Daddy In Charge_A Billionaire Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  “Do what?”

  “Analyze one sentence to death until it means something that makes sense to them.”

  Emily let out a chuckle as she closed the book and turned to him.

  “Does that mean you disagree with my theory?” she asked. There was a challenge in her voice and she raised her eye brow at the man across from her.

  Kurt shrugged.

  “Doesn’t really matter if it’s right or not, does it?” he asked finally. “We can’t get inside his head. As he’s dead, we can’t ask him what he meant. And, this fits the romance angle we’re going with. So, we might as well leave it in.”

  Kurt turned away and whatever fire was in his gaze before was snuffed out. Heaving a sigh and turning back to the desk, Emily caught sight of the one, small picture in the office of Kurt’s wife. Cheryl.

  “How’s your wife doing?” she asked before she could stop herself. Maybe she was trying to remind herself that Kurt was married. Maybe she was just looking for something to take her mind off sin and sex.

  Either way, Kurt’s reply was as non-committal as it had been about Vangoh’s letter.

  “She’s fine,” he said. “She’s at her dad’s condo in Malibu again. She says she’ll be gone for another two weeks.”

  “Oh.”

  Emily discovered that this was the only thing she could say in response as she glanced back at the photo on the desk.

  In the picture, Kurt’s arm was draped around the petite, well dressed blonde woman. A tall, stately looking grey haired man stood just to the right of the couple. Emily knew that this was Warren Cleft. Retired real estate mogul, the town’s resident billionaire and Felusia College’s biggest donor.

  Emily had met him once at a fundraiser. They’d done nothing more but shake hands and exchange ‘nice to meet you’s in a receiving line, but, the way Warren Cleft had gripped her hand, the entirely fake but intimidating smile he’d given her, made her feel as though this man was not to be trifled with.

  “It’s getting late,” Kurt said, finally drawing Emily’s eyes away from the photo. “We should probably wrap up. I’m sure you’ve got places to be.”

  “Not really,” Emily said closing the book. “Just another night of thesis writing.”

  “Hope I’m not putting you too far behind.”

  “No,” she said. “In fact, this research is giving me some good ideas for my paper. I should really be paying you.”

  This time, it was Kurt’s turn to let out a chuckle.

  “No money needed,” he said. “Though, I wouldn’t mind a co-author credit.”

  “That would kind of defeat the purpose of a student thesis,” she said. “I’m supposed to write it on my own.”

  She looked up at him and his eyes were glinting behind his glasses as he gave her a playful smirk.

  “Well,” he said. “In that case, we’ll just keep this our little secret.”

  He winked at her and Emily felt her face flush bright red. She gave him the best smile she could in return.

  Emily grabbed the book from the table where she was working and moved across the room to put it back in its place on the shelf. When she moved past Kurt, her foot caught on the spine of one of the large books littering the office floor.

  Just before she fell face first onto the ground, she felt a warm arm wrap around her waist, catching her. Emily turned to Kurt, a word of thanks or a joke about her clumsiness ready. Whatever she had half planned to say died on her lips. When she looked up at him, his eyes were boring into hers. Concern for her was present there but there was also something else. Something like a deep, passionate fire burning just underneath the calm, logical surface Kurt so often presented.

  The look sent shivers down her spine. Knowing that, if they stayed like that one more second, she would do something she regretted, she gave an awkward chuckle and righted herself. She told herself that she had imagined the slightly disappointed expression on his face when she moved away from him.

  “Thanks,” she said putting the book in her hands back on the shelf. “It’s getting a little cluttered in here, isn’t it?”

  “I’ve got to admit, you have a point about that,” Kurt said. He’d turned away from her and taken off his spectacles. He rubbed his nose the way he always did when something had either frustrated or upset him.

  “Maybe when we work on Friday a change of venue would be in order.”

  “That’s a good idea,” Emily admitted. “A change of scenery would be nice.”

  “It’s settled then,” Kurt said. He turned back to her and, whatever she’d heard in his voice before, the calm façade was back again. “I’ll see you at my house on Friday.”

  Emily blinked as something strange twisted in her stomach.

  “Your house?”

  “Well, since my wife’s out,” he said. “And there’s a lot more room there, I might as well use it for something. Does that sound ok? Or would you rather meet here again?”

  It was a more loaded question than Kurt realized.

  On the one hand, when she thought about spending another two-hour session in this crowded office, increasingly cluttered with books, papers and Chinese takeout boxes, she could easily imagine another near trip where she ended up in Kurt’s arms. And, the next time it happened, she was not sure she would be able to stop herself from reaching up and kissing him.

  At the same time, she’d never been to Kurt’s house. She knew it was a large, mansion type place in the foothills outside of town. Suddenly, she pictured herself in a slinky dress sharing a glass of wine across an elegant table from Kurt.

  Even though she told herself this idea was more than a little silly, it was hard to shake it.

  But, she knew she had to. Aside from the danger small quarters presented, it was getting difficult to find any books she needed in the cluttered office. And, if they wanted to finish this section of the book, being able to find books was imperative.

  “Yeah. That sounds good,” Emily said before she could analyze the situation any further.

