Mom for the CEO's Daughter
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Authors: Susan Meier
Mom for the CEO's Daughter
Susan Meier
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She brought a bikini?
Gabriel Fulton, owner of Fulton Everything, stared at his usually prim and proper assistant as she walked from his beach house toward him and his four-year-old daughter, Stacy. He hastily shut his sagging-in-disbelief mouth. But as his assistant got closer, her long legs making short order of the shiny white sand of the beach in Charleston, South Carolina, his mouth fell open again.
“That's some suit.”
Hot pink with tiny bikini briefs held together by string ties on both sides of her hips, it could only be worn by someone with a smoking hot bod. He'd have never suspected conservative Kara Kincaid fit the bill. But she did.
She laughed. “I'm a twenty-seven-year-old single woman. What did you think I'd wear to the beach? A turtleneck and jeans?”
Yes. That's exactly what he'd thought. Well, maybe not
exactly
, but he certainly hadn't expected a bikini. Normally she wore bland suits and white blouses, her red hair always caught in a fat bun at her nape. He'd assumed she owned a one-piece. Never in a million years would he have guessed she'd wear a suit soâ¦soâ¦
hot
that it kicked his hormones awake. Or that she'd unbind her glorious auburn hair and let it fly around her in the ocean breeze.
“You gave me two-hours warning that we'd be working from the beach for two weeks. I couldn't shop. I had to pack what I had.”
“It's pretty,” Stacy piped in. Shielding her eyes from the sun, his blue-eyed, blond-haired daughter grinned. “You look like Barbie.”
Smiling, Kara stooped down beside her. “Thanks.”
“You're welcome,” Stacy said as she bounced up to retrieve a plastic bucket that had rolled away in the ocean breeze.
Kara quickly faced Gabe. “So why the sudden shift in plans?”
Irritation flared in his gut at his ex-wife. He hated the way she made last-minute demands when it came to Stacy, knowing he'd never let his baby girl down. Normally, he didn't talk about his ex, but he and Kara had no secrets.
A fact that suddenly struck him as odd. He wasn't the type of guy to confide in anyone, yet somehow Kara had bridged all his defenses.
He shook his head. She was his assistant.
Trusted
assistant. She needed to be informed. Of course they didn't have secrets.
“My ex brought Stacy to my house an hour before her flight departed, saying she'd made a sudden decision to go to London. I had no choice except to bring Stacy with me. But with you along, I'll get to spend time with Stacy and we'll still be able to negotiate the Bronson takeover.”
“Well, if plans have to change, this is a nice way to change them.” She sucked in the salt air, causing her full breasts to rise and fall and his temperature to hit simmer.
He squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. Why was he suddenly noticing these things about his assistant?
“Seems to me that this is one of the perks of being rich. You own a beach house. You have privacy to negotiate your super-secret deal, and you can still be with your daughter.” She turned to Stacy who returned with the flyaway plastic pail. “I'll bet you love it here, don't you?”
Stacy nodded. “And there's usually kids next door,” she said, pointing at the blue house beside his yellow one.
That was supposed to have been another perk of his plan to work at his beach house. For a few hours every day, Stacy could play with Owen, Helaina and Claire, the triplets of Missy Johnson who had married publishing mogul Wyatt McKenzie, and he and Kara could get some work done.
But their neighbors had been out when they'd arrived, and he and Kara had had to entertain Stacy. He was glad his daughter got along with Kara and that they were comfortable with each other. Exceptâ¦
Except today, maybe because they were playing instead of working, everything felt different. Especially the very casual way Kara spoke to him. In the office, their banter and her quick wit made for good communication. At the beach, it tingled up his spine like the hands of a lover. Worse, he was noticing things about her he shouldn't notice. Not about an employee!
He handed Kara a plastic bucket. “So what do you say we build a sand castle?”
Stacy nodded enthusiastically.
“You get the water,” he said to Kara.
Kara glanced at the bucket and back at him. Her eyes narrowed. “For?”
“To make the sand wet so we can pack it.”
“Oh. I get it.”
She gingerly picked her way along the sand to the water. Baffled, Gabe let his gaze follow her, only to be treated to a very nice view of her backside. He groaned, annoyed with himself. But when she carefully crouched down to dip the bucket into the retreating wave, she didn't get any water.
She stood there, as if confused until another wave came in. Then, stiff as a board, she filled the bucket.
He frowned. Was she afraid?
Of the water?
She returned with salt water sloshing over the sides of the bucket.
He motioned for her to dump it into the little bowl he and Stacy had scooped out of the sand. “Are you afraid of the water?”
She shrugged. “I've never been to the ocean before.” She looked up and out over the beautiful blue sea. “It's very big.”
He gaped at her. “You own a bikini and you've never been to the ocean?”
She shrugged. “I have a friend who has a pool. I tan thereâ¦and swim.”
He almost asked her what kind of friend. Was her friend a man? A
boyfriend?
But he clamped down on his jealously. Where the hell was all this coming from?
***
Kara focused her attention on the water she had poured into the hole.
