CEO Aiden Kelley’s life of billionaire extravagance is flipped upside down when his ex shows up with a ten-year-old she claims is his. Totally out of his element and losing the control so integral to his success, he needs help. To top it all off, the only constant woman in his life, his executive assistant, has given notice just when he needs her help to survive his newfound fatherhood.
Chelsea Houston is an executive assistant, not a nanny. The only person more clueless about kids is her boss. Helping him on a daddy-daughter road trip is her last task before he’ll accept her two weeks’ notice and she can be free of the infuriating man she’s had a crush on for longer than she’d admit.
Aiden’s carefully ordered life has never been so disorganized, and he’s suddenly tempted by the things he thought he could never have. Things like love and family. Who knew chaos could be so damn fun?
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close, he could smell her. He could see the way her pupils dilated when he
touched her. He could hear the quick intake of breath as she otherwise went
very, very still.
“I can’t begin to thank you enough for your
quick thinking and willingness to help make all of these bumps in the road
smooth for Waverley,” he said.
But what he was thinking was that kissing
her might not be such a bad idea after all. He was thinking of how her lips
might taste and how she’d fit into his arms.
“Glermpfh,” she answered, turning away.
Faced with her stiff and poised back, he
considered that response. She’d moved to stare at the pump as the numbers
ticked upward, but her hand shook.
Just a little. Not something he even
would’ve noticed if he hadn’t been so intently studying her. “We should get a
room,” he said.
She abruptly yanked the nozzle out of the
car, but didn’t stop squeezing the handle, sloshing gas all over the side of the
car and onto his legs and shoes. Her scent vanished, washed away in the noxious
fumes of fuel.
USA Today Bestselling author of The Penthouse Prince
Virginia Nelson likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude – not always in that order.
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