The Lawyer's Nanny_A Single Daddy Romance
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“Well, shoot, if you’re right, we should get some shots outside before it starts.”
“Good idea. I’ll grab my coat. You can come upstairs and wait in the kitchen if you like, it’ll only take me a minute.
“Okay, thanks. Lead the way,” I say grabbing my coat and camera bag. I don’t need him to lead the way. I remember this house. I studied it last year before coming to do the initial shoot. I’m a serious planner. I plan everything down to the last detail, and then I find some more details and plan those, too. So when I learned I was coming to the country’s largest ranch to take pictures of the richest rancher in his mansion, I looked up the blue prints on the county assessor’s website. I studied the plans and poured over pictures from other magazine shoots like Better Homes and Garden. I researched Ashton Pride and his climb to the top of his business and his personal background as well.
None of that was required of me, and a lot of it was unnecessary, but I don’t like surprises. Anything I can do to avoid stepping into the unknown, I’ll do it.
In the kitchen, I stand and look out the French doors at the dark clouds forming in the sky, and I could swear I see flurries. When I squint and lean forward, I’m sure. It’s starting to snow, and Ash said it was going to snow a lot. Crap, I hate it when weather messes with my plans. I have three days to do this job—three. Then I have to be back to pick David up from at his friend’s house before he wears out his welcome.
“See, what’d I tell you?” Ash says from behind me.
I turn and find him standing there wearing his coat, gloves, cowboy boots, and hat. He is an incredibly handsome man and worthy of the title Sexiest Man Alive for sure. But this year, I’d like to get his assistant on the cover. That man is sex on a stick personified.
“You were right. I can’t believe it. The forecast today was partly sunny, fifty degrees, zero chance of rain, and thirty-five percent humidity. Wind six miles per hour.” I couldn’t help throwing in that last part. The wind is important you know.
He lifts his eyebrows. “Wow, you’re quite the weather person, aren’t you?”
I smile a small, embarrassed smile, “I’m into details. Sometimes I get carried away, sorry.”
“No reason to apologize, being detail oriented is a great trait to have. Too bad your forecast wasn’t correct, though. I don’t need this today.”
Mr. Gorgeous enters the kitchen and stops short when he sees us. He closes his eyes for a second as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t and opens them when Ash speaks to him. “Oh hey, I didn’t think you’d be downstairs this early, sorry man,” Ash says. This is confusing to me. He apologized like this was his hot assistant’s house and not his.
“It’s fine. I’m watching Cannon for Stella so she can study, and he’s thirsty.”
“Ah, I see. Thanks for doing that, she’s struggling with everything right now.”
Hot assistant nods, and the room falls into an awkward silence. Ash isn’t introducing me, and it’s making everyone uncomfortable. I’m not one to pass up an opportunity to meet a sexy-as-hell man, so I step up and take control of the situation.
“I don’t think we have been properly introduced. I’m Allison Green, it’s nice to meet you,” I say stepping forward to offer my hand. He looks at it like I have a contagious disease for a moment before he answers.
“Ridge. Nice to meet you, too,” he says taking a jerky step closer to shake my hand. When we touch, a surge of energy shoots all the way up my arm, and then there’s more awkward silence.
What is wrong with these guys?
“Well, we should get outside before it starts blowing. See you later, Ridge,” Ash says popping the weird bubble of silence.
Ridge walks to the refrigerator and opens it without another word to me. Is this guy an asshole or just super rude? I can’t decide. Either way, he doesn’t deserve a goodbye from me. I shrug it off and follow Ash outside into the falling snow.
Who needs a sexy cowboy anyway?
3
Ridge
City Girls, Pfft
I am officially having the worst day I’ve had in years. It’s March 12th, and we are in the middle of the biggest snowstorm of the winter. Any other time this wouldn’t bother me one bit. I don’t mind the snow at all, and Ash keeps the house stocked with enough food and supplies to last a month without leaving.
It’s not the storm that irritates me, it’s the fact that we have a house full of reporters and photojournalists—one in particular—who are stuck here until the roads are cleared.
