"Jesus," Max muttered under his breath, eyes wide, his hand clenching the doorknob as he checked out the hottie at his door. The second he heard the knock on his apartment door, he knew it had to be one of the four nannies he was interviewing today, but never in his wildest dreams did he ever expect to find such an absolute smokeshow standing on the other side.
Tall, leggy, lean and with a face like an angel, in a little summery pale blue sundress that perfectly hugged her rocking body, long white-blonde hair shimmering around her shoulders, big blue eyes and what had to be the prettiest smile he'd ever seen. No way in hell could ever hire someone that looked like her - at least not without losing his mind.
He turned his head when he heard his three year old daughter sweetly murmur to her from behind him, "Hello."
Thea felt her heart melt at the first sight of the adorable little blonde haired, blue-eyed cherub. Instantly bending down to talk to her on her level, she said, "Hello. Aren't you precious? And what's your name?"
Chloe smiled up at her dad. "I'm Chloe, and we're making pancakes, you want some?"
As Thea looked over at the father, his black t-shirt and jeans dusted with what she now realized was flour, she wondered how on earth she'd ever be able to work for a man who looked as hot as he did. Jaw-droppingly handsome with perfectly styled thick dark hair, teasing smoky gray eyes, strong dark shadowy jaw - and a body that was already making her sweat - wow. And with muscles to spare, judging from his biceps bulging enticingly from his T-shirt, and mouth-watering washboard abs, too. She knew she'd never seen a better looking man in her life, even just in body-hugging jeans. And she couldn't believe how every last inch of her was going all tingly, just from looking at him.
Finally remembering his manners, Max stepped away from the door and said, "Won't you come in?"
Once inside, Thea's gaze flitted around his gorgeous apartment. And she smiled noticing a doll sitting in a place of honor in a red wing back chair in the tidy living room. Then she grinned at Max as she reached out and impulsively brushed a bit of flour off the end of his nose with her fingertip, telling him, "You have a touch of flour there."
Swallowing hard just from the feel of hand, Max nodded, deciding he'd have to try and find a way to let her down as nicely as he could. With a name like Thea Nilsson, for some reason he imagined she'd be a little on the round side and middle-aged with a big purse tucked under her ample breasts and a tight little gray-streaked bun sitting on top of her head. But he sure as hell never dreamed of finding someone that looked like
her
standing there - gorgeous enough to model, he'd sure as hell be happy to buy whatever she was selling. Unfortunately, he could already tell that she just wasn't nanny material - way too pretty and even worse, way too tempting - and much too young to want to have around. So, as much as he hated to, he'd have let her down easy and send her on her away.
Then when he noticed her offering her hand to introduce herself, explaining to him, "I'm Thea Nilsson, the agency sent me," he wanted to smack his head. What was wrong with him? Running his own security agency, he dealt with people every day. And yet he was too stunned from checking her out to even remember to go through the niceties of telling her who he was.
Enveloping her soft little hand in his, he said, "Nice to meet you, Thea. I'm Max West and this is my daughter Chloe, who just turned three and a half yesterday, right Chloe?"
The little girl smiled up at her, rocking on her heels as she proudly told her, "Yes. And my grandma says I'm getting to be a big girl now."
Watching the way the man's eyes warmed as he smiled down at his daughter, like she was his entire world, almost had Thea tearing up. She knew from the agency he'd hired to find her that his wife had passed away and he was looking for some help caring for his little girl, so he could get back into the swing at things at work. But she honestly had never seen a man who appeared more devoted to his child.
Chloe tugged impatiently on her father's hand, telling, him, "Come on, Daddy, we have to make some pancakes for Thea now, too. And we still have to heat the pan up, to cook 'em remember?"
Smiling into Thea's eyes as he let his little daughter lead him back into the kitchen, Max mentioned to Thea, "I noticed, you come very highly recommended."
Thea nodded as she walked with them. "Yes. I just worked for the Argentinian ambassador's family, and their three adorable little boys. Though they really wanted to keep me, unfortunately the father got a new posting, and I decided not to follow them to Kenya, since I'm also trying to pursue my Master's degree in my spare time here."
"Oh, really, and what are you studying?"
She grinned at Chloe as she told him, "Child Studies. I've always loved children, and I think it's my calling to work with them."
Max nodded, looking impressed. Brains and beauty, a pretty lethal combo, and especially with a body that could make a grown man weep. Still, having a gorgeous young thing like her around every day could only lead to disaster. A little too tempting to resist, unfortunately he knew he'd have to turn her down no matter how qualified she was.
