The Billionaire's Christmas Cinderella. Carol Marinelli

because of just that.

      ‘Why don’t you stay in one place?’ he asked again, and now he did probe, because suddenly Abe really wanted to know some more about her.

      ‘I guess because I’ve never stayed in one place for very long. We do what we’re used to, I suppose. Revert to type...’

      But he shook his head at her excuses.

      Abe wasn’t buying it.

      ‘Why?’ he asked again.

      He was brilliant at maths, but she didn’t add up.

      Abe wasn’t one for sitting talking by a fire, but she’d made him feel at ease, she made the place feel like a home, yet she chose not to have one for herself.

      ‘You want to know why?’ She looked at him then, blue eyes on black as they held the other’s gaze.

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Because I’d fall in love with the family,’ Naomi said. ‘And then one day it would be time for me to leave.’

      Her blue eyes were serious, and there was no trace of tears, which told him this was no revelation, she had known this about herself for a very long while.

      Naomi twisted his heart in a way no one else could, and a hell of a lot had tried.

      She twisted a heart that Abe hadn’t even known he had.

      He wanted to reach for her.

      It was as instinctive as that.

      And he wanted to chase her loneliness away in the only way he knew how.

      Abe looked down at her full lips, all shiny from the food they had shared, and he wondered about her pepperoni kisses and just laying her down and taking her by the fire.

      He wouldn’t.

      Not just because he had a conscience.

      Abe had long thought his conscience had been severed along with the umbilical cord.

      No, he wouldn’t make a move because there was something so rare about tonight.

      Something he didn’t want to jeopardise.

      And there was nothing he wanted her to regret.

      Naomi felt the burn of his gaze and she felt the shift in the atmosphere.

      The way he first held her eyes and then the lowering of them as they took in her mouth had her body prickling with sudden awareness.

      Naomi had never encountered a moment such as this.

      Just for a second, when rational thought was suspended, she wanted to know the feel of his mouth, and there was a sense of certainty that if he leant forward a fraction, then so too would she.

      There was silence, save for the hiss and occasional spit from the fire and the tick of a clock on the mantel, yet she could hear the roar of blood in her ears and she almost closed her eyes in anticipation of bliss.

      But Abe did not move forward. Instead, she watched as he looked away and reached for his drink, and so inexperienced was she that Naomi was certain she’d misread things.

      Jet lag, cognac, and an absolute dearth of knowledge about men told Naomi that she’d been imagining things, and had come very close to looking a fool. She blushed as she pictured herself sitting, eyes closed, and waiting for a kiss that would never come. Embarrassed, she told herself that if she was having fantasies about a playboy wanting her, then it really was time for bed.

      ‘I ought to get some sleep,’ Naomi said. ‘I’ve got a load of sightseeing planned for tomorrow.’

      She stood and re-fastened the tie on her robe then reached for the box. ‘Leave it,’ he said, because if she bent down to retrieve it, he might just pull her in.

      ‘’Night, Abe.’

      ‘’Night.’

      She made her way up the staircase and found her door, holding it together until in she was in the bedroom. But once there she sat on the bed and, head in hands, Naomi moaned.

      Not because she’d foolishly thought he’d been about to kiss her. She could easily talk herself down from that—he was surely one of New York’s most eligible bachelors, and there was no way he’d be interested in her.

      No, it was because of how she felt.

      In the space of an hour Naomi knew she had developed a king-sized crush on Abe and that was something she didn’t want or need. Not just because she was here to work and nothing must get in the way of that, but because she was scared of being hurt.

      Naomi guarded her heart with the same ferocity that she guarded her tiny charges.

      There had been no dates, no romance in her life.

      Her career took care of that, and she was grateful for it, especially on a night such as this.

      She simply refused to open herself up to potential hurt.