Allison Green is too curious, too inquisitive, and too connected to the world that tried to destroy me. She has city girl overachiever written all over her. She is trouble to be avoided at all costs.
So aside from hiding in my quarters on the third floor, which I cannot do when I’m working, I will be dealing with Ms. Green and her uptown-girl ways for a while. She had better stay out of my way and keep her camera’s lens cover on, or we are going to have trouble.
It’s one o’clock in the afternoon, and I am in the kitchen having lunch with my boss’s five-year-old son, Cannon—grilled cheese and apple slices. The meal makes me shiver. I detest kid food, but it’s what he likes, so that’s what we’re having.
Cannon is staring out the French doors at the snow piling up on the patio. “Can we go outside and play in it?” he asks.
“Not until the storm is over,” I say taking the last bite of a greasy, processed cheese sandwich. I’m not at all interested in going outside in this storm. Playing with young children makes me uncomfortable. I’m not good with kids. I try, but somewhere along the way, all childlike innocence faded away and was replaced with militant responsibility and order.
I had to grow up quick. My father died when I was ten leaving me the man of the house looking after my mom and two little sisters. I didn’t have enough time to be a child, and that is why I can’t relate to them.
“But this is when it’s fun,” he whines.
“Why is bundling up in five layers of clothing to run around in blowing snow and freezing temperatures fun?” I should not be in charge of this poor kid. He’s going to be jaded and calloused to the idea of fun by dinnertime. But my job is to make sure things run smoothly in this house and helping out from time to time with Cannon makes things run smoothly. Not to mention watching Stella chase Cannon around entertaining and home schooling him while she’s pregnant and taking a full load of college courses is a recipe for chaos.
Things are much easier now than they used to be before Ash married Stella. Stella is the naughty kid whisperer. When Cannon met her, it was like a switch was thrown turning a headstrong wild child into a sweet little boy. I am grateful for that, which makes me grateful for Stella, which makes me feel good about looking after Cannon.
“Dunno, it’s just more fun, that’s all. Please, Uncle Ridge, take me outside,” he begs with his palms pressed together in prayer position. I secretly like it when he calls me Uncle Ridge—it makes me feel like a real part of Ash’s family. I will never admit it, though. Cannon stores bits of information away to use as weapons of manipulation later on. I don’t need him using that title against me to get what he wants. He’s smart, much smarter than other kids his age. I know this because when he has play dates, I marvel at how bright he is compared to his peers.
“Well, maybe when Stella is finished studying, she will take you out so you can freeze your nose hairs and numb your feet. For now, you need to eat your lunch.”
He groans and drops his head back dramatically to look at the ceiling and sigh. “But…”
“No buts, eat so we can play basketball in the gym.” He won’t say no to that. Running around like a maniac in the Pride’s home gym is like crack for this kid. I don’t mind tossing a ball around with him if it will tire him out, and it usually does.
“Yay! Basketball!” he yells throwing his hands up in the air.
“Basketball? Did I hear someone say basketball?” a voice says behind me.
“Allison, nice to meet you, Cannon,” she says moving closer. God, please let this kid eat faster. I need to get out of here.
“You wanna play basketball with us? Uncle Ridge won’t take me outside in the snow so we’re gonna go to the gym.”
Shit. I lift my hand to pinch the bridge of my nose and count to ten. He just invited the enemy to spend the afternoon with us—shoot me. Won’t somebody just get it over with and shoot me?
“I’d love to. That could be the perfect opportunity to get a few pictures of your gym for the story we are doing on your daddy.” She pulls a chair out and sits down on my left. Cannon is on my right. How did I become the meat in this terrible sandwich?
“You take pictures?” Cannon asks shoving a giant bite of grilled cheese into his mouth.
“Yeah, I do. Uh, you’d better be careful taking bites like that, or you’ll choke,” she warns. He can’t respond because he’s chewing, which is something he will be doing for the next five minutes with a bite that size, I imagine. Now I’m going to have to talk to Allison uptown girl myself—thanks a lot, Cannon.
