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“Hmm… I am not sure.” I glanced over at Rosa in the kitchen for help, but she just pretended she couldn’t hear and went about with her tasks. I knew for a fact that Rosa had a specific set of selective hearing skills. She also only understood English when it suited her.
“Babies need routine, Mr Capizzi. Just like we do.”
“Antonio,” I corrected.
“Have you started her on solids?”
I didn’t like her ignoring me. She moved on even after seeing my stern look.
“Does she use a dummy?”
“A dummy? What the hell is a dummy?”
“Hold on.” She bent over to fiddle in her bag, giving me a glimpse of her cleavage before coming out with her phone. I catch my eyes on her boobs when she looks up from her phone. “I think you call it a pacifier?”
“Ah, sì, ciuccio. She has plenty of them lying around,” I said.
“They do need to be sterilised.”
I didn’t like being chastised. No matter how hot she was. Putting my weight on my arms, I leaned forward and rested them on my thighs. “I don’t know fuck about babies or dummies,” I said. “I want my baby girl happy. The mother is not in the picture. So, can you look after her and make sure she has all of that? These routines. Or not?”
She looked at me with pity in her eyes and shock. At my tone or choice of words, I didn’t know. “Of course, Mr Capizzi.”
I didn’t need her pity. I needed her to follow my rules, first by using my name. My house. My fucking rules.
“Antonio,” I corrected her again. How hard was this?
She ignored me. “When would you like me to start?”
I stared a hole into her face, which was a fucking sculpture, perfectly symmetrical.
“Mr Capizzi, when do you want me to start?”
I had time today. If I had to, I was willing to wait a couple of hours…
“Mr Capizzi…” At my blank look, she gave a loud groan. “Are we going to do this?”
I bit my lip. Her loud groan was static electricity on my dick.
“If you want the job, there are rules to be followed. Rule number one, I am Antonio. Repeat after me. aa-n-t-OH-n-ee-oh,”
“Fine. Antonio.” Beautiful. The sound of my name slipping off her tongue was like a sip of amaretto.
“Sì. Antonio. You start now. Armando will arrange for your belongings to be bought here.”
“Wait.” She quickly untangled her legs and slid forward on the sofa. “I have to live here? That was not part of the job description. What do I do with my apartment?”
How else was I to keep her close?
“That should have been obvious. You are the nanny. That means available to Cora,” and me, “24/7. This is not a secretary job where you go home at five.”
Her brows frowned in concentration. What was she worrying about in that pretty head of hers? A lover? Did she have one? A beautiful girl like her couldn’t be single, could she?
“Is this going to be a problem?” I asked.
“No, Mr Cap….”
My gaze darkened.
