Baby for the Billionaire(50)
He called the next name on the list. “Annalise Stefano.”
He wasn’t the least surprised when the woman he’d been studying tucked away her book, shouldered her purse and stood. Somehow, the name fit. She walked toward him with a long, easy stride that suited her lean, coltish build. A tiny curl sprang loose from the tight control she’d attempted to impose on it and bounced against her temple in joyful exuberance. He almost smiled. Her hair was one of the layers he’d love to peel away. How would she look with all those curls tumbling down her back in total abandon?
“I’m Annalise,” she said, and offered her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mason.”
He took her hand in his and felt the odd dichotomy of fine bones in opposition to a tensile strength. Did it reflect the woman? He suspected it did. He forced himself to release her, when in truth he experienced a sharp desire to tug her closer, if only to see how she’d react, to see how deep that self-control ran. Not good. Whomever he chose for this job would be his temporary wife, a woman he’d want out of his life as soon as feasible. That meant their relationship could be boiled down to two words.
Hands. Off.
“Ms. Stefano,” he said. “Come with me.” He started to close the door to his office and caught a glimpse of another of the applicants scurrying toward the exit. Hell. Five down, though at least it was the one who’d advocated spanking. He closed the door and waved a hand toward one of the two chairs in front of his desk. “Have a seat while I review your résumé.”
He scanned it quickly to refresh his memory. Right, right. He remembered this one. He’d almost rejected her out of hand because she had so little practical experience. What had tipped the scales in her favor was the fact that she’d received her teaching certificate in early childhood and elementary education, as well as in special ed, and that she’d possessed glowing recommendations. They were right in line with the qualifications Derek recommended in his future bride.
“I assume my assistant explained why I’m in need of a nanny?”
“Yes, she did. I also read about the tragedy in the newspapers, Mr. Mason. I’m very sorry for your loss.”
He inclined his head, relieved that he didn’t have to go into lengthy explanations. The papers had been quite thorough in that regard. “I’m afraid you had the pleasure of meeting my niece, Isabella, a few minutes ago.”
Annalise offered a quick smile, one that transformed her face, lifting it from striking to luminescent. “So I gathered.”
“As you can see, she’s having a difficult time making the transition.” He held out his hands. “And who can blame her? Not only did she lose her parents three months ago, but she’s been uprooted from her home in Colorado.”
Sympathy radiated off Annalise and her eyes glittered with a wealth of emotion. “That explains a lot about her current behavior.”
Jack inclined his head. “When she first came to live with me, I contacted an agency to hire a qualified daytime caregiver. I went through their entire portfolio the first month. The longest stayed a week. The shortest clocked in at just under an hour. Since then, I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands and hire someone myself. Which brings me to your application, Ms. Stefano.”
“Please call me Annalise.”
“Fine. Annalise it is.” He paused on the first page of her application. “You’re qualified to teach elementary school. Why have you applied for a position as a nanny?”
She didn’t hesitate, clearly anticipating the question. “I’m interested in attaining my master’s before taking on a teaching job. This position will provide me with more flexibility than teaching and fewer hours of preparation while I pursue that goal.”
He tilted his head to one side. That would fit in with his own plans. She could pursue her master’s program—a program he’d be only too happy to pay for—while playing the role of devoted wife and mother. “Would you be willing to commit to an employment contract of two full years? And would you be willing to homeschool Isabella, if needed?”
She folded her hands in her lap and met his gaze dead-on. “It will take me two years to complete my master’s program, so that aspect isn’t a problem. Since it’s the end of the school year right now, your niece and I will have the summer to work out a comfortable routine before fall classes begin. If you want to initiate a schooling program for her at that point, I’ll have the next few months to put together a curriculum that meets with your approval. Then I can implement Isabella’s lessons while I begin evening classes toward my master’s.”