“So, Ridge, what is it that you do for the Pride family?” she asks turning her whole body in her chair to face me. “Besides babysit,” she adds purely to irritate me.
“Mum non a aby!” Cannon says with a mouth full of food. He hates to be called a baby. Allison squints her eyes at him trying to figure out what he said.
“He says he’s not a baby. He hates to be called a baby. And I am Ash’s personal assistant and head of security for the ranch. I would like to take this opportunity to instruct you not to take any photographs of me while you are here. I’m a very private man, and I don’t want anything to do with Mr. Pride’s article.”
One side of her mouth rises in a smirk, and then she rolls her eyes. I have never wanted to smack a woman, but the thought just crossed my mind.
She turns to Cannon who is still chewing, “I apologize, Cannon. I wasn’t thinking, of course, you are not a baby. It’s undeniable that you are a young boy.” Then she turns back to me. “And as for you, I would like to take this opportunity to tell you that I hadn’t planned on taking a photograph of your smug, arrogant face, and if you happen to be in the background of any of them, I will happily edit you out.”
Typical city bitch slinging attitude and sass wherever she goes. Her sass is merely a drop in the bucket compared to the one I used to work for. No one is worse than Livi Fox. I can handle her.
“Then we understand each other, great.” I stand and push out my chair harder than I’d intended. “Are you finished?” I ask Cannon, and he nods hopping off of his chair finally swallowing his food.
“Yeah, let’s go!” he yells. Cannon always yells when he is excited. He yells when he’s not excited. Cannon is a yeller.
“Not so fast there, mister. You need to wash your hands first and put your dishes in the sink,” I remind him. He knows I’m all about order and discipline. He respects that, and it’s a good thing, or I wouldn’t be looking after him.
He marches to the sink and steps up on the stool I have placed in front of the sink just for him, rinses his plate, and washes his hands. I’m proud. The fits he used to pitch about doing that simple chore were astronomical. Thank God for Stella.
“You’re coming, right, Allison? You can take my picture, I don’t care. Will you throw the ball? Can you play basketball? Do girls play basketball?” The last question was directed at me.
“Yes, girls play basketball,” I answer.
“I’m coming with you. I’ll prove it,” Allison says getting up from the table.
“Cool, come on, this way!” he yells while running out of the kitchen.
I wave my arm toward the door, “After you.” I may not like her, but I still have manners, and she does have a great ass. I might as well enjoy the view.
We make our way through the house, Cannon squealing with delight, and Allison’s hips gently swaying hypnotizing me with her perfectly round ass. The more I watch it, the more I think about touching it until I mentally scold myself for even entertaining the thought.
She is the enemy, an evil temptress who works for the devil gathering photographs for his henchmen to pair with stories that ruin lives. I will not lust after her. I will not.
Now if only my cock would listen to my mind—it’s rock hard in my jeans and rapidly becoming uncomfortable—my body reacting to her curves, her silky jet-black ponytail hanging down her back, and her salty attitude.
I shake my head trying to rid it of lustful thoughts as we enter the gym. Ah, the smell of sweat and hard work. I breathe it in and let it calm the beast in my pants.
“You wanna play Horse?” Cannon asks.
“Sure.” She turns to me with her hands on her curvy hips and asks with a straight face, “Where are your balls?” She smiles raising her eyebrows challenging me to be inappropriate. It won’t work.
“On the ball rack,” I say pointing at a rack holding twelve basketballs on the other end of the court.
“I’ll get em,” Cannon yells, and he’s off running down the court.
“He seems sweet,” she says looking at me like she did this morning—curious—still trying to place me.
“He is.”
“I heard from the last photographer that he hasn’t always been so sweet.”
Is this woman trying to get information about the Pride family out of me for her precious magazine? Are there no limits or taboo topics they won’t publish? Children and their problems, no matter how big or small, do not need to have their shit smeared across the front of a magazine just so some hoity-toity snob can make a buck.