  “Great,” Kurt answered as evenly as ever. “I’ll see you around four o’clock.”

  Though Emily tried to smile and feel nothing more than relief at the venue change, she couldn’t help the uncomfortable little squirm that filled her stomach as she left the office that night.

  Being alone with Kurt at his luxurious mansion was a more dangerous position than she’d ever anticipated.

  Chapter Four

  Emily sat in the car outside Kurt Schmidt’s large, red brick house, trying to work up the courage to go inside.

  She knew, intellectually, she shouldn’t be so afraid. This visit wasn’t anything untoward, after all. They were going to work on the book. Just like they’d been doing for the past two months. Even if she wanted something else to happen in there, she knew it wouldn’t.

  They were only meeting here so that her clumsy feet wouldn’t trip all over the room. His house was much larger than his office, after all. And, she knew that no one was likely to disturb their work at his secluded home.

  Emily blushed when she thought that no one disturbing their “work” also meant no one interrupting the flirty jokes they’d started to make to one another. No one to interrupt the movement of his arm across her shoulder when he leaned into check her writing.

  With an admonition that she was, once again, being stupid, Emily forced herself up and out of the seat of her car. Marching straight to the front door and ringing the bell, she told herself that she was here to work and that was all.

  When Kurt opened the door, his normal tie gone and his usually buttoned shirt unbuttoned so that she could just catch a glimpse of the hard, smooth chest beneath, work was getting harder and harder to remember.

  “Emily!” Kurt said beckoning her inside. “I’m glad you’re here. This section’s giving me a lot more trouble than I thought it would.”

  He led her through a bright, airy entry way with stylish white furniture and marble floors into an equally bright kitchen
area.

  The large wooden table overlooked the backyard with an exceptionally inviting balcony lined with giant pine trees.

  The wooden table had been cluttered in the same way Kurt’s desk at the college was. Papers and books lay out on top of it and clusters of notes sat crumpled on the seats.

  “You’ve started without me, I see,” Emily said dryly, eyeing the papers and books scattered around the table.

  “Thought I’d get a head start,” Kurt said absently, a finger starting to twirl at the half brown and half grey hair at his temples.

  “I found a source that I think we can use…”

  With that, they were off to work again. A couple hours into their writing, Emily started to wonder why she’d been so worried. It was clear now that coming to Kurt’s home had meant nothing more to him than a larger space to spread out his notes, books and papers.

  And whatever glances she thought he had thrown her way before; whatever she thought he was starting to feel for her, just as clearly hadn’t really been there. It was nothing more than a product of her overactive imagination.

  Trying not to be disappointed by that thought, Emily sat down in the chair next to Kurt’s at the large table and started to work.

  And, work was all they did for the next two hours. It was no different from sitting near Kurt at his desk in the college.

  As usual, aside from the occasional brush of his arm accompanied by the occasional heat filled glance, nothing more than professional friendship passed between them. Emily told herself this was fine. It was good. It was what was supposed to happen.

  “There’s that section done!” Kurt exclaimed triumphantly closing his research book as Emily typed the last words of the chapter into her laptop.

  “Finally,” she agreed closing the laptop in front of her. “Do you think it’s good enough?”

  “I’ll send it to the editor tomorrow,” he said. “We’ll see what he says. But, with your help, I think we may have become… accessible.”

  Emily couldn’t help but smirk at the way he still used that word. As though he were ashamedly uttering a disgusting swear.

  The smirk faded when she remembered what being done with this section of the book meant.

  “I guess that means you won’t need me anymore,” she said, trying to make her voice sound as light as possible.

  Kurt looked up at her, eyes wide as though she’d just suggested the earth was flat.

  “What do you mean I won’t need you anymore?” he asked.

  Emily’s eyes went just as wide and she could feel a blush, this one of embarrassment coming into her cheeks.

  “You only hired me to help you with this section, remember?”

  “Did I say that?”

  “I think so.”

  “Huh,” he said. He brought his hand up to fiddle with his glasses and the knot in his forehead appeared again.

  “Well, that was stupid of me,” he said finally. “It’s clear that the whole thing goes a lot faster with your help.”

  He moved his hand from his glasses to his hair and rubbed his graying temples once again. Emily, meanwhile, prayed that he would ask her what she desperately wanted him to.

  “Do you…do you think you could stay on?” he asked finally. Emily’s heart lifted. “I mean, just until the books finished. Unless, you’ve already got your old job back…”

  “No,” she said quickly. “I mean…I haven’t got my old job back. I can stay on.”

  His face immediately brightened and he gave her the smile that went all the way up to his eyes.

  “Well then, that calls for a drink!” he said. “We’ve got red wine or white. Pick your poison.”

  Suddenly, the little fantasy about slinky dresses and lounging across tables with glasses of wine in hand came back. What also came back was just how dangerous that little fantasy was.

  With great effort, she gave Kurt what, she hoped, looked like an apologetic smile.

  “Thanks, but, I don’t think I should be drinking on the job,” she said.

  Kurt rolled his eyes at her with a wide smile.

  “We finished the section,” he said. “That means we’re off the clock. Besides, I hate drinking alone. Now, red or white. If you don’t pick, I’ll just have to decide for you.”

