Being His Nanny (A New Adult Romance): Part 1 (5 page)

I instantly felt different.

I was in a different world. It was as if I almost had been transported to an entirely different earth plane.

              Deep in thought and in a trance, I glanced out the window, letting my tears dry. “Thank you for asking. Yes, horrified! I just lost my wallet, my money. My notebook and favorite pen for class. My notes! Ugh!” I let out another moan, the sound causing his eyes to narrow in on me more.

              “Well, that all can be replaced. I’ll help you.”

“I probably just lost my job anyway.”

“That’s not so. Come, let’s have a little breakfast, and I’ll drop you off to your extensive.”

Too shaken up to even argue, I just nodded my sleep deprived traumatized head.

It was eight AM, although if felt like late in the day. I felt like I had lived a whole day already. “My classes take place just around the corner, but I forgot the address to the class. And my phone! Crap!” I ran my figures through the tops of my pony tail and put my head in my hands and started to cry.

“Darling, don’t worry. A pretty girl like you should save her tears for orphans or those in need. These needs of yours, I’ll replace it all for you.”

“But why would you do that for me?”

“Because I can. Because I’m kind. Here’s what we’ll do.” He reached for his phone. “Will, please Google the acting extensive that’s off—”

“Kingston street,” I answered for him.

“With Kingston please. Thank you. While you’re in class, I’ll have someone get you a new phone. Was your passport in your bag?”

I shook my head no.

“Well, that’s at least a good thing. Anything else?”

“My make up…small other things.”

“Fixable. I’ll help you get an upgrade. See?”

I sat, feeling numb.

“Here, drink this.” I finished the mimosa, the edge taken off. I’d never had alcohol this early before. Wasn’t a habit I wanted to start but today it was a good idea.

“I’ll pick you up at what time?”

“Two.”

“Perfect. Penelope gets out of her school at 2:30.”

Chapter Six

It was a complete miracle that I was able to focus at all during the first day of class. I was shaken up, yes, enough for Sky to notice. After all, my knees were bandaged, and a few students saw me get out of the limo, which caused quite the humming buzz.

“Are you sure there isn’t something you want to tell me?” she whispered while our director was giving his lecture.

“I was robbed. Late for work. And he was there again. It’s as simple as that.”

Hours later, we were finished with our extensive and were huddling outside of our building when the elusive limo pulled up.

“And so he’s here again, I presume.”

“He has my things.”

“Your things?”

“I was robbed, Sky. I lost everything. He’s replacing them for me.”

She raised an eye brow but quickly looked down at her feet. “Okay, well, just call me immediately if any funny business happens.”

The door was opened for me by Will, the driver and chauffer. I slid in with a smile on my face, excited to see him again. Instead I saw a small bundle of packages and a note. The smile fell from my face.

Chelsea,

I am sorry about your horrible morning. I hope you will enjoy an upgrade—the latest iPhone model, your new bag, make up, study materials, and extra goodies I saw fit for an American princess. I hope you will find your new things suitable for what you’ve lost.

Will will take you to pick up Penelope from her school and bring you back to the estate for a nice dinner. I would like to discuss something with you.

Jackson

Huh. I’d like to discuss something with you? Discuss what?

My heart warmed and fluttered with butterflies as I read the words—
American Princess.

I placed the note aside and saw the iPhone box.
My new iPhone.
The cell phone I had lost was one of the oldest models and had a crack on it. I opened the box to see a shiny new model. It was a thin gold one. As I pressed on, I saw all of the new upgrades.

The background of my cellphone was already set. It was a beautiful pasture covered with pretty red wild flowers. I naturally went to my contact list. I felt my stomach drop. Everything was gone. I quickly added my mother’s contacts and Sky’s. Both were memorized by heart. I played around with my phone enough to realize my number remained the same. I guess it would be a slow gather of my now lost contacts.
I’m sorry. I lost my cell phone. May I ask who this is?

I placed the phone aside with a sigh only to be replaced with a gasp. There was a plethora of Dior makeup. As in, a whole line of makeup.

