Page 49 of Faking it with the Billionaire
Bristol is my daughter. The nanny should be coming to me, not Em.
But Em has been around more than I have lately. It’s like the two of them are becoming friends, and I’m not sure I like that—they both work for me.
I wait for Em to emerge from the shower, sitting on her bed. We have a game tonight, so at least I’m not going to be late for practice.
The shower turns off, and I’m silent, not wanting to alert her that I’m waiting for her in her bedroom. She won’t be thrilled, but if she’s going to avoid me, then I’ll do whatever is necessary to get five minutes alone with her.
The bathroom door squeaks open, and steam emanates from behind her as she steps out in only a towel. Her hair is wet, dripping down her shoulders, making her skin glisten.
“Kyler! What are you doing in here?” She clutches the towel tighter across her chest.
If only she’d drop the towel and let me ravish her. We both need it; the sexual tension between us keeps growing. I shift against the bed, hoping she doesn’t realize how hard I am for her.
“We’re having a home game, and I want you to come—in the stands. I want you there.” I feel like a teenager all over again, blabbering and nervous. It’s not like she hasn’t seen my dick when she was sucking me that night the guys were over.
I should have another night with the team over if that’s what it takes to get her down on her knees. It was pure heaven. She knows how to use her tongue and throat. I groan when she interrupts my thoughts.
“Fine. I’ll be there. Get out!” She points at the door, wanting me to leave.
I take my time, slowly standing from the bed as I waltz toward the door. My dick hardens as I steal another glance at her over my shoulder.
“Can you move any slower?” she huffs with wide eyes. “Out. Now!”
* * *
Once again, the feisty brunette avoids any time alone with me. She’s focused on her tablet, which gives her access to all the security cameras and anything else that she needs.
Bristol has the day off from school, and Lia is on her tail, making sure she’s changed, fed, and cared for. She’s attentive to Bristol’s needs, which is incredibly important, while she doesn’t have the faintest idea about the threats to our family.
“Mr. Greyson,” Lia says, closing the fridge after grabbing the carton of orange juice. “When I picked up Bristol from school yesterday, her teacher mentioned you’re supposed to have dinner with one of the other parents.”
“Right. I’ll have Em call and schedule the dinner for our place.”
Emerson glances up at me, one eyebrow raised higher. How the hell does she do that?
“Are you sure that’s wise? It might be better if we go out to eat,” Em says, glancing briefly at Lia. She’s trying to talk around the nanny and not alarm her about the Moretti family.
I highly doubt the Morettis are the ones threatening me, leaving notes behind for me to fall onto. It’s not like the mafia to leave a threat unsigned. I’d expect them to hand deliver it or, more likely, make the threat to my face.
This leaves me pondering who the hell is behind the threats to my daughter. I’ve never been involved in any gambling rings or met with any bookies. Jasper is just as clean. The boy is a saint. He spent his years after Mom and Dad passed away focusing on school, his grades, and hockey.
The threat is coming from somewhere else.
I glance at Lia and give a forced smile. “We’ll follow up with them and make dinner arrangements. Thank you for bringing it to my attention.”
Lia gives a puzzled look but shrugs it off and helps Bristol clean up after breakfast.
Em seems to sense Bristol and Lia are getting ready to leave the kitchen, and she grabs her coffee and tablet, prepared to follow after them. I appreciate her shadow-like abilities, but they’re safe inside my home.
I grab Em’s arm, not letting her disappear just yet. “Tonight, I want you at the game.”
“I know. I heard you after my shower. I’ll be there. In the meantime, I need to make a few calls and find out what I can about that note.” She glances me over. There’s a look of disappointment that crosses her features. “You should have told me sooner.”
I lower my voice to keep the echo down to a minimum. I don’t want Bristol or Lia to overhear the conversation. “I told you what you needed to know. I did what I needed to do to keep my daughter safe.”
“We could have put all of this behind us a whole lot sooner if you’d have just turned over the note and let me investigate its origin.”
“And you’d have been at the hockey arena instead of keeping your eyes on my daughter. Bristol is the priority. Send whatever you need to Jaxson and his team. But your responsibility is protecting my kid.”
