Billionaire Boss, Holiday Baby

by Janice Maynard

  Was it weird that being this close to Dani turned him on? Her warmth, her femininity. Hell, even the competent way she handled the baby made him want her.

  That was the problem with blurring the lines between business and his personal life. He couldn’t let himself be vulnerable. On the other hand, he would be lost without Dani’s help, so he didn’t really have a choice.

  It was clear Dani hadn’t overstated her experience with children. She extracted the baby from the snowsuit, unfastened the romper and made quick work of replacing the baby’s extremely wet diaper with a clean and dry one. Fortunately, no poop...at least not yet.

  Then it was everything in reverse. When they were ready to go back out into the cold, Dani hesitated.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  Dani grimaced. “I’m wondering if we should try to feed her before we start walking again.”

  Nathaniel brushed the back of his hand over the baby’s plump cheek. Her skin was warm against his chilled fingers. “I think she can make it. She’s a trouper.”

  “Are you basing this on your personal DNA?” Dani asked wryly.

  “I told you, she’s not mine,” he said sharply. “The only reason we’re taking her home is because of the storm and Christmas and the fact that every emergency worker in the city is covered in snow...literally.”

  “Okay. Calm down.”

  He bit his tongue to keep from making a cutting remark. Dani was helping him. He couldn’t afford to alienate her, and he definitely couldn’t risk wondering what it would be like to kiss her.

  Outside, they faced the next hurdle. Three cars had slammed into each other right in front of the drugstore, effectively blocking the only exit from the parking lot.

  Nathaniel cursed beneath his breath. “Well, that’s just great.”

  “We can’t wait,” Dani said. “Besides, aren’t we close to your condo?”

  “I don’t like leaving my car.”

  She grinned. “Might be safer here than out on the road.”

  He squared his shoulders. “I suppose so. I’d forgotten how insane drivers can be when this happens.”

  To be fair, the streets were a mess. Road crews hadn’t been able to salt anything more than the interstates, and the swift drop in temperature had added a layer of icy danger to the situation.

  In the short time he and Dani had been inside the store, the situation had grown exponentially worse. People in other parts of the country couldn’t understand, but Atlanta was particularly vulnerable to weather events like this one.

  After retrieving their personal items from the car and consolidating their purchases, he and Dani struck out for the final leg of their journey.

  They walked in silence, negotiating sidewalks they could no longer see and trying to move as quickly as possible.

  Dani had the baby tucked inside her coat for extra warmth, which had to be a damned awkward way to walk. Nathaniel lugged the carrier and the supplies. When he offered to take the child after several minutes, Dani shook her head. “I’m fine.”

  It was a miserable, soul-crushing slog through ice and snow. He could barely feel his feet. Dani must have been equally miserable, but she didn’t complain. Thank God they didn’t have far to go.

  When they finally arrived at Nathaniel’s building, he had never in his life been so glad to see the doorman or the elaborately decorated lobby.

  They dripped their way onto the elevator with Dani juggling an increasingly fractious baby. On the top floor, Nathaniel found his key, unlocked the door and ushered his unexpected guests inside. “Home sweet home,” he said.

  * * *

  Dani was frozen to the bone. Her feet had long since gone numb. Though her coat and boots were nice, they were never meant to trek through deep snow for any length of time. She had struggled to keep up. Nathaniel, by all indications, was naturally athletic. He probably played multiple sports in high school and college.

  They took turns holding the baby while shedding their outerwear. Dani’s chic black dress was damp and rumpled. What she wouldn’t give for a roaring fire and a cozy robe.

  At the drugstore she had paid for a handful of personal items just in case. It seemed unlikely she was going to make it home tonight, though she still held out hope. Right now, all she wanted was her own bed, a warm nightie and something fun to binge-watch on Netflix.

  Now that she had stripped off her black tights with the silver sparkles and was barelegged, she began to shiver. Nathaniel noticed immediately.

