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Maid in the USA (The Bad Boy Billionaires #2) Page 4
Author: Judy Angelo

Kylie hesitated and turned wide blue eyes up to Pierce as if seeking reassurance.  Then, at his smile and nod, she looked at Celine for the first time.  She took a quick breath then walked over.

Celine felt her heart melt instantly.  There was a world of sadness in Kylie’s eyes but she did not flinch and she did not cry.  She went to Celine and took her hand and did not utter a word of protest.  What a brave little soldier she was.  Celine felt like pulling her into her arms and hugging her till she felt only love and peace.  It was so heartbreaking to see grief in the eyes of one so young.

Celine slid off her chair and kneeled in front of the child so their eyes were level.  “I’d like to be your friend, Kylie,” she said, making her voice as soft and comforting as she could.  “May I?”

The girl remained silent, staring back at Celine with eyes filled with uncertainty.  Then slowly she nodded her curly blonde head and lifted her thumb to her mouth.

“May I have a hug?”  Celine tilted her head and smiled.

Kylie didn’t wait for Celine to open her arms.  She simply popped the thumb out of her mouth, took the two steps she needed to get to Celine, and wrapped her arms tight around her neck.  No words were spoken but Kylie buried her face in Celine’s neck and began to cry softly.

“It’s okay, ma cherie, it’s okay,” Celine soothed as she rubbed the child’s back and held her close.  “I’m here for you.”

For almost a minute Kylie clung to her until finally she quieted and lifted her face.  “I’m glad you’re my friend,” she said in a tiny whisper then rested against Celine with a sigh.

Celine lifted her head, her eyes pricking with tears of sympathy, and when she looked at Mrs. Simpson the woman was dabbing at her face with a dainty handkerchief.  When her eyes wandered over to where Pierce stood, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his face was somber and dark with emotion.   They’d all been affected by Kylie’s innocent plea for comfort.

When Mrs. Simpson left the room taking Kylie with her Celine looked directly at Pierce.  After meeting the child there was no way she would say no to this job.  How could she deny her the attention, sympathy and love that she so desperately craved?

“I want this job,” she said and her voice cracked on the last word.  She cleared her throat, trying hopelessly to hide the depth of her emotions.  “I want to be here for Kylie.  When can I start?”

Pierce nodded and although he did not smile his eyes told her he was pleased with her decision.  Still, he asked, “Are you sure?”

“I want to help Kylie,” she said, her voice earnest.  “I can’t explain it but I feel a connection between us.”

Pierce nodded again and this time the smile reached his lips.  “I could tell.  Don’t ask me how, but the moment my eyes landed on you I knew you were the one.  I knew you’d be perfect for Kylie.”

Celine sat back in her chair, surprised at the strength of his confidence in her.  How could he have known that?  He hadn’t even known a thing about her before that day.  And even though she’d emailed him her resume and references after they spoke on the phone he still didn’t know that much about her.

And what about him?  Was she perfect for him, too?

Celine’s breath caught in her throat and she stole a guilty glance at Pierce.  Where had that thought come from?  Why in the world had she even gone there?  She meant nothing to this man, absolutely nothing except someone who’d make a great nanny for his charge.  If she was going to survive at this job she’d better reign in her unruly emotions.

If it was one thing she knew it was that she and Pierce D’Amato were in two totally different classes and unless she suddenly won a few hundred million dollars in the Super Lotto never would their two worlds meet.

CHAPTER THREE

Pierce watched as Celine climbed into her car and drove away.  He thanked the stars he’d found her when he did.  Kylie needed someone like Celine in her life.  And then there was him.  What was it about the girl that drew him to her, made him determined to get her under his roof?  It had been weird.  That first day they met he’d heard the scream, dropped the towel and found himself staring into the liquid brown eyes of a startled and stunningly beautiful woman.  No matter that she was in a maid’s uniform and had her sleek black hair pulled into an old fashioned bun.  He’d felt a jolt of electricity run through him, a shock that made him freeze.  What the hell, he’d thought.  He’d never reacted to a woman like that before.

And she’d appeared just when he was praying for a miracle, just when he’d almost given up hope of finding the perfect nanny for Kylie.

He remembered seeing her fright and saying something or other to reassure her but he’d been so startled that seconds passed before he remembered that he was still standing stark na**d in front of her.  By that time she was already turning to flee.  Good thing he’d stopped her from leaving the suite altogether.  Now because of his quick action she would be working for him under this very roof.  He couldn’t help but smile at the turn of events.  He was looking forward to getting to know Miss Celine Santini.

When Celine’s tail lights disappeared Pierce went inside in search of Kylie.  He found her watching cartoons.

“Uncle, can I have ice cream?”

Pierce went over and tousled her hair.  “Of course, Kylie.  And it’s ‘may I have ice cream’, okay?”

“Okay,” she said as she stuck her thumb in her mouth and looked up at him with big blue eyes, her little face as solemn as a priest.  Pierce knew what that meant and his chest tightened in sympathy.  The thumb in the mouth meant that Kylie was really missing her mother right then.  Her thumb was her source of comfort in a world that had turned upside down.

“Come on, sweetie,” he said and lifted her up in his arms.  “Let’s both go get some ice cream.”

***

A week had passed since Celine arrived at Pierce’s house with her suitcases and few possessions piled into her car.  Thankfully, she would be able to spend the next five months or so focusing on Kylie and her needs since she didn’t need to check in at the university until October.  Since her arrival Kylie had spent every waking moment with her and slowly, tentatively, the little girl began to open up like a tender flower in the morning dew.

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