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I focused on the ingredients ahead of me, briefly shutting my eyes and pretending like I was in my dream bakery.
Before I knew it, I was making enough sweets for fifty people, and I didn’t utter a word when Olivia carried two plates away.
While I glazed the final batch of turnovers, a grey-haired woman stared at me from the doorway.
“Let me guess.” I tried not to sigh. “Mr. Dawson sent you down here to kick me out.”
“Not exactly.”
“He’s such an ass.” I slammed a cabinet shut. “What type of boss thinks someone wants to mix a vacation setting with work?”
She arched a brow.
“He takes out all his terrible work decisions on me, like I advised him to buy the worst team in the NBA.”
“They are pretty terrible…”
“He comes home late, barely speaks to me, and then has the audacity to think he’s the father of the year,” I said. “I think he’sovercompensating since he can no longer live the ultimate ‘bad boy’ bachelor life. Hell, I’m shocked women still flock to him like flies, despite knowing he’s a dad; he’s probably terrible in bed, too.”
“I take it you’re his nanny?” She smiled.
“Unfortunately.” I sighed. “What do you do for him?”
“I’m Mama Raya.” She smiled. “Hismother.”
Holy shit… “I am so sorry, ma’am.” My cheeks burned. “I didn’t mean a word of what I said.”
“Yes, you did.” She laughed, strolling over to me. “Good to see I made the right decision to tell him hell no.”
“Your son is an amazing and brilliant businessman.” I tried to save face. “He’s a huge inspiration and a great example of what happens when you work hard and believe in yourself.”
“He is also probably very good in bed…”
“Stop it.” She was still laughing. “My son has had an unnerving sense of focus since the day I adopted him. I thought he would grow out of it, but he only became more intense as the years passed. Hell, when he was a basketball player, half of his teammates feared him.”
I bit my tongue.
I’d said enough words for the day.
“You look like you need a break, Nanny,” she said. “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off?”
“I doubt Mr. Dawson will be okay with that.”
“I’ll deal with him.” She picked up one of my pastries, and I suspected this could be a trap.
He’s testing me somehow.
“I haven’t readDaddy Loves MeorThe Little Blue Engine That Couldto the twins yet,” I told her. “They like how I sound out pages. Oh, and I’ve started singing the ‘One Little Monkey Falls off the Bed’ song, and it’s as fun for me as it is for them.”
“Cut the shit, Nanny.” She placed a hand on my shoulder. “Get out of here and find your way to the spa. I’ve got the kids from here.”
“Olivia, too?”
“Yes. Go away.”
Without hesitation, I untied my apron and rushed to my suite.
I changed into my pink bikini and searched for the spa.