  “If you’re going to feed the baby, we’ve got to get you warmed up first. Come with me.”

  Clutching the little girl like a life preserver, Dani followed her boss down the hall.

  The first thing she noticed was that Nathaniel’s condo was three or four times the size of her own modest apartment. It was decorated in soothing shades of blue and gray with occasional pops of color. Coral cushions. An abstract painting that called to mind a Gauguin nude in the tropics. The space was silent and perfectly appointed in every way. Not a magazine out of place. No dirty socks.

  Dani wanted to like Nathaniel’s home, but she couldn’t. It looked more like a magazine spread than a peaceful sanctuary at the end of a long day. She stopped in the doorway to his bedroom, unable to take another step.

  Nathaniel, clearly unconcerned, rummaged in his dresser and came up with a pair of cream woolen socks and some faded gray sweatpants that looked ancient. He lifted one shoulder and lowered it with a sheepish grin. “I was smaller back in high school. These will still be too big for you, but at least they’ll stay up. I think.”

  After that, he flung open his closet and found a soft cotton shirt in a pale blue. “Here we go,” he said triumphantly. “Will this do?” She caught a brief glance of neatly pressed dark suits and crisp white dress shirts before he closed the closet door again.

  She nodded. “Of course.”

  “Use my bathroom,” he said. “I’ll entertain the little one.”

  Dani frowned. “What should we call her? The note didn’t say.”

  “How about Munchkin? That’s generic enough, isn’t it?”

  “What kind of mother leaves her baby in a snowstorm?”

  “I think Ophelia was probably watching us from somewhere nearby. She’s a little weird, but not crazy enough to bring harm to a child.”

  “Why would you get involved with someone like that?” Dani wanted to snatch the words back as soon as they left her lips. It was none of her business.

  Nathaniel’s neck turned red. He avoided her gaze. “We weren’t exactly involved. It was more of a physical thing.”

  “Casual sex.” She said the words flatly, oddly hurt to know that Nathaniel was no better or worse than any other guy.

  “I think we should change the subject,” he said tersely. “Hand me the munchkin.”

  Dani passed off the baby and scuttled past man and child, already regretting that she didn’t have the little girl for armor. Using Nathaniel’s bathroom felt oddly decadent and personal. Everything was sybaritic and gorgeous. Marble. Brass. And mirrors. Those mirrors were her downfall. She looked as if she had been on an all-night bender at the North Pole.

  Wincing at her reflection, she quickly took off her dress. At least her bra and panties were dry. The sweatpants were fleece-lined, and the socks were thick and warm. The shirt was miles too big, but she rolled up the sleeves. Though she was still chilled, the borrowed clothes made her feel more human.

  Nathaniel smothered a grin when she reappeared in his bedroom. Wise man not to make any smart remarks. She was in no mood to be teased about her appearance, especially when it was Nathaniel’s fault she was in this predicament.

  “I bought a few bottles of premixed formula,” she said. “It’s expensive, but I didn’t want Peaches to have to wait any longer than nece
ssary?”

  “Peaches? I thought we were calling her Munchkin.”

  “Well, we found her on Peachtree Street, so it seemed fitting.”

  “Fair enough. If you girls want to get settled in the den, I’ll change and join you in a minute. Then it might be time for the grown-ups to eat. Are you hungry?”

  “Starving,” Dani said.

  She made her way back down the hall and found the den. It was a more appealing room than anything she had seen so far. And hallelujah, there was a gas-log fireplace. One flip of a switch and the flames danced.

  “Oh, Peaches,” Dani said. “What kind of mess have we gotten ourselves into? These are pretty fancy digs, but you should be with your mama, and I’m supposed to be going home for Christmas tomorrow.”

  The baby whimpered while Dani shook the bottle and removed the protective cap. The formula was theoretically room temperature, but it might still be chilled from being outside. Fortunately, the child was too hungry to care.

