Royal Baby Maker by Nora Flite

Author:Nora Flite [Flite, Nora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-12-03T16:00:00+00:00

- Chapter Nine -

Nellie

In the three weeks since I'd begun working for the Callehursts, I'd learned several things about the rich and famous. Stuff like how they spent too much on Instacart when it'd be much easier to go to the store themselves, or how they'd never be caught dead wearing the same outfit twice. But chief among my lessons was this:

Being royalty doesn't mean you have any manners.

Miss Callehurst was a queen, but that didn't prevent her from shooting withering looks at me. She'd stopped hiding her distaste, though she was polite enough not to tell me what was under her skin.

I knew, of course.

I knew because Bishop had bluntly told me when I'd asked what was going on.

“Oh. I let her know I was seeing you.”

“You what?” My headache was instant. This meant she knew we were sleeping together—she had to know—and she'd bit her tongue and not said a word to me about it. I'd been sneaking around with Bishop, thinking we were staying under the radar, and she'd...

He poked me. “Are you angry? I thought you'd be relieved. You're not a secret, Nell. I want everyone to know you're mine.”

Swimming in a sea of pride, I smiled at him. “You're better at this flirting thing than I ever gave you credit for.”

He clicked his tongue and stretched back out on his bed. “Please. You loved my technique from day one.”

Okay. I had—but he didn't need to know that.

Checking my phone, I frowned. “Speaking of your mom, I should go find her. It's pay day.” The last week, when she'd written my check, she'd stabbed it at me so violently I'd expected her to slice open my throat.

Bishop rocked onto his side, his lowered eyebrows casting a slyness to his features. “'Pay day.' You do know I'd take care of you and any of your bills.”

“That's nice, but I'm... I still have to think this marriage thing through.”

“You don't get it.” He sat up, the springs shifting with his weight. “Even before we marry—”

“If.”

“—I'd still happily help you.”

Chewing my lip, I considered my words. “I appreciate that, but I'm one of those gosh-darn modern day independent woman. Plus, I like your dogs. I'd miss them if I wasn't walking them.” Giving him one more quick kiss, I dodged his arms that wanted to hold me down and do way more to me. His playful scowl made me grin. “Be back up in a bit!”

I was mostly down the curving stairs over the foyer when I heard the voices. I recognized Miss Callehurst easily, but the second one... I had to concentrate.

“Thank you, Cathleen. I really appreciate you putting in a good word about me with your son.”

Iris. The girl who'd thought I was a maid.

Leaning against the banister, I peeked over enough to see the tops of their heads. They couldn't see me from their angle. Bishop's mother was dressed in her usual draped shawl and pencil skirt. Iris had on something so low cut that, from where I was, I could tell she didn't have on a bra.

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