Where You Belong: Chapter 2
Where You Belong: A Single Dad/Nanny Romance (The Giannelli Series – Love in Little Italy Book 1)
During my last year of school, the college scene held little to no appeal to me anymore. Instead of time spent in the bars or at frat houses, I chose to focus on my classes, my weekends consisting of lounging in my pajamas with a pint of ice cream and New Girl reruns.
As I glance down at my black slacks and white button-down shirt, the couple pounds I gained as a result of my ice cream habits are now obvious by my breasts stretching the material, begging to break free.
Now here I am, a twenty-one-year-old graduate from The Ohio State University and going on an interview for a summer nanny gig. Call it a quarter-life crisis, but it wasnât until after receiving my degree in finance that I chose it on a whim, believing it would give me the most opportunities. In reality, I have no idea what I really want to do with my life.
Iâve never understood how anyone can possibly know what they want for the rest of their lives when applying for college at the age of seventeen. Maybe itâs because Iâve spent most of my life without anyone considering my feelings, so when it came time to pick something all for myself, I didnât even know where to start.
Iâm not saying I didnât enjoy the major. Iâm just not entirely sure finance is where my heart is.
Alicia has been such a lifesaver. She has a cute little apartment near the city and lets me crash on her couch whenever I want to visit from Columbusâwhich is often.
Living in my mother and stepfatherâs house isnât going to work for me long-term.
Iâve had my degree for a total of two weeks⦠am I supposed to have it all figured out right away? I didnât think so, but they keep incessantly breathing down my throat about when I am going to settle down and find work.
I think they just want me out of the house. They think Iâm a distraction for my half-sister Emelia and half-brother Carter. My dad and stepmom live ten minutes away, but they arenât much more welcoming.
When Alicia told me to stay with her tonight, I was in my car driving up Highway 71 faster than a puppy chews up a new toy.
âWhy are you so dressed up?â Alicia asks from her bed as I straighten my shirt in front of her mirror. âItâs just a nanny position.â
I laugh. âI nannied all of my summers home from school. People with money, who are hiring you to protect their children, want to feel like someone with equal wealth and power will be the ones they are leaving their children with.â
âThatâs kind of ridiculous.â She kicks off the bed and stands behind me, looking at me through the mirror.
âYeah,â I agree as I put on a subtle pink lipstick. âRich people are insane.â
âWell, my dad said Gabe is a great guy. Heâs apparently kind of young for all the money he has come into recently. Maybe he wonât be a total dick.â
I shrug my shoulders. âDoesnât matter to me if he is or not. Iâm just there to watch his daughter and make some money.â
âIf heâs the man Iâm thinking of, heâs also fine as hell.â
Alicia raises her eyebrows suggestively.
Even if he is hot, Iâm not sure what she thinks Iâm going to do. Iâve been around attractive men before, Iâm sure I can manage to watch a good-looking guyâs child without catching a crush. Besides, itâs not like Iâve ever felt tempted since my first and only boyfriend. Itâs something Iâve never really told anybody, too embarrassed to even talk about.
âIâm not bothered by that. There are good-looking people everywhere. I still manage to go about my life,â I counter.
With one last glance in the mirror, I scrunch my fingers into the roots of my hair in an attempt for some last-minute body. I have long, thick brown hair. Itâs both a gift and a curse. If I put forth the effort, I can make it look pretty good with long waves cascading down, but itâs so heavy that getting body up top is challenging.
âWeâll see about that,â she mutters under her breath, laughing at me. âSo, he wants to meet you at his office? Thatâs kind of odd.â
âYeah. He said he needs to get some things done at the office and wants to spend some time with his daughter tonight. I guess if things work out, Iâll be starting on Monday. That will give me the weekend to drive home and pack up my clothes.â
âHow amazing would it be if we still get to live in the same city this summer?â She claps her hands in excitement as she follows me to the front door.
The idea of still getting to spend one more summer with her would be amazing. Over the last four years, sheâs become my family. Even her parents have taken me in as one of their own, letting me spend Easters and Thanksgivings with them when my own parents decided to take vacations with their new families.
