Page 20 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
Oh, it’s so good. I wouldn’t say Nash and I are anything like Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, but there’s definitely some tension between us. Hopefully, it doesn’t get in the way.
Also, I’m pretty sure if I married the guy who caused my brother so much grief, it would cause some familial issues.
Wait,marriage? What am I even thinking? Obviously, seeing Elizabeth marry Mr. Darcy on screen is driving me batty. Fortunately, the show is over and as the credits roll, I check my phone. Okay, it’s time to go. No use putting it off. I know what will happen if I don’t show up.
Stupid Nash with hispropositions.
I plug the address he gave me into my GPS and drive myself over. I’m a Fresno native, born and raised, so a lot of the area is somewhat familiar to me, but as I get closer to Nash’s house, things are looking eerily familiar. Like I was here not too long ago familiar.
I turn on to the road that his home should be on, and it finally dawns on me that I was here a couple of nights ago because the house I’m approaching is the one where Nash and I hooked up Friday night.
“Ofcoursehe lives here,” I scold myself. How could I have not seen through that lie? His boss’ house, my ass. This ishisplace. So not only does he own his own business, but he’s an uber rich guy.
I let out a big sigh.
I don’t know what I’m getting myself into, but I hope it’s nothing shady. They put accountants in jail these days, and I can’t risk that because who would look out for my nieces then?
I get out of the car and smooth my skirt down, making sure my outfit is in place. I’m starting to think that maybe Nash has some files at his house that he wants me to look at. My short time as a junior accountant taught me that rich people are eccentric and do things their own weird way.
I could even be doing his taxes. It’s a little early, but it’s never a bad thing to get a head start. Really, anything is possible.
I walk up the pathway to the front door, but it opens before I get all the way there. Nash leans against the doorjamb and stares at me as I approach him. I thought I’d be able to hold it together once I saw him, but his discerning gaze is cracking through my exterior.
He’s huge, even with that massive framing leaning casually against the frame. His shoulders are so wide that they take up the entire space, and his blue eyes look me up and down as if he’s undressing me. Hot thrills run through my body, and I try to calm my racing pulse. Unfortunately, this man has seen what’s underneath my clothes already, and I blush at the memory myself.
This is not going to be easy.
Nash must have just woken up because his hair is tousled like it needs a good brushing. But he’s fully dressed for the day in jeans and a t-shirt. It’s regular casual wear, but the clothes sit on his body like he’s a model.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep myself together. My heart accelerates at the sight of him. It’s going so fast, I’m sure it’s going to burst out of my chest and run away.
I reach the door, and we look at one another. Nash doesn’t make any attempt to step aside, so I can walk in.
“Good morning,” I greet him.
“You’re on time.”
“Of course, I’m on time. I’malwayson time to work,” I say peevishly. Did he think I was going to be late? What gave him that impression? He doesn’t even know me, and Nash already has this unfavorable opinion of me.
“That’s good to know. Do you want to come inside?”
He doesn’t wait for my answer and just walks into the house before disappearing around a corner. I press my lips into a line and follow him inside. When I step into the home, I can’t see where he’s gone. I keep walking, wondering if I’m going the right way, but then I hear the door close behind me. I jump at the sound and turn around to see him by the main entrance.
What? How did he get there?
“Let’s go to my office.” Nash strides past me, and I follow him. As we make our way to his office, I get the chance to see even more of the house. Friday night it was too dark, and I was preoccupied withotherthings. And Saturday morning, I was rushing to get out of here.
But now, in daylight, his home is even more sumptuous than I realized. It’s just so luxurious. Chandeliers sparkle in the sunlight, casting mini rainbows on the wall. Artwork is placed in various places, and every single one looks expensive with fancy frames and spot lighting. I see wiring for an AV system that looks like the best of the best.
It’s clear to me that Nash isreallyrich. Like the type of wealth that most people don’t dare to dream about because it’s insane.
We get to a closed door that he pushes open, revealing a wood-paneled room. There’s a huge desk close to a large window, an expensive looking maroon colored rug, as well as some scattered furniture. Nash closes the door behind me, and I look to him for guidance. I have no idea what’s going on or what we’re about to do.
“Sit down,” he motions to his desk. I go towards his desk, and I feel him following behind me, but I don’t turn around. I take a seat at the chair by the desk. But Nash doesn’t go to his office chair. Instead, he stands right in front of his desk, so that he’s facing me.
He’s still not saying anything. Although I can hardly breathe from his nearness, I summon my courage.
“Um, do you have some spreadsheets for me to look at, or tax returns I need to review? Receipts, maybe?” I ask tentatively. “I’m in the process of becoming a CPA, so technically, I’m not certified, but I’m very good at my job and could confidently do any amount of accounting work you need.” If I hadn’t left so suddenly, I’m sure Porter Peabody would have been more than happy to give me a recommendation. Hopefully, I didn’t burn my bridges too badly because I’m going to need a job after all this is over.