Mascara, a hand full of eye shadow pallets, blush, foundation, concealers, brushes, on top of La Prairie skin care—which I didn’t even have skin care in my purse! This must have cost him thousands of dollars! And I had only lost a few items…I saw a Louis Vuitton folder. I opened it to see new college ruled notebook inside. Sky would flip out! Not even she, Ms. Little Rich Girl, had ones of these! She’d die, indeed. Next to the package was a nice array of Godiva chocolates and bouquet of dozens of pink roses that filled the limo with fragrant smells. He really went all out to make me feel better. This again made me feel so special, giddy, and almost glad I was robbed! Imagine that! But it felt so nice to feel pampered.

As I went through my new makeup and admired the beautiful colors, we finally made our way to Penelope’s school. I hadn’t even realized we had stopped until the door was opened for me by Will.

“Are you ready Ms. Chelsea?” And with that, Will escorted met to her adorable classroom.

“Chelsea!!!” She ran to me and hugged my legs. “Oh, I just knew you’d come!”

“Did you?”

I couldn’t help but laugh as the teacher waved by to me. “Mr. Maxwell informed the school you’d be here today picking her up. You’re fine to take her.”

So his last name was Maxwell.

My jaw hung open and nothing came out. I was shocked. But then again not shocked.
Had he known I’d really come to pick up his daughter?
So much had happened today. It was such a crazy day.

We made our way back into the limo. Penelope immediately made her way to the flowers. “Awww…these are beautiful!”

“Why thank you, princess.”

“You think I’m a princess?” Her big eyes looked up at me.

“Well, of course I do.”

“And look at all of this make up.”

She sounded so excited. I couldn’t help but to giggle at her admiration and her enthusiasm.

“Would you like to have a little make up play date in the limo on the way home?”

She nodded excitingly as she closed her eyes as if ready for me to apply her makeup. “But you mean car,” she corrected me.

“Oh, right. Of course. The car.”

Limo! Car! Oh her little world she lived in.
To say that she’s adorable is an understatement. I’d never met such a cute little girl before. Her hair was in long golden waves like Rapunzel. Her big eyes innocent, brave, and daring like a Disney character. And her little heart on display, a full ranging spectrum of emotions of loss, sadness, excitement and exuberance; which I in this moment was able to bring her to such a place of high spirits. The highlight of my day.

Entire neighborhoods dropped off and there was nothing but pretty wilderness and then more neighborhoods and back to wilderness again. Definite outskirts, but gorgeous farmland, incredibly gorgeous. Horses roamed free, as did sheep and other wild life. The pastures were deep green, so green if they were any more vibrant the blades of grass would simply burst into song and dance. I was just sure of it. So much beauty to admire. Farm houses, rolling hills, incredibly small roads.

              Penelope’s head rested on my lap, her cute little hands reaching for my knee. She was out cold. My heart responded warmly to her genuine affection towards me. I didn’t want to wake her, so I decided to keep as still as possible.

The hum of the limo driving along the rocky road filled in the silence as I was lost in my thoughts and daydreams.

The driver finally turned. It was the first time he’d turned down another road in about half an hour. This road was narrower, with more trees and a few houses starting popping up from behind the awesomely big trees.
Huge houses
. Big trees and huge houses and nice cars and dogs that looked like they could be in those fancy dog pageants. 

              There it was. The castle on a hill. An enormous ivory French country mansion surrounded by pristine gardens with bursting vibrant flowers and green lush rolling acreage. They even had gorgeous horses galloping freely next to a nice sized private lake with a deck and gazebo. It was the English countryside ideal scene from PBS movies. Immaculate white fences separated the horses’ land and the exquisite gardens. There was so much to look at. I didn’t even know where to turn next.

              The limo door opened, causing excitement to stir. The urge for an adventure was building in my chest.

              “Ladies,” Will addressed us.

              Penelope let out a long yawn as she stretched her arms wide and long. She looked at me and smiled, her pink lip gloss shimmering all the more. I had dusted her eyelids with periwinkle and her cheeks with light pink.

              “Well, welcome to my home, Chelsea.”

“That’s Ms. Chelsea, dear,” Jackson had corrected. There he stood in the entry way of his grand estate in a white polo, blue jeans, and barefoot. He smelled as is he just got out of the shower. So fresh. Crisp. Sexy. I had to focus on the giant light oak door and the burning gas lanterns so I wouldn’t lust over his incredible hotness!

“Well don’t you look beautiful, Penelope.” He picked his daughter and she hugged his neck.

“Thank you. Ms. Chelsea did my make up!” Her eyes practically doubled in size with her cute bubby enthusiasm.

