Page 20 of Primal God

Two hours later, I’m back at my apartment, my phone to my ear.

“This is Dr. Santos.”

“Hi Dr. Santos. This is Lili Wolfe. João said you might be looking for some help this summer with your younger children.”

There’s silence on the other end. I glance at my phone to make sure the call hasn’t dropped.

“Dr. Santos? Are you there?”

“Yes, I’m here.”

Goosebumps lift on my skin as he speaks. God. I’d forgotten how deep his voice is. How his slight accent is sexy as hell…

“Oh, good,” I ramble. “Just didn’t want to be talking to dead air or something.”

As soon as the word ‘dead’ leaves my lips, I want to crawl into a hole and hide.

For the love of god, Lili, the man’s wife died a year ago and you know he’s struggling with it!

He says, “I have some time tonight. If you’re free, perhaps we can meet up and I’ll tell you what I’m in need of.”

Illicit images of Dr. Santos flash through my mind, mostly centered around the night in the hotel bathroom, which honestly feels like a fever dream sometimes. Like, did it even happen? But I know it happened… I have the proof.

“Ms. Wolfe? Are you there?”

“Yup! Still here. What time would you like me?”

“Seven.”

“Are you still at the same address?”

“I am.”

“Perfect. See you at seven.”

I end the call and then freak out.

What in the heck was I thinking calling him? One, what if he decides someone who will have a quickie in a bathroom isn’t fit to take care of his kids? Two, it’s going to be super awkward working for him when Istillhave a crush on him. Maybe I’ll get lucky. Maybe he’s not devastatingly handsome anymore. The thought sends me into action, and I google his name.Recent photos appear, and I groan. Because Dimitri Santos has somehow gotten even hotter since I last saw him.

“Like a fine wine,” I mutter to myself.

It’s not fair, really. He looks like a god, while I’ve gained weight. The thought has me snorting softly to myself. Of course, I have a reason for some of my weight gain. I stand, going to the crib in the corner of the room, where Raquel is sleeping.

My sweet girl is the spitting image of her father…

A tap on the door has me turning.

“Everything okay?”

I shake my head. “No. Are you free, or do you have to go to work?”

Cecely says, “I’ve got some time.” She nods her head toward the living room. “Let’s sit and talk.”

I follow her to the living room, sitting next to her on the couch.

“Well, what did the ex want?”

“He told me his dad needs a live-in nanny for the summer.”

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