“He’s a good boy, and that’s all you need to know.”
She makes a little noise, an erotic hmm that I imagine her making during sex and then leaves me to help Cannon. That noise has me hard again. I’m getting frustrated with my cock for reacting to the enemy’s simple sounds and swaying hips.
I sit on a bench and watch Allison kick off her heels and run around barefoot with Cannon playing basketball. She looks right at home shooting a three pointer from half court in her pink pantsuit. I wonder what she looks like without that pink pantsuit. I’m willing to bet her skin is soft, pampered by spa treatments, and her hair is probably like silk from frequent visits to hair salons. City girls, they’re all alike—high maintenance and expensive taste—everything I bend over backward to stay away from—yet here she is tempting me with the very things I loathe.
Stella can’t be done studying soon enough. I have to get away from this woman. I can’t have thoughts of Allison in my bed writhing underneath me while I pound into her wandering around in my head. She’s a distracting witch using her womanly wiles to trick me into revealing my identity. Well, I have news for her. It won’t work.
4
Allison
Mystery Man
“Hey, how are you? Having fun without me?” I ask my little brother. Well, he’s not exactly little, he’s fifteen years old and almost six foot tall, but he will always be my little brother.
“Nah, same old, same old. Playing video games with Darius and football practice, that’s it.”
“That’s it? Are you not doing your homework? Please tell me you’re doing your homework. You have two tests next week and an English literature paper that’s due on Monday morning.”
“Chill, big sis. I got it, I got it. You worry too much and damn you know more about my homework than I do. What day’s my calculus test again?”
“Wednesday, it’s Wednesday. You’ve been going to your tutor right? I pay that girl, so you better take advantage of her services.”
“Ally, listen to yourself. You sound like some crazy suburbanite mom ragging on her kid about homework. And about the tutor, hell to the yes I’m going, she’s fire.”
“Good, well, keep your mind out of the gutter and your hands to yourself then.” I pause and think back on the day I spoke to his math
tutor. I don’t remember her being, ‘fire.’ “Are you going to the same tutor I hired?”
He laughs. “Yeah, I just told you I never miss a lesson.” I do not like the way he said lesson like she’s teaching him more than calculus.
“I’m serious, David, stay focused. You need excellent grades to get those scholarships for college, no slacking.”
His voice softens, “I know, Ally Cat. I’m studying, I promise.”
“Thank you. So, I’m still at the Silversage Ranch where we were doing the photo shoot. It’s snowing like crazy here, and we can’t get out until the storm is over and the streets are plowed. If I lose service, that will be why. I thought you should know.”
“It’s snowing? In March?”
“Yeah, apparently it’s not unusual. But this is a lot of snow. I’m crossing my fingers that we will get home the day after tomorrow as planned, but if we don’t, will you be able to stay at Darius’s another day?”
“His mom loves me. I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem.”
I sigh with relief. “Oh good, that’s one less thing for me to worry about.”
“Stop worrying, sis. I’m lit, school’s lit, that tutor is really lit…” he says dragging out the part about the tutor on purpose to yank my chain.
“Okay, stop it. Call me for anything. I love you.”
“Love you, too, later.”
“Bye.” I disconnect the call and flop back onto the bed and watch snowflakes the size of small pancakes fall from the sky. Snow in Montana is no joke. Snow in New York is no joke either, but we have had several mild winters, and I think people have forgotten how bad it can be.
It’s so quiet here. There are no horns blaring, no stomping overhead, no police sirens screeching. I’m not used to so much quiet. I sit up and look around the room for a TV to turn on for background noise. Not finding one, I get up and open the cabinet over the dresser and voilà—a TV.
With Ellen talking in the background giving a new car to an unsuspecting guest, I go through the pictures I took today. They’re all good. It’s easy taking photographs of the sexiest man alive. I don’t know how we will ever choose which ones to publish. When I’m halfway through them, I come across the pictures that I took of Cannon in the gym. He’s such a smart kid and good at basketball, too. He kicked my ass at Horse two times in a row.