âI canât even think about it right now. I may cry if I have to go back home this weekend and live with my mom.â
I grab my purse and slide into my black pumps.
âHow do I look?â I open my arms to Alicia.
âHot, yetâ¦professional,â she says, looking me up and down. âVery nice.â
I smile and shake my head at her. I wasnât going for hot, but Iâll take it.
When Gabriel called me last night, I was a bit taken aback. I knew Mr. Albertini was going to give him my number, but that was two weeks ago. When I never heard from him, I assumed he had already found someone. He is clearly desperate now, though. A phone call at ten p.m. asking me if I would be available for an interview the next morning doesnât exactly sound like someone who wants to take their time.
âOkay, I have to go. Wish me luck,â I say as I blow a kiss.
âGood luck, girl. You got this,â she shouts as the front door closes.
I take the elevator down the three flights, not wanting to work up a sweat or trip in my heels.
I put his address into my phone and let navigation lead me to his office in Shaker Square. As I drive through neighborhoods of beautiful homes that look old and yet well-maintained, Iâm surrounded by large trees that look like they are going to engulf you if you continue down the street.
When I get to the square, I notice a sign that reads Giannelli Family Selections. As I park my car, I look around at the beautiful architecture, and a flutter of nerves begins to dance around my stomach.
Upon entering the building, I am in awe of the crown molding and what appears to be the original hardwood floors that are still in amazing condition. The large staircase on the left leads up to French doors, and I slowly take the steps one at a time as I look around at the mosaic ceiling. I could get lost in the beauty of this building.
I open the door and am greeted with a beautiful display of wines and barrels surrounding another sign of the company name. As I approach the display, Iâm struck by the labels that seem to be from countries all over the world.
âYou can take one, I wonât tell anyone,â someone says, startling me. âSorry, I didnât mean to scare you.â
The man approaches me as he extends his hand. I shake it, trying to take in all his handsome features. He is tall and lean, with dark hair. He has a distinct jawline, made even more obvious by his perfectly shaved skin. The most shocking feature is his blue eyes against tanned skin.
âHi, Iâm Alexis. Are you Gabriel?â
He laughs affectionately. âIâm his brother, Marcus. Iâm the friendly one. You must be the new nanny.â
I adjust my blouse. âOh, no. I mean, Iâm here for an interview. Weâll see if I get the job.â
He looks me up and down, not subtle in his appreciation. âGabe will hire you. Heâd be crazy not to.â
A deep voice clears his throat from behind Marcus. I step back from Marcus as another man walks forward, stopping in front of me as my body instantly covers in goosebumps. This man looks very similar to Marcus, with the same dark hair, darker complexion, and tall build. The differences are that he has muscles that show through his suit, a light stubble covering his jaw, and dark eyes. They hold mine as I feel them assess me. I shiver at having this manâs full attention. There is something eerie in his stareâ¦like I can feel his anger as he takes me in.
Iâm not sure if Iâm intimidated or turned on.
âMarcus,â the man says with authority. âMind your business.â
Marcus gives him a serious look. âJust getting to know your new nanny.â
This is Gabriel? Iâm not sure what I was expecting. Maybe someone like Marcus, a bit more friendly and laid back. Certainly not the man standing in front of me.
âYou can follow me, Miss Moretti,â Gabriel instructs.
âOh, youâre Italian! Ma will love that.â Marcus smiles at me mischievously.
Gabriel doesnât acknowledge his comment as he begins to walk back down the hall he came out of. I donât miss the glare that takes over Gabrielâs, or Mr. Giannelliâs, face. Iâm not sure what he wants me to call him after his formal use of my name.
This man is seriously uptight. I want to whisper for Marcus to help me, but Iâm not sure he would do anything to save me. Instead, I follow Gabriel until we are walking into a room with Gabriel Giannelli on the door.
He gestures for me to go in first. âYou can take a seat in front of my desk.â
I walk into a large office with wooden floors, walnut crown molding, and antique-looking furniture. It screams power and wealth, but also someone who has appreciation for history.