Once they got into his beautiful state of the art white and gray granite countered kitchen, Thea wrinkled her nose at the mess on the centre island. The stove top, counter and even the floor were dripping with batter and dusted with flour, and it looked like every cooking implement he owned was sitting on the countertop, covered in bits of dried goo. Without even asking, she walked over and opened a few cupboards until she spied a cookie sheet. Taking it over to the counter, she quickly cleared away the clutter and then got some paper towel, wet it at the sink and wiped down the stove, counter top and splotches on the floor, until everything was nice and clean. And Max just stood and blinked, shocked at how quickly she'd stepped in and cleared it all up -and without even having to be asked.
Though he wasn't much of a cook, whenever his daughter wanted to work in the kitchen, he couldn't find it in him to refuse her. Impressed, he looked over at the Thea, washing her hands at the sink. "Wow. That was fast."
Thea grinned at him over her shoulder. "My mother taught me from an early age to always clean as I go. So whenever I see a mess, I just clean it."
Then, standing back at the counter, biting into her lip, Thea looked suspiciously into the bowl of lumpy batter, with big chunks of gooey looking flour floating on the top, sceptically asking him, "Have you tried to make anything with this yet?"
"No," Chloe answered, shaking her head, explaining to her, "Daddy said it doesn't look right, and it's kind of gross. So we might have to throw it out and try to make it again."
Both of them grinning at Chloe's serious expression, Thea suggested, "Well, I could make you some fresh batter if you'd like. In Sweden, where I come from, everyone loves pancakes. And I've been making them since I was little." Then she smiled down at the girl. "And you could help, too, if you'd like, Chloe."
Chloe smiled from ear to ear as Thea gently hoisted her onto the counter and then got a clean bowl out of the cupboard and started measuring everything they'd need inside. Explaining to the girl what they were doing as they worked together, getting her to count each ingredient and letting her dump everything inside the big earthenware bowl, making her feel useful. And finally after helping Chloe to mix it all together with a big wooden spoon, the batter was ready.
As Max watched Thea patiently work with his daughter, he had to admit she was amazing. If he didn't know she'd just walked in, he'd think they'd had her in their lives forever. "So what can I do to help?" he finally asked her, when he came out of his stupor.
Thea smiled over at him and suggested, "Guess you could set the table for us."
As he set the plates and flatware down on the glass-topped table, Max started to realize that he might as well just call the agency and let them know that he'd found his nanny, whether it was a good idea to hire her or not.
And when he glanced over and saw her tucking a lock of Chloe's soft blonde hair behind her ear as she gently cupped her face in her hands, smiling into her eyes, it pretty much clinched it. And just the way his daughter was smiling back up at her so adoringly, he knew he had no choice but to give her a chance. Already he could tell she'd fit right in, and that Chloe would love her to bits. Now all he had to do was remember, no matter how hot she looked, that she was strictly off limits and that he was not going to get wrapped up in her, too.
Now if only he could convince his traitorous body that that was the plan.
And no surprise, the pancakes she made were to die for. Light as air, tender and delectable, he'd be happy to hire her for her cooking skills alone, as he quietly moaned over every bite. Already Max could tell with the way that Chloe was happily smiling up at her, wrinkling her little nose as she happily munched away, as Thea smiled right back, that she was just what his girl needed.
Though he was sure that her mother had loved her in her own way, she'd never really been much of maternal figure for their daughter. Too interested in enjoying herself, he'd had to take on the lion's share of caring for her, pretty much from the day she was born. Over the last three and half years he'd nursed her through colic, teething, scraped knees and sniffles, while his wife had literally been out partying her life away.
Already, just looking at her, he had a feeling that Thea wouldn't be much of a partier, and would probably be a pretty selflessly devoted care giver, which was exactly what he was looking for. And of course he knew his daughter could really use a woman's influence in her life. Lord knew his meddling mother-in-law had told him often enough, that although he was a good father, a young girl beginning to grow up needed a mother figure, too. Now he just hoped that no one would assume that he'd hired her looks alone. Because wow, as he sipped at his coffee, studying her over the rim of his cup, he knew he'd never get tired of looking at her, she was just so utterly stunning.
Just then she looked up and smiled into his eyes, and he really had to fight not to groan. Under different circumstances, he'd probably make a play for her. But considering the fact she was here for the sole purpose of caring for his child, he'd just have to try and pretend that she wasn't the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and that just looking into the teasing glint in her eyes wasn't already starting to make him grow hard.