  Dani settled deeper into a cushioned armchair and propped her feet on the ottoman. The baby suckled eagerly. Was she old enough to take any other foods? This was a heck of a mess. Maybe they should try another call to the authorities. Or even to social services directly.

  Then again, it was after nine o’clock, and tomorrow was Christmas Eve.

  The child was a sweet weight in her arms. Enough to wonder what it would be like if this were really her child. Dani envied her sister at times. Angie and her husband were happily married and hoping to start a family soon. Then again, her sister was thirty-five. Dani was only twenty-eight. There was still plenty of time.

  She didn’t know what was taking Nathaniel so long, but did it really matter? She couldn’t imagine leaving him in the lurch, even if this situation was his fault. Could the baby really be his? Contraceptives failed all the time. He acted like the kind of man who would live up to his responsibilities, but did she really know him that well? He seemed very sure he wasn’t a father.

  What alarmed her was how content she was to spend this time with him. Though the moment was fraught with emotional danger, she was happy to be here. Against all odds, Nathaniel had shown her his human side. Seeing him in this situation made her feel woozy inside. He was visibly shaken and yet so very determined to seize control.

  His masculinity was in stark contrast to the baby’s helpless vulnerability. Dani’s regard for him grew, as did her need to explore what was sure to be a doomed attraction on her part.

  She was almost asleep, her head resting against the back of the chair, when her boss finally appeared.

  Nathaniel surveyed the sleeping child. “She seems like a pretty easy baby, doesn’t she? If all she needs are food and diapers, maybe it won’t be so bad to wait it out until someone shows up to claim her.”

  “I burped her a couple of times halfway through the bottle. She took it like a pro. I still feel bad, though. Peaches should be with her family at Christmas.”

  “Fortunately, she’s too young to remember any of this,” Nathaniel said.

  “Maybe. But she has to know we’re strangers.”

  “I called 911 again. They asked me if the baby was in any danger. I said no. They wanted to know if the mother was someone I knew. I had to say yes. The officer apologetically insisted that they’re completely at the end of their resources and recommended I preserve the status quo until Tuesday.”

  “Tuesday?” Dani cried, startling the child. “That’s four days.”

  “I don’t know what else to do.” Nathaniel ran a hand across the back of his neck as he prowled the confines of the den. “It’s already the weekend now. Sunday is Christmas, which means everything will be closed Monday. If the snow has melted, we should be able to get some answers on Tuesday.”

  Dani stroked the little girl’s back. “Poor Peaches. Grown-ups can be so stupid sometimes.”

  “Was that a dig at me?” Nathaniel asked. He slouched in the chair across from hers. He looked very different in jeans, a navy sweatshirt and leather moccasins. Different and so very moody and sexy.

  “Not at all,” she said.

  “I’m innocent until proven guilty. Ophelia’s note means nothing.”

  “Relax,” Dani said. “I’m not judging you. Besides, it’s Christmas. Everybody deserves a little miracle this weekend.”

  “It will be a miracle if I don’t find Ophelia and wring her neck.”

  “Poor Nathaniel. Everyone at works thinks you have no social life at all. Now you may have a child.”

  “I’m not the father,” he said. “Quit saying that.”

  “So you don’t want children?”

  He huffed in exasperation. “Not now. Not today. Certainly not with Ophelia. I have no idea why she thought palming a kid off on me was a good idea. I haven’t a clue what to do with Peaches.”

  “It’s not so hard,” Dani said, yawning. “The worst part is the sleep deprivation, or so I’ve been told,” she said hastily. “I’m not ready to be a parent, either.”

  The room fell silent after that. Nathaniel had clearly nodded off. With his eyes closed, she was free to explore him visually to her heart’s content. For years, she had seen him in suits. He was a very handsome man who wore tailor-made attire well. But here in his home habitat, tired and discouraged in comfy clothes like any other American male, he seemed more real to her.