When I take a seat in one of the leather chairs, Gabriel sits in his chair across from me. The desk divides us, reminding me that he is going to be my boss if I get the job. The other people I nannied for were a bit more laid back. We discussed my qualifications at their house, sitting on the couch or at the kitchen table with children running around.
I feel like Iâm interviewing for a position at this company, not to be the nanny.
âI see you already met my brother, Marcus,â he says as he straightens his tie. âI assure you the rest of the family is normal.â
I smile. âHe seems very kind. I didnât realize he was your brother.â
Gabriel nods his head at me. âThis is a family-run business. I started it with my siblings four years ago.â
âItâs a beautiful building you have here. I love the history it portrays.â
He nods his head but doesnât offer any further comments. âThank you for meeting with me on such short notice.â
âItâs no problem. It worked out that I was in town already.â
I squirm in my seat, still not sure how to act around him.
âIâll get right to the point. I need someone to be a live-in nanny for the summer to help take care of my four-year-old daughter, Sienna. My mother took a fall a couple weeks ago and needed surgery, so I need help while she recovers.â
âIâm so sorry to hear about your mother,â I sympathize with him. âBut I would be happy to help you out this summer. I have a lot of experience with kids as I used to nanny during my summer breaks.â
His eyes are looking at me all dark and broody again as he assesses me. âHow old are you, Miss Moretti?â
âIâm twenty-one,â I say with a smile. âAnd you can call me Alexis.â
I think I hear a grumble come from his throat. âOkay, Alexis. Iâm gonna be honest, Iâm not the most trusting person. Iâm only coming to you because Iâm desperate. The idea of leaving my Sienna with someone I donât know makes me nervous, but I canât be picky at this point, and Allen speaks highly of you. If I hire you, I would need your full cooperation. This is not one of those summer gigs where you can show up hungover to take care of my daughter or bring around other party-going college kids.â
I sit up straight in my seat. I donât care how intimidating he is, I wonât let anyone talk to me like that. Iâm not sure who he thinks he is.
âWith all due respect, Gabriel. I am not some teenage babysitter. I would never behave that way. Mr. Albertini would never vouch for me if he didnât think I was a responsible adult.â
I put emphasis on the last word because Iâm not sure he understands that Iâm not a sixteen-year-old who is going to invite her boyfriend over and sneak in beers.
âVery well,â he says, offering no apology. âWhat was your major at Ohio State?â
âFinance.â
âAnd you didnât want to find a job in finance instead?â he asks condescendingly.
âI just didnât want to make a rash decision without weighing all of my options first.â
Itâs getting exhausting explaining myself to people. Why are we expected to have our job lined up the day after we graduate? Iâm not interested in taking the first job that comes my way just to quit within the first year.
Before Gabriel can speak, his door swings open, and a little girl with beautiful dark brown hair comes running in, chuckling.
âDaddy.â The girl smiles as she throws herself into the stone-cold man in front of me.
His eyes sparkle for her as a small smile spreads across his face.
âSienna, I told you that you canât come in here right now. Daddyâs busy,â shouts a man I havenât seen yet as he barrels into the room.
This must be another brother. The genes of this family have blessed these men with incredible features. Itâs really quite difficult to see this many attractive men in the span of fifteen minutes.
âWho are you?â the little girl asks me while sitting on her fatherâs lap.
I smile at her, taking in her adorable outfit. âMy name is Alexis. Whatâs your name?â
âIâm Sienna. Alexis is a pretty name.â
âThank you. I think your dress is very beautiful, Sienna. Did you pick it out yourself this morning?â
Gabriel is silent as he watches me interact with his child.
âI did. Daddy picked out boring clothes. I told him I wanted to dress up for work. Iâm helping them today!â
I chuckle at her answer. She is completely serious, and itâs adorable.
I can understand why Gabriel is so set on finding someone he trusts, but he has been trying to dissect our conversation, looking for something to criticize me about. The dude needs to chill out.