Stacy reached in and pulled out a blob of wet sand which she patted into a small pink bucket. She smiled at Kara. “I'm making bricks.”
“Let me help.” Kara grabbed the second bucket.
“So your mum never took you to the beach on vacation?” Gabe asked.
She sucked in a breath, annoyed with herself. She'd gone an entire year of working with Gabe Fulton without revealing the details of her not-so-happy childhood, and after ten minutes together at the beach she'd slipped up.
“My mother was a single mum, remember? We couldn't afford to go on vacation.”
“That's too bad.”
Drat. Now he felt sorry for her. That was the whole reason she didn't want to tell him about her childhood. She hated pity. She'd pulled herself up by her bootstraps and made herself a success. There was no reason to pity her. She wanted him to
like
her.
“I work for
the
Gabriel Fulton, billionaire entrepreneur extraordinaire. It's a dream position that every assistant wants.” She caught his gaze. “Most people wouldn't feel sorry for me. Some might even call me lucky.”
He laughed and she smiled. There. Not one wisp of pity in his silver blue eyes now.
He grabbed the second, bigger bucket. “Time for more water.”
Kara's eyes followed the stretch of his body as he unfolded from his sitting position in the sand. His swim trunks caressed his perfect butt and left bare a temptingly touchable chest and sculptured abs. Tall and regal, with no-nonsense black hair, he ruled his companies with the skill and mastery of a king guiding an empire. The way he worked had attracted her more than his good looks, but the good looks certainly didn't hurt.
She watched him walk to the water, bend down, scoop up a bucketful and rise to come back.
She dropped her gaze to the wet sand she was patting into a brick.
She had a thing for him. He was finally noticing her. They were in paradise. This was her big shot to change their relationship from professional to personal. The bikini had broken the ice. Now she had to figure out how to melt it completely.
“What do you want for supper, sweetie?”
Kara walked into the kitchen of her boss's beach house just in time to see Gabe coax his daughter into eating. After they'd returned from three hours of playing in the sand and a quick rinse under the outdoor shower, she'd toweled off and slipped a T-shirt over her bikini.
Stacy giggled. “Cocoa cereal.”
Kara held back a laugh. It was fun watching ruthless billionaire playboy Gabe Fulton being tested by a tiny, blue-eyed, blonde-haired four-year-old.
“We don't do cereal for supper.”
His stern voice caused Kara to face him as he continued.
“I can make hamburgers, hot dogs, steak or chicken on the grill. Plus veggies. Or I can heat a can of soup. Or you can go to bed hungry. Your choice.”
The little girl's lips fell into a pout, but she didn't argue. “Hamburger, please.”
Intrigued, Kara strolled to the center island where Stacy sat with her elbows on the yellow granite and her little chin on her closed fists.
“That's better. Now go wash your hands.”
Stacy sniffed out a long breath, but again did what her daddy had told her to do.
When she was gone, Kara said, “Wow. That was amazing.”
“If I had to face a boardroom full of four-year-olds instead of arrogant executives, I wouldn't have half the money I have.”
She laughed. “So what's up with your ex-wife's sudden trip to Europe? Is it business?”
“Nope. Pleasure. The trip is a vacation.”
Kara narrowed her eyes, considering that. “But Sunday is Mother's Day.”
“She doesn't care.”
“Stacy will.”
***
Relief rippled through Gabe. He'd been so bedazzled by the sight of Kara in a bikini that he'd forgotten what a nice person she was. Of course she understood. She might be attractive and it might have shocked him to see her in a bikiniâ¦but she was still Kara. Perfect assistant.
“That's why we're not going to even mention it while she's around.”
“Got it.”
He took a mug from the cupboard to pour himself a cup of coffee. Before he did, though, he waved the mug at her. “Can I get you one?”
“Yes, I'd love a cup.”
He froze. That was one of about a hundred things they had in common. Even on the hottest days, they loved coffee. They also loved horror movies. And Mexican food and margaritas. If he ever found her counterpart in the dating scene he might have to rethink his vow to never remarry.
He shook his head to clear it. That was ridiculous. After the bitter divorce war that followed his short marriage, he now only dated. What the hell had put the idea of marriage into his head?
He nodded at the eReader Kara had in her hands. “By the way, I bought you that business book you said you wanted to read. It should have downloaded by now.”
She clicked on the eReader. “
Closing the Deal?
”
She scrolled through her titles, found it and peeked up at him with a radiant smile. “I've wanted to read this for weeks. Thanks.”
His chest puffed with pride, and that confused him, too. He wasn't someone who usually needed credit for doing nice things. He certainly didn't need to impress Kara.
All this weirdness with her had to be the fault of their out-of-the-ordinary workplace. Not his fault or Kara's, but the beach's. Being together only half dressed had to be what had him thinking such strange thoughts. The book could help fix that.
“You'll have a chance to read it when I take Stacy to the beach.”
“Oh⦠Um, okay. I
have
been dying to read it.”
The disappointment in her voice sent waves of self-recrimination through him. He had just deliberately cut her out of his next break with Stacy. And she knew it. And it had hurt her.