I could see the genuine appreciation warm Jackson’s face. “Well, she did a lovely job.” Ah, swoon. That accent. I’d never get over it.              

We stopped in the corridor, which was a small white closet-sized area with a small gold chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

A man dressed in a suit with white gloves stepped forward to take my things.

“Chelsea, this is Theadore. Theadore Ms. Chelsea Pierce.”

“Nice to meet you, my lady.”

“Uh, likewise?” I had answered him with the inflection of a question. I wasn’t used to such formality. I felt myself blushing.

              “Theodore, please bring Chelsea and I refreshments and cucumber sandwiches in my sitting room. Penelope, darling. Why don’t you go into the kitchen with Theodore for your afternoon snack?”

“But I want to stay with Miss Chelsea.”

“You will. But we need to discuss a few things. Why don’t you let Theodore put on your favorite show, yes?”

We were led into “his sitting room,” a near circular living room with old wooden floors with roughly one inch nails securing each plank. A large window with white sheer curtains contrasted against the dark wood, making it a chic man’s room. It was very rustic and went against the French design a bit, but it definitely screamed man room. A gigantic plasma TV took up an entire wall and framed photographs of Marilyn Monroe decorated another the wall.

The ceiling was huge, and there was an iron wine rack. Jackson took a bottle of wine out and two glasses.

              “Wow, this is…”

              “So this is where I like to relax,” Jackson shamelessly interrupted me. “Sit.” He patted the spot next to him. “Theodore will be bringing us some snacks soon after of course, he gets Penelope situated. He’s having to do two jobs at the moment since I’m currently
nanny shopping
.”

              “Ouch…” I winced as I sat down.

“I’m sorry…you’re in so much pain. My daughter’s mother would always kiss her scraped knees. Nothing like the soothing comfort from lips that care,” he said as he opened the wine and filled our glasses.

He spoke the words so fast with that accent of his. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I finally thought I was getting the hint from him. The sexual charge was so thick it could light New York City. It was such a forward statement. I wanted him to speak more of this. My chest vibrated with electricity, with nerves exploding through my body.

He handed me a glass of red wine, and I tried my best to swirl it like we had the day before. I felt a bit stupid honestly. But, oh well! I took a sip of wine before nearly chocking as I felt his touch on me. I quickly swallowed before clearing my throat.

“How is it?”

“The… the wine?” I stammered.

His hand cupped my knee before his fingers trailed softly around my bandage, making me forget completely about the momentary pain.

I couldn’t breathe.

“No precious, your knee.”

He then trailed lightly over the sticky adhesive of the bandage, causing me to let out a small moan. I was mortified. Did that just come out of my vocal box?

It was the strangest thing. It hurt like hell, yet I didn’t want his touch to stop. I actually wanted him to lightly graze over my wound in some strange sadistic way.
What had come over me?

I felt my desire growing
down there
and naturally re-crossed my legs, feeling utterly and completely embarrassed. He retracted his hand and shifted himself in the sofa, all the while with a sly smile. As if he’d been caught. As if he could read my thoughts. As if he could smell my desire.

“Sorry…um…that tickled a bit.”

“Are you ticklish?”

“Very.”

Again. The smile, the half smile making him look so devilishly sexy. “Hmm…”

“Tell me something…“Chelsea, why did you come to London?” he asked.

“To…study…to learn, in my acting extensive?”

              “You sound like you’re asking me,” he said, opening a magazine and lazily flipping through it. Jackson had a nice mouth – perfectly white teeth that looked strong, and that sexy stubble. It commanded a presence. Something was suddenly coming over me – I felt very aroused again. The way he looked at me…

              “I’m not.”

              “That also sounded like a question. I think what you need is direction, Chelsea, and you’re not going to get it at that sad little coffee shop with Harry. Most jobs only exist because…humans…” He pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes. “Are so fucking lazy. We could all make our own coffee in the morning…” He dropped his hand and opened his nice blue eyes again. “Anyway, I’m getting off track. What are your parents like?” Jackson asked me again, in a very reserved tone.

              “Well my mom worries a lot and my dad…died…died when I was twelve.”

              “I’m sorry.” Jackson sipped his wine. I liked how he apologized. It was all that needed to be said, his apology, he knew dragging out sympathy would just be awkward and sad. It was time to move on. Everything Jackson said, along with the way he said it, seemed so well practiced.