be treated as part of the family. I want her respected,” I reminded him.
He nodded and held up his hands, as if surrendering. “I got it. No problem. I just want to know exactly what she’ll be doing. Rush’s momma is bringing him to me. Said she needs to get some shopping done. Viv used to help me with him. Is Emily gonna do the same?”
Rush was Dean’s two-year-old son. He was a cute kid, but he was still a baby. Viv had helped with all that baby shit. I hadn’t thought about Emily having to do that. I wasn’t sure I wanted her to. Rush’s mother, Georgianna, was fucking insane. I wasn’t sure I wanted Emily going anywhere near her kid. Especially considering I’d fucked the bitch a couple of months ago when she’d shown up at one of our after-parties. Too much vodka that night. Then we had fucked a few more times. She kept coming around, and she was really good with her mouth. But she’d gone crazy bitch, and I’d ended that shit.
“Much as I like your kid, I don’t like his momma. Emily ain’t getting anywhere near Georgianna.”
Dean took a long swig of his Scotch. When he set the empty glass down, he sighed. “I figured as much. Might as well warn you, Georgianna is also coming to see you. Can’t believe you fucked her. What the hell were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t thinking. I was trashed and she sucks like a damn vacuum.”
“I figured as much. But now you got her wanting to see you. Bitch ain’t easy to shake. Her fiancé ran off with her cousin. He called me pissed that I’d knocked her up, and I told him it wasn’t me. Y’all had been fucking. Not me. Now she’s saying he married her cousin. Can’t say I blame him. Georgie’s cousin was gorgeous and fucking sweet. But now she’s on the rebound, and you walked right into that shit.”
We were gonna have to hire a nanny. I wasn’t letting Emily near her now. No fucking way. “I don’t want that crazy bitch in the house.”
Dean frowned. “She’s Rush’s mom. I gotta let her come inside.”
“Then Emily and I’ll be gone. When do they get here?”
Dean shook his head. “You taking out the help? Seriously? Why are you even pretending this is about Emily working for us? You wanted her here so you could have her. That’s all this is. Admit that shit, and hire a real house manager.”
If only it were that fucking easy. “When are they coming?” I repeated, ignoring him.
“She said she’d call when the plane landed.”
“Hire a nanny. I’m going to see if Emily is up for dinner tonight.” I turned and headed back toward the stairs.
“Why can’t Emily find me a nanny? That’s her job,” Dean called out after me.
“Fuck off!” I yelled in reply, and took the stairs two at a time. I was anxious now. I wanted to rescue Emily before Georgianna walked through that door.
Having my life choices thrown in her face was making me nervous. I hadn’t considered how our worlds colliding would affect things. Emily was the good part of my life. The pure, clean part. I didn’t let the screwed-up shit touch her. But Georgianna showing up to see me while Emily was here was going to force my two worlds to merge.
I knocked on her door, then opened it without waiting for her to answer. That was a mistake. The fucking best mistake I’d made in my life.
Emily was standing in front of the mirror in nothing but apair of pink satin panties and a matching bra. I was jealous of those fucking panties getting to cup her juicy round ass. Her waist was tiny, but damn, she had some sweet hips. I was so lost in soaking up the view, it wasn’t until I heard her panicked voice that I lifted my eyes to meet hers.
She had spun around to face me. Her arms were wrapped protectively around her front, only making her cleavage stand out more. Those big eyes of hers were what finally snapped me out of the trance she’d put me in.
“Kiro, turn around. Please,” she begged me. Her voice was shaky and unsure.
I didn’t want to fucking