  Emily heaved a sigh and sank back into her seat.

  “White then,” she said. Might as well stay as safe as she could. “And I’m only staying for one.”

  “That’s all I ask,” he said with another bright smile.

  Kurt took out a fancy bottle of white wine and two crystal glasses. As he poured, Emily couldn’t help but stare at his pale hands gently holding the bottle. She also couldn’t help but remember how soft and warm his hands were when they brushed against her bare arm or tapped lightly against her shoulder.

  These were exactly the sorts of things she shouldn’t be thinking about. Especially when she was about to have a glass of wine with her boss at his house.

  Tearing her eyes away from his warm, soft hands, she looked out the clear doors facing the back patio instead.

  The house sat on a large ledge that flowed down to the valley below. The path was filled with pine trees and tall redwoods gently swaying in a warm spring breeze.

  “Beautiful view,” she said as Kurt brought the wine glasses over, setting one down in front of her.

  “Glad you appreciate it,” he said. “That’s why I picked this house, actually.”

  “I wondered,” Emily answered taking a small sip of her wine. As she’d expected, it was perfect. Not too sweet and not too dry. “It’s a ways from the college. Most of the professors I know live in that gated community about a mile from campus.”

  Kurt nodded and took a sip of his own wine.

  “Yeah. We looked at houses there,” he said setting his glass down. “That’s where Cheryl wanted to live. But, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand being away from the foothills.”

  “What convinced her to move all the way out here?”

  “You’re gonna laugh,” Kurt said. He glanced over at Emily, the beginning of a laughing smile on his own lips.

  “Try me,” she said leaning forward. This maneuver, she knew, would cause her low cut, v neck t shirt to show off the little cleavage she had. And, though she knew it was horrible, she hoped Kurt would notice.

  The small blush in his cheeks as he glanced down at her shirt, cleared his throat and looked away told her that he had.

  “The kitchen,” he said finally.

  Despite herself, Emily leaned more fully over the table to glance ostentatiously at the kitchen beyond. This, she knew, would give the professor an even better view down her blouse. She couldn’t help but feel a hint of triumph when his blush deepened and he looked determinately out the window to the balcony.

  “I don’t see what’s so great about the kitchen,” Emily said. “Looks pretty ordinary to me.”

  “That’s what I thought,” Kurt muttered, the pink in his cheeks going down a tad. “But, Cheryl insisted that it would be idea for throwing dinner parties.”

  “Do you throw a lot of those?”

  Kurt shrugged and Emily could see a small cloud fall over his now completely blush free face.

  “Not really,” he said. “I mean, when she’s here, we sometimes have her parents and her brother over. But, I don’t think we’ve had a real party here in…oh…about three years.”

  “That’s a long time,” Emily said.

  Kurt shrugged again and took another sip of his wine.

  “I don’t really mind,” he said. “I’ve never really liked big parties. And, truth be told, I don’t really mind having the house to myself.”

  Emily glanced over to him completely unsure what to say to that. Though he said he didn’t mind being alone, and he may have even believed it, she knew him well enough to be able to tell when he was lying.

  The instinct she’d always felt to help people with their problems was now warring with her very selfish desire to get Kurt off
the subject of his wife. So, taking a sip of her wine, she settled on the most non-committal answer she could think of.

  “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself in a house this big,” she said. “If I were alone here for too long I just might pull a ‘Shining’ and go nuts.”

  “That’s why you have to develop lots of hobbies,” Kurt answered.

  This piqued Emily’s interest and she turned back to Kurt Fully.

  “I take that to mean you do more than research post-impressionist artists,” she said. “I’ve gotta say, I’m surprised. I always thought that, when you finished with your work, you just come home and stare at the wall.”

  With another eye roll, he balled up a napkin nearby and tossed it at her. She dodged it chuckling.

  “So, care to share some of these mysterious hobbies?” she asked hopefully.

  His expression turned from playful to thoughtful as he glanced out the window.

  “Now that you mention it,” he said. “It is getting to be the right time of day…but, we’ll have to go upstairs. The trees’ll block the view here.”

  Heart flipping in excitement at being able to see more of Kurt’s house, Emily downed the rest of her wine as quickly as she could.

  “Lead the way, professor,” she said with a playful smile. He returned it and, downing his own glass stood up from his chair. He moved over to Emily and offered her a hand to help her up.

  She took it feeling the warm, smooth skin of his palm that she had only imagined earlier. When he dropped her hand as soon as she stood and beckoned her towards the stairwell, she told herself this needed to stop. Flirting with a married man, especially a married man whom you considered a friend, was just not something good people did.

  Especially when the married man in questions wife was a way and their marriage, was, clearly, in trouble.

  Trying to tell herself to be careful, to be professional, she followed Kurt down a hallway and stopped beside him when he opened the door.

  “The balcony in the bedroom is the best place for viewing,” he said. “That’s where I’ve got the telescope set up.”

  Emily’s face colored at the word bedroom. As soon as he opened the door to reveal a large, cozy looking room complete with fire place, balcony and a large, white bed covered with a canopy, she knew this was a very bad idea.