  She didn’t want to care about his well-being. She didn’t want to worry about him. And she most assuredly did not want to get involved with him. Life was complicated enough without adding drama and heartbreak.

  Time passed. She must have dozed off herself. The drowsiness was the aftermath of being so cold for so long and then getting dry and warm. Now, though, her stomach growled when she roused. If she stretched her leg, she could barely touch Nathaniel’s toe. “Wake up,” she whispered. “Nathaniel, wake up.”

  He yawned and stretched, revealing a few inches of tanned, taut abs. “What’s wrong?” he grumbled, only half-awake.

  “You promised to feed me.”

  His eyes shot open. A look of stupefaction flashed across his face before he got ahold of himself. “Right.”

  Dani rolled her neck to get the kinks out of it. “Sorry, it wasn’t a dream. The kid and I are still here.”

  “Very funny.” He rolled to his feet. “I usually order in, but somehow I don’t think that’s an option.”

  “I’d settle for peanut butter if you have any.”

  “That I can do.”

  After Nathaniel left the room, Dani stood carefully and cradled the sleeping baby against her shoulder. Her body ached from sitting in one position. More than that, she needed to walk around, anything to break the spell of intimacy that came from napping in her boss’s den. Too cozy. Too weird. Too everything.

  Built-in bookcases flanked the fireplace. Books of every genre were mixed in together with no apparent regard for organization. Interesting pieces of glass and pottery shone in the illumination from can lights overhead.

  Nothing about the library or the art matched what she knew of Nathaniel. Curiouser and curiouser.

  He returned silently, startling her badly. The baby whimpered when Dani jumped. Nathaniel didn’t seem to notice. He set the food on the coffee table. “I have coffee or soft drinks. Which would you prefer?”

  “Black coffee if it’s decaf.”

  “It is.”

  The tension in the room increased exponentially along with the vivid awareness that Dani didn’t belong here. Her presence was an accident of weather and timing. She bore no responsibility, either moral or otherwise, for Nathaniel and his surprise Christmas gift. Even if the little girl truly wasn’t his, Dani was not involved in that fight.

  Then why was it so painful to think about leaving this sexy man and adorable baby tomorrow?

  As if he
had picked up on her tumultuous thoughts, Nathaniel shot her a look as he poured coffee. “Is there someone you need to call?”

  “My family will be expecting me tomorrow afternoon, though with the weather, I’m not sure we’ll all be able to make it.”

  “Where do they live?”

  “My parents are in Gainesville. My sister and her husband settled in Chattanooga for work and because they love the area. My only brother, Jared, lives in Marietta. He’s probably the one who will have to come get me if I can’t drive my car. Mine’s a VW Beetle, so not really snow-worthy.”

  “I see.”

  It wasn’t much of a response. She gave up on chitchat and managed to eat one-handed. Either Nathaniel made a habit of buying gourmet peanut butter, or Dani was hungrier than she realized.

  Her dinner companion prowled while he ate. The tension in his body broadcast itself across the room. Dani could understand his frustration.

  When he pulled back the drapes and stared out into the night, Dani joined him at the window. All they could see in the beams from the streetlights was heavy, swirling snow. Nathaniel pulled out his phone and tapped the weather app. “Good Lord,” he said. “Look at the radar.”

  The storm was far from finished. In fact, there was every indication it would still be snowing until the wee hours before dawn.

  The scary situation had turned into an actual blizzard. It didn’t matter that by Tuesday the temps were supposed to be in the midfifties again. For now, they were well and truly stranded.

  Nathaniel left her and began prowling again.

  The silence built until Dani couldn’t bear it anymore. “Are you Jewish?” she asked, blurting it out before realizing that was not the kind of question one asked a work colleague.

  He paused in his pacing to stare at her. “No. Where did that come from?”

  Dani shrugged. “No Christmas tree. No decorations.” It was a logical conclusion.