Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“Wrong,” he went to the coffee table, spreading out the magazines so they were all visible. “This isn’t something a quick press release can fix. People are already asking questions about you and the baby,” he pointed at me as if I was the cause of this. “They’re speculating that you’re his secret girlfriend and the baby is your love child. We have to fix it. Now.”
“Jack,” Alex began but his agent stopped him with a hand.
“Twenty million dollars, Alex.”
Twenty million dollars? That was a lot of money and even though my curiosity burned, I told myself I didn’t want to know what it was about. This was his business, not mine. I reached for Dixie and kissed the top of her head.
“Dixie and I will get out of your way and let you talk business. Good luck,” I told Alex and walked away.
“Don’t run too far, nanny. You’re in this too.”
I froze and turned slowly, shaking my head. “My job is to take care of Dixie, that’s it. I signed your paper promising I wouldn’t talk about any of this, and I won’t. You’re welcome.”
Alex held up his hands, showing off sculpted biceps. “How are we going to fix this and what does Sasha have to do with it?”
Excellent question.
“I’ll get back to you on that when I’ve worked out the details. Both of you.” His gaze bounced back and forth between us before he let out an anguished moan and marched out of the penthouse like a man on death row.
“That went well,” I said sarcastically, because what I really wanted to say to him was, I told you so.
He glared at me as if he could read my mind and pointed a finger in my direction. “Don’t even think about saying it, Sasha.”
I bit back a grin. “I’m not thinking about saying anything,” I lied.
A low growl erupted and Alex opened his mouth to say something but snapped it shut. He shook his head and did it again, before he groaned in frustration.
“I’m going to work out.” He stomped from the room, a cloud of expensive cologne and anxiety in his wake.
I held Dixie close and when I was sure I was alone, I laughed.
Chapter 11
Alex
Working out. Training.
That was the only thing I did for the past three days other than spend time with Dixie, because news of me and Sasha was everywhere. I’d made the mistake of leaving the penthouse—on my own—and the first newsstand I came to was covered in images of me and Sasha from that baby store. Online was, of course, worse by about ten country miles.
There were comparisons of Sasha and Tatiana everywhere, from their fashion choices to the way I interacted with them. The consensus so far was that I was in lust with Tatiana but Sasha was my soul mate. It was totally out of hand, and after that first day, leaving the penthouse without security wasn’t possible so I spent my days working out, training and going over last season’s games.
A prisoner in my own home.
Still, the season started soon and I couldn’t afford to start with an injury so I couldn’t overdo it. I stepped back from the weight bag and wiped my forehead before leaving the gym to go in search of water.
“Hey.”
Sasha looked up from where she was carefully feeding Dixie a tiny spoon of orange mush. “Hey. Good workout?” Her brows dipped in concern but she kept it to herself, which I appreciated.
“It was all right.” I shrugged and guzzled a full bottle of water before tossing it into the recycling bin under the sink.
“Isn’t there such a thing as overtraining?” I glared at her and she laughed. “Forget I asked.”
Forget. As if I could. She was the reason being stuck at home was such a problem. She walked around in perfectly appropriate outfits for a nanny, but in my mind they were X-rated lacy and silky things that I unwrapped from her sinful curves. Every smile was an invitation, and that husky, lyrical laugh? It was too fucking much to handle without a release.
“I’m fine,” I growled.
“Okay,” she said in a high-pitched voice before she shrugged at my response and turned back to Dixie.
“What are you feeding her?”
“Broccoli and sweet potatoes,” she answered without turning back to me, which I deserved.
“Is there any left?” I asked in a grouchy tone.
“There might be,” Henrietta said as she entered the kitchen with Jack on her heels. “If you ask nicely,” she added with a teasing grin.
“Please?”
“Of course,” she said as she brushed past me and made her way to the stove. “Jack is here,” she added as an afterthought for the sole fact it would piss him off.
My gaze lifted from Henrietta to Jack who wore a satisfied smile. “What or who put that smile on your face?”