The Billionaire's Unexpected Baby (Winning The Billionaire)(4)By: Kira Archer
Brooks smiled down at Leah, loving the slight blush that stained her cheeks. She had that innocent, good-girl vibe emanating off her like a homing beacon. He didn’t know why that was such a turn-on. Maybe because it was different. He typically steered clear of the good girls; too many complications. And he had a strict policy of only getting involved with women who were as commitment-phobic as he was. It made life easier.
But he’d been watching Leah all morning and couldn’t get her out of his head. The yacht was crawling with people. A pre-christening party for his goddaughter. When Cole had mentioned they were bringing someone to help with the baby, Brooks had pictured some heavyset matriarch wielding diapers and wet wipes. Not this brown-eyed beauty that blinked up at him with a shy smile. How could he possibly resist that?
Besides, Kiersten was smiling, not glaring any warnings at him. That was a green light in his book.
“I don’t think we’ve met yet,” he said, extending a hand. “I’m Brooks Larson. Their second in command,” he said, nodding at Kiersten and Cole, who had come up behind her.
“Leah Andrews,” she said. “Their nanny for the weekend.”
He took her hand, holding it rather than shaking it. “It’s a very great pleasure to meet you,” he said, laying on the charm as thick as he dared.
“Likewise,” she said, her fingers tightening around his ever so slightly.
Hmm, intriguing. He’d expected her to be a bit shy. And while her voice was quiet, it was strong, straightforward. Confident and sexy as hell.
“Would you care for a walk around the deck before the party really gets underway? I saw the DJ setting up near the bow, but there’s a perfect spot to view the islands from the stern.”
“That sounds great,” she said, glancing back at Cole and Kiersten. “If you don’t need me right now?”
Cole glanced at his wife, his forehead slightly creased, but Kiersten grinned. “Go on. It’s about time for me to feed Piper anyway.”
Brooks held out his hand and waited for Leah to take it. He wasn’t completely sure she would, which was an unusual experience for him. He was young, rich, and good-looking—that was a winning trifecta right there.
The woman before him, however, was not his usual prey. For one thing, she took care of children for a living, which typically meant she was a responsible adult. Responsible adults rarely had fun. And Brooks liked to have fun. She also had a bright-eyed innocent look about her. Unlike some of the other guests who were lounging in bikinis and sarongs while sipping champagne, Leah wore a cute sundress, complete with a gold crucifix necklace, and was drinking what looked like an ice water with lemon. Not the type he usually went for and certainly not the type that went for him.
“You look confused,” she said, slipping her hand into his.
“Maybe a little,” he said with a short laugh. “Kiersten just smiling and encouraging you to go off with me instead of beating me off with a stick is unusual.”
“Hmm, should I be worried?” she asked, though her tone remained flirtatious.
“Not at all. I’m a pretty decent guy. Just not looking for anything serious.”
“Why do I feel like you’re trying to make a good impression in a job interview?”
Brooks gave her his best aw-shucks-you-caught-me grin. “Well, it’s not a job interview, but I am trying to make a good impression.”
“Really. How am I doing?”
Leah took a sip of her water and shrugged. “The jury’s still out. I’ll let you know.”
That surprised a laugh out of him. “I guess I’ll have to try harder.”
“Or you could be yourself and we’ll go from there.”
Brooks lifted his glass in a small salute. “A novel approach.”
“Sometimes the simplest line of attack is the most efficient.”
“Wouldn’t it have been even more efficient to gather intel on me from Kiersten?”
“You’re assuming I didn’t already do that.”
Another surprise. She was full of them. “And she didn’t tell you to run screaming in the other direction as fast as possible.”