Page 7 of Curvy Fake Wife for the Player

“I hate to do this so soon, but, ah, do you think you’ll be all right on your own for a couple of hours? I need to talk to my agent immediately.”

Agent. That was a big clue about what kind of big shot Mr. Witter was. “Sure.” I frowned because I couldn’t conjure up an image of him in anything I’ve seen recently. “You’re an actor?”

Mr. Witter unleashed a beaming smile that made it clear why he was a Hollywood heartthrob here in Texas. “No. I’m a hockey player.”

Okay, now I was really confused. “There’s hockey in Houston?”

Mr. Witter’s smile faded and I worried, for a moment, that I might have offended him. But a beat later, a loud laugh exploded out of him, startling both me and Dixie. “I promise to be offended by that later, but for now, I really need to head out.”

“Dixie and I will be fine for a couple of hours, but this isn’t enough to even get us through the night.” I patted the daisy diaper bag on the sofa to remind him that this wasn’t something we could postpone.

“Yeah, okay,” he nodded absently, clearly distracted. “This first and then baby supplies.” He slipped into a pair of sneakers and grabbed his keyes.

“Uh, Mr. Witter?”

He stopped and studied me. “Call me, Alex. You’ll be living in my home, no need to be so formal.”

“Okay then, Alex. You might want to put on a shirt before you head out.”

He looked down at his sculpted bare chest and grinned. “Good idea. Thank you, Sasha. You’re already helping.” He disappeared down the hall and returned a few minutes later in a fresh pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, looking like a big, beautiful, blond Viking before he rushed out of the apartment.

I turned to Dixie who was still studying my face with a ghost of a smile on her lips. “It’s just you and me for a while, kiddo. Let’s get to know each other.” I held her close and got acquainted with my new work and living space.

Chapter 5

Alex

Jack’s brown eyes held mine for a long, silent moment. With his elbows resting on his desk and his hands steepled together, he watched me until the silence became uncomfortable. Maddeningly uncomfortable.

“What the hell did you do?”

My brows knitted into a scowl. “Why do you assume I did anything?”

“Oh please,” Jack scoffed. “You show up at my office willingly and without an appointment? You did something and you think showing up here will soften the blow. So, hit me with it.”

Sometimes I hated that he knew me so well, and worse that I knew him too. I’d known Jack well enough to know that he wasn’t going to react well, which yeah, was exactly why I’d shown up unannounced.

“I have a baby.” The words kind of tumbled out of my mouth because I just needed to get them out before I said anything else.

“Explain.”

I nodded as I inhaled deeply and let it out slowly, repeating the move five times until I knew I could tell him everything I knew without stopping. “I can do the math to narrow down whothe mother could be, and I’d like to do that, but my first priority is a DNA test.”

“The first intelligent thing you’ve said.” Jack scribbled on the ever-present legal pad in front of him. “You’ll need someone to care for the child when training starts.”

I flashed a proud smile, finally relaxed enough to drop down in the black leather chair directly across from Jack. “Already did that.”

“You did? She needs to be a professional, not some woman trying to become Mrs. Witter, Alex.”

“No shit. Give me a little bit of credit. I went to the service Dante used and I have a nanny. Her name is Sasha, and the best part? She has no fucking clue who I am.” I recounted her disbelief at the fact that there was a hockey team in Texas. “It was a small blow to my ego but the relief overrode it.”

“That’s good. I’ll have NDAs drawn up for the nanny and the woman who runs the business. In the meantime, you need to keep the child under wraps. Don’t take her out with you in public, and for the love of money, do not let anyone get a picture of you and the child together.”

“Dixie,” I grunted protectively. “Her name is Dixie. Notthe child.” Why I suddenly felt so protective, I couldn’t say, but Jack’s attitude rubbed me the wrong way. “And she’s a baby, she needs fresh air and sunlight.”

Jack barked out a laugh, his expression was a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. “She’s a baby, Alex, not a fucking house plant. If she needs fresh air and sun, take her on the roof.” He rolled his eyes as if that was a reasonable solution.

“I’ll make sure Sasha takes her out alone so we’re not photographed together,” I promised him in the spirit of compromise. “I need a discreet and fast DNA test, and then I want someone to find where the mother is without contactingher.” I produced the birth certificate and handed it to Jack, watching as his eyes bounced over all the pertinent details.

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