“Well, Miss Scott, you certainly come with excellent references.”
“Thank you.”
Lisa acknowledged the compliment from the man sitting opposite her. His deep, resonant, sexy voice carried all the overtones of a man used to getting his own way, his orders going unquestioned. He had the film star looks to go with it, just as his wife did, perched, almost daintily on the couch next to him. She’d said very little, content to allow him to take the lead. Lisa had found that a little strange – usually it was the wife who interviewed for the nanny – but clearly not in this household. Instead, Mrs. Bannerman had simply sat there, staring at Lisa with her pale green eyes, a piercing gaze that seemed to be trying to find all her innermost hidden secrets.
“You can start immediately, Miss Scott?”
Lisa dragged her attention back to Mr. Bannerman.  Not that it was difficult.  He dominated the large room like very few men were capable of doing, the sense of his presence more than just overwhelming.
“Yes sir. I simply need to pack, fetch my bag from the hotel and check out. If I’m going to be working here, please call me Lisa.”
The head of the household nodded.
“Good. I will get Michael to take you to the hotel and wait for you to bring you back here. Then my wife will show you to your room, and introduce you to little Geran, your charge.”
“Thank you again sir, I hope he and I will get along very well together.”
Mr. Bannerman rose to his feet, fluidly, gracefully, almost cat like. Realising the interview was over, Lisa also rose, smoothing her dark blue skirt down over her legs, the skirt long enough to modestly cover her knees even when she was sitting.
“Ah, here’s Michael now. Michael, please take this young lady to . . .”
He turned to look enquiringly at her, one eyebrow raised in question.
“The Millbrook Motel, on Fifth.”
“You know it, Michael?”
The huge black man, clearly the family chauffeur, nodded his head.
“Yes, sir.”