes, Ella McBride was just a child herself. A virgin, too, he’d bet by the way she’d reacted to his touch. Why, the poor thing was practically hyperventilating.
“There’s no need to look so frightened,” he said, hoping to avoid having to instruct her on how to breathe deeply into a paper bag. “I have no intention of forcing myself on you. I just want to offer you a job.”
Ella’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What kind of job?”
“None that requires you dressing up in a sexy French maid’s outfit if that’s what you’re worried about,” he assured her with an irresistible smile that had her reaching for that chair all over again.
Digging her nails into its velvet upholstery, Ella did her best to look aloof and sophisticated. It was obvious that this man found her a funny, naive little fool. Which, of course, she was. What would anyone as obviously rich and handsome as this man want with an ugly duckling like her? Certainly not the sexual dalliance that she had imagined for the split second that had sent her pulse racing full speed down that long, well-traveled road of her imagination.
“Not only do I feel terrible about causing you to miss your interview,” Hawk assured her. “I really could use your services. Clearly my children are taken with you.”
Considering that it might well take a crowbar to pry them from her side, it was a gross understatement.
“And I really do need your help.”
“Are you asking me to be your nanny?” Ella asked in dismay.
What was it about her that gave off such strong maternal vibes? She felt far too young to be pigeonholed so early as a full-time caregiver. Having just discovered how full life could be on her own, she wasn’t overly eager to give up her freedom just yet.
Misunderstanding, Billy began jumping up and down in excitement. “Yeah, you can be our new mommy!”
Even though she didn’t know exactly what was going on, Sarah, too, began dancing in place and chanting, “Mommy, mommy, mommy!”
“Nanny!” Ella and Hawk corrected in chorus.
Seeing the becoming blush coloring her cheeks pink as apple blossoms, Hawk tried smoothing over the awkwardness of the moment. “That word has such a menial connotation. Couldn’t you just think of it as helping out a desperate father and children?”
Desperate was too mild a word for how Hawk was feeling. Over the past year he had developed a new appreciation of what such “menial” work entailed. Backbreaking, exasperating, and unappreciated, it nonetheless had intrinsic rewards that could never be found in a boardroom. After Lauren’s death, Hawk came to realize just how much distance his job had put between him and his family. For a time he’d felt more like a stranger than a father. The children were only just now beginning to open up to him. Being included in their nighttime prayers, reading them their favorite stories and feeling their little arms wrapped around his neck in a tight hug was all the incentive he needed to work out whatever problems might arise. Working at home would give him the opportunity to forge that precious connection with his children. Having someone to help him oversee them while he attempted to run a business was the perfect solution to provide for their safety and his sanity.
Price was no object in procuring this young woman’s services, and “no” was not