Nanny to the Billionaire's Son. Barbara McMahon

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СКАЧАТЬ Sam. She liked dancing with Mac, but knew it was a night out of time. Monday morning she’d be back at her desk at the Beale Foundation and that night working with the cleaning crew at the towers.

      When the song ended, Mac once again touched her, this time at the small of her back as he guided her from the floor. He was a sensuous man, and she felt cherished and feminine. She hadn’t been touched like that in a long time and she’d never felt this way before.

      “Want something to drink?” he asked, nodding toward the bar.

      “As thirsty as I am right now, the only thing would be water,” she said.

      “Iced sparkling water it is,” he said as he escorted her toward one of the large bars serving the guests. The line moved quickly. Sam watched the dancers on the floor, glancing back to the dining tables. More people were standing around talking than dancing. She would have taken advantage of the orchestra and not merely talked with friends. She didn’t want to miss a beat.

      “Here you go,” he said, handing her a tall glass of ice and sparkling water. She drank quickly, glad for the refreshment. He’d also asked for water and finished before she did, guiding them to where a tray for empties stood. Sam drained her glass and put it down beside his.

      The lights dimmed and another slow song began.

      “Another dance?” he asked.

      She hesitated. But temptation proved too strong.

      “I’d love one more,” she said.

      Once they were circling the floor, Sam wondered if her imagination was playing tricks or if Mac held her even closer than before. Not that she minded. She rested her forehead against his jaw and closed her eyes again. Dancing like this was pure heaven. The shimmering feelings that swept through her only added to the magical feel of the night.

      “Having fun?” he asked softly.

      “The best time,” she replied, realizing it was true. She was so glad she’d come.

      “Me, too. More than I expected.”

      She pulled back and looked at him. “Why’s that?”

      “I thought this more of a duty event—show up, be seen, go home. You’re an unexpected bonus.”

      She smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever been called a bonus before.”

      His phone vibrated. She could feel it as they danced.

      He stopped and pulled it out, glancing at the number calling. “Excuse me, I need to take this.” He guided them to the edge of the floor as he flipped open the phone and spoke.

      “Tommy? What’s up? Why aren’t you in bed?”

      Sam watched the others dancing, but listened to the man talking. Was the call from a child?

      A few moments later Mac hung up. “Sorry about that. Tommy’s my son—he wanted to wait up to wish me Happy New Year, but has to go to bed now, he’s too tired to stay up.”

      “Oh.” Sam had not expected something like this. “I thought you said you weren’t married,” she commented, suddenly wary.

      “I’m not. My wife died three years ago. Today proved to be a hard day. Our longtime housekeeper is leaving in the morning and Tommy’s never known anyone else. I have a new person starting Monday, so for a few days we’ll be batching it ourselves.”

      Sam nodded, her perception of Mac undergoing a subtle change. While he was still wildly attractive, any fantasy she might have had of them becoming a couple came to an abrupt end. She had her own baggage and couldn’t see herself taking on another’s. Not that children weren’t delightful and a blessing, but she was already tied down. She would never achieve her dream if she became entangled with children.

      “How old is he?” she asked, curious despite her resolve.

      “Just three. It’s a cute age.”

      She smiled. She wouldn’t know; she didn’t have the occasion to be around many young children. Her work was with disabled adults, not kids.

      The music was still playing, and he took her back into his arms and they moved onto the floor once again.

      It wasn’t fair, Sam thought as she rested her head against him again. She wanted one fantasy evening and now that was no longer the same knowing Mac was a father and so involved with his son he’d answer a phone call in the middle of a dance.

      But wouldn’t she if Charlene called?

      Family came first. Sighing softly, she tried to capture the sparkle from earlier. It wasn’t hard being held in Mac’s arms. Soon she once again pretended it was just the two of them dancing on a cloud. The music was the perfect tempo; the feelings evoked were nostalgic and warm. Unlike the experience of being held in this man’s arms. She felt as if she were on the edge of a cliff—one step could send her flying, or crashing to the bottom.

      When the song ended, she looked up as the countdown to the New Year began.

      Ten, nine, eight…

      People around the ballroom began the chant. Sam could feel Mac’s arms tighten slightly as the lights dimmed even more.

      …five, four, three…two…one.

      Balloons popped, confetti showered down and the band began the strains to the familiar “Auld Lang Syne.”

      “Happy New Year, Samantha. May all your dreams come true,” Mac said and kissed her.

      After the first second of surprise, she relaxed. His lips were warm and seeking. She closed her eyes and relished every nanosecond. She’d met him only a few hours earlier, but it seemed entirely right to return his kiss to bring in the New Year. Her heart pounded and her body quivered in anticipation. Heat swept through her. Was this the beginning of a great year? Would she ever see him again?

      He ended the kiss when the band started to play a different tune. It took a moment for her to come down to earth. Once again he led and Sam tried to get her spinning senses under control. She never did things like this. She was practical, not given to girlish dreams and foolish hopes. Still, without thought, she smiled and snuggled just a little bit closer. She felt cherished, special, connected—as if they were a couple. A woman could dream once in a while, couldn’t she?

      At the end of that song, the music tempo picked up and Sam pulled back. It was getting late. She should leave, however reluctantly.

      “Another drink?” he asked as they walked from the dance floor.

      “That would be lovely,” she said. This time the line at the bar wasn’t as long and in only moments they each had a glass of champagne. He touched his glass to hers.

      “Make a wish,” he said.

      She did, for the future to be brighter than the past. Sipping, she smiled at him.

      “Is that a tradition I don’t know about?” she asked.

      “In my family it has been. Weddings, christenings, whatever—when СКАЧАТЬ