talking them into an activity today than yesterday.
“If you say so. After all, you’re the nanny. They also need…what is it you learned at your institute - health, nutrition and interpersonal relationships, am I right?” His gaze moved from her face to her casual outfit, his eyes lingering on her T-shirt and on down to her bare legs. She felt self-conscious. Was she wrong about the obsolete nanny outfit? Had he expected her to resemble Nanny Chisholm? “Oh, and power point too. We must not forget that.”
“Is there something wrong?” she asked, realizing his gaze was fixed on the outfit she wore. The contrast between his clothes and hers was striking. But she didn’t work in a bank in Milan. She was the nanny, she reminded herself, and she would never cross over that line again, though today it would be hard for a casual observer to know what she was or what she did.
“No,” he said brusquely. “Not yet.”
Not yet? Her heart sank as she realized he fully expected something to go wrong as it had with every other nanny so far. Sabrina was a little dazed by the way he kept staring at her, and the way he’d recounted the items on her resume in his deep voice. She managed to give him what she hoped was a confident smile.
She had to admit the sight of his crisp shirt and well-cut suit that fit his tall, well-muscled body as if it had been made for him which it most probably had – had an effect on her mind. Surely it was only the groggy feeling she had from lying awake into the small hours of the morning, then waking up with a jolt. Surely today she’d have more perspective on him and this whole Italian fairy-tale setting. Today she’d get to work with the twins, practice being interviewed, and hopefully avoid their father which was why she was there, so he could avoid them.
“Then I leave them in your hands, and you in theirs,” he added with a brief twist of his lips in what might have been an attempt at a smile. “Here is my card with my cell phone number where I can always be reached. Since I will be in meetings all day, crucial to the merger I’m working on, I trust you will not need to interrupt them.”
“Certainly not,” Sabrina said. It would take a massive disaster like an earthquake or flood to get her to phone the prince.
“That goes for the girls as well,” he said. “They are strictly forbidden to call me at work unless it is an emergency.”
“I will see that they don’t,” Sabrina said.
“If you do, you will be the first to accomplish it.”
As the chauffeur pulled the Lamborghini Sports Sedan in front of the house, she watched her employer grab a briefcase and get into the back seat of the car. He didn’t give her a glance. While she watched, he opened his briefcase and she assumed was already at work.
Had he even said good-bye to the twins? How different from her last boss who shared breakfast with his daughter, then said a fond farewell after telling her to call him anytime during the day. His assistant knew to put her through no matter when or where or what he was doing. That’s how important she was to him. She felt sorry for the prince not having that kind of relationship with his daughters.
She found the girls in the kitchen eating bread and jam and big cups of café au lait. She wondered if the caffeine was too much stimulation for their small bodies, but hesitated to make suggestions before she felt more secure in the job.
They were wearing shorts and shirts with “Lago di Como Sportif” on them and had already packed small matching backpacks. Sabrina had a brief troubling feeling that she wasn’t really needed at all. But of course she was, she assured herself. Someone had to drive the girls to the lake. And in the afternoon she’d be ready to hit the ground running with planned activities and figure out a way to get them to participate.
They looked so cute in their matching outfits, Sabrina
“If you say so. After all, you’re the nanny. They also need…what is it you learned at your institute - health, nutrition and interpersonal relationships, am I right?” His gaze moved from her face to her casual outfit, his eyes lingering on her T-shirt and on down to her bare legs. She felt self-conscious. Was she wrong about the obsolete nanny outfit? Had he expected her to resemble Nanny Chisholm? “Oh, and power point too. We must not forget that.”
“Is there something wrong?” she asked, realizing his gaze was fixed on the outfit she wore. The contrast between his clothes and hers was striking. But she didn’t work in a bank in Milan. She was the nanny, she reminded herself, and she would never cross over that line again, though today it would be hard for a casual observer to know what she was or what she did.
“No,” he said brusquely. “Not yet.”
Not yet? Her heart sank as she realized he fully expected something to go wrong as it had with every other nanny so far. Sabrina was a little dazed by the way he kept staring at her, and the way he’d recounted the items on her resume in his deep voice. She managed to give him what she hoped was a confident smile.
She had to admit the sight of his crisp shirt and well-cut suit that fit his tall, well-muscled body as if it had been made for him which it most probably had – had an effect on her mind. Surely it was only the groggy feeling she had from lying awake into the small hours of the morning, then waking up with a jolt. Surely today she’d have more perspective on him and this whole Italian fairy-tale setting. Today she’d get to work with the twins, practice being interviewed, and hopefully avoid their father which was why she was there, so he could avoid them.
“Then I leave them in your hands, and you in theirs,” he added with a brief twist of his lips in what might have been an attempt at a smile. “Here is my card with my cell phone number where I can always be reached. Since I will be in meetings all day, crucial to the merger I’m working on, I trust you will not need to interrupt them.”
“Certainly not,” Sabrina said. It would take a massive disaster like an earthquake or flood to get her to phone the prince.
“That goes for the girls as well,” he said. “They are strictly forbidden to call me at work unless it is an emergency.”
“I will see that they don’t,” Sabrina said.
“If you do, you will be the first to accomplish it.”
As the chauffeur pulled the Lamborghini Sports Sedan in front of the house, she watched her employer grab a briefcase and get into the back seat of the car. He didn’t give her a glance. While she watched, he opened his briefcase and she assumed was already at work.
Had he even said good-bye to the twins? How different from her last boss who shared breakfast with his daughter, then said a fond farewell after telling her to call him anytime during the day. His assistant knew to put her through no matter when or where or what he was doing. That’s how important she was to him. She felt sorry for the prince not having that kind of relationship with his daughters.
She found the girls in the kitchen eating bread and jam and big cups of café au lait. She wondered if the caffeine was too much stimulation for their small bodies, but hesitated to make suggestions before she felt more secure in the job.
They were wearing shorts and shirts with “Lago di Como Sportif” on them and had already packed small matching backpacks. Sabrina had a brief troubling feeling that she wasn’t really needed at all. But of course she was, she assured herself. Someone had to drive the girls to the lake. And in the afternoon she’d be ready to hit the ground running with planned activities and figure out a way to get them to participate.
They looked so cute in their matching outfits, Sabrina
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