Page 14 of Falling for the CEO

My entire body washurting even in places where I hadn't scraped off the skin. The fall shook me to my bones. I hadn’t been expecting it in the least. Becky pulled me to the concrete with full force. At least I hadn’t fallen face-first. As soon as I gave Becky water, I went to the bathroom. But if I started to wash myself now, I was just going to make a bloody mess. No, it was better to go to Spencer's, especially if he had first aid stuff. Besides, the sight of blood was not good for my stomach. It always made me queasy. The last thing I needed was to pass out while I tended to my own wounds. I couldn’t believe I’d sprawled all over the concrete like that with my ass hanging out. Thank heavens Spencer wasn’t looking. Before I could talk myself out of going over, I left the house and went to Spencer's front door, knocking as he'd instructed me. I waited for a few seconds, listening intently.

"We have company tonight,” I heard Spencer say through the door.

The door swung open, and I swooned. Spencer was carrying a baby and lookedsofine.

Had he been talking to the baby before? God, that was so cute.

"Hey, come on in."

"It's just the two of you?" I double-checked.

"Yeah, Agatha—the nanny—just left."

"I saw her arrive this morning, and she seems really nice."

"So far, it’s going well," he said.

I couldn't get a good read on him. Sometimes he seemed to have a great sense of humor, and sometimes he seemed like a grump.

"I already got the first aid kit out."

"Okay," I said following him through the house. It was styled very differently to Taylor's place.

Taylor had bought quite a few period pieces, but his decor was all white and modern. I liked it. It was a clean and sleek look. The bathroom was gorgeous and huge with marble on the floor and the walls. I particularly loved the freestanding tub.

At first glance, I thought he had a triple sink, but then I realized it was a double sink and the huge space next to it had a bassinet of sorts.

Spencer deposited the baby in it, careful with his head in a clumsy but adorable way. Not that I was any good with babies. I probably hadn't held one since I was a babysitter in high school. He put the first aid kit between the two sinks.

“Are the pets your responsibility all the time?” he asked.

“Yes. Since I'm mostly at home, I can keep an eye on them. Although they don’t like it when I’m in calls.”

"What do you do for work?" he asked.

"I'm a website developer at a big tech company but also take freelance projects on the side. You?"

"I run a publishing house."

"Oh, wait... Spencer Whitley. Is that Whitley Publishing?"

He nodded.

“I read quite a few of your magazines.”

"Do you enjoy them?"

"Yes, a lot. It can't be easy with the publishing world changing so fast."

"We’re always ahead of the curve."

I loved his confidence. We were standing by the sink, and I couldn’t ignore how close we were. I was more aware of his body than before. He was extremely well-built—his muscles were toned to perfection.

"Where do you hurt?" he asked.

"Everywhere."

He snapped his head up to look at me, focusing on my eyes. "Want us to go to an emergency room?"

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