Manhattan Billionaires

Billionaire. CEO. Single dad. And, apparently, my date to Manhattan's most exclusive ball. I thought my invitation was a birthday present from my best friend. The dress, the limousine, the red carpet . . . I thought they were meant for me. That was mistake number one. Then my date arrives, all gleaming cufflinks and tousled hair, steely blue eyes, and a body honed to masculine precision. Arrogant. Charming. Panty-melting. And melt, they do. Hanky-panky with a rich hottie in the back room of the event I'm crashing? Don't mind if I do. Listen, don't judge me. It's my birthday, remember? Nothing that happens tonight counts in real life. Ha. Right. That's mistake number two. Because the next morning, I start my new job as the nanny for a high-profile client. And my new boss, the owner of this swanky Manhattan penthouse, and the father of these two adorable hellions? Yup. Mr. Hanky-Panky. But the biggest mistake of all? Staying with him. Working for him. Letting my guard down, falling for him . . . And crashing. Splat. Oh-then I find out I'm pregnant. Contains mature themes.

Billionaire. CEO. Single dad. And for the next seven days, this arrogant hunk is going to be my boss. Easy, right? All I have to do is be a good nanny to Leif Sorensen's adorable, hell-raising, ballet-loving daughter. Keep my head down, my hands to myself, and forget about this silly crush I've been nursing for the past six years. So he's big, and blond, and he stars in all my not-so-innocent "Hot Viking Ravages Innocent Maiden" fantasies? Who cares? Certainly not me. Nope. My week-long contract is my ticket out of trouble, and I'm not going to mess it up. This payday is about to solve a lot of my problems. Then I'll move on. Except . . . Leif has other ideas. Like, for example, when he tugs me into a spare room and demonstrates how similar his fantasies are to mine. It's purely intellectual, of course. We're just comparing notes. But when my contract is over, I realize that I might have gotten myself into trouble instead of out of it. See, I've gone and fallen head over heels for my billionaire boss. And I do it before I realize what he's hiding from me . . . Oh-then I find out I'm pregnant. Contains mature themes.

Being a dog walker isn't as glamorous as you might imagine. Unless, of course, you're walking a tech billionaire's German shepherd mix. And when your grumpy, gorgeous, billionaire boss asks you to spend the evenings at his place to babysit his teenage niece, who are you to refuse? You think, what could possibly go wrong? I'll tell you what can go wrong: Your business implodes, your heart shatters, and you find out you're carrying his baby. I'm speaking from experience here. Don't do it. Be smarter than I was, and run. Contains mature themes.

There are many ways to reunite with a former flame. Walking into his office as his newest employee, fainting at his feet, and then having him discover you've been hiding his child for seven years is probably not recommended by relationship experts. Yet here we are. Seven years ago, I met Cole at my cousin's wedding. I was a freshly dumped, slightly buzzed bridesmaid seeking refuge in the hotel bar. He was brooding, mysterious, and saved me from a would-be thief who was clearly making poor life choices. (Kind of like me, as it turned out.) Now he's my bossthe demanding, terrifying Cole Christianson who doesn't know the meaning of work-life balance and definitely doesn't know that we made a baby together all those years ago. I'd planned to be professional, collected, and absolutely not attracted to him anymore. Instead, I've cried in the bathroom, been cradled in his arms (again), and discovered he's engaged to someone else. The executives' retreat is next week, and at this rate, I'll be unemployed, exposed, and possibly re-seduced by the time it's over. Some women never learn. Hi, I'm some women.