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Page 64 of The Surrogate Nanny

“Well, in that case, thank you for investing in me, Anthony. I don’t know how I’ll repay you.”

“I can think of ways,” he said salaciously, standing to his feet. His dick was eye-level, and my tongue darted out and moistened my bottom lip as my thoughts went to bad places. He slid his designer sunglasses on top of his head, pushing his wavy black hair back. His gray eyes were blinding with mischief as he stared down at me. A noticeable shiver rippled through me when his thumb grazed my bottom lip. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I was hoping you’d pay me back by buying me a snow cone.”

He pointed at the snow cone truck in the parking lot, and I nearly melted in the sand from embarrassment.

“I hate you, Anthony Powell,” I exclaimed before scooping Nori up.

“Somehow, I don’t believe you,” he said, limping towards the truck. I shook my head and followed.

I love you, Anthony Powell.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Anthony

“Nori…I finally get you to myself,” I sighed contently. “No Mommy to interrupt father-daughter time. How does that sound?” I was stunned when Nori’s bottom lip started to wobble and her gray eyes turned into wet pools of mercury.

When did she become such a Mama’s Girl?

“Baby, don’t cry. We’ll hit up the splash pad and have lunch together by the poolside. It’ll be amazing.”

“Mama,” she cried, looking around as if she just realized Simone was gone. I’d booked her a morning in the spa and a lunch reservation at one of the hotel restaurants as a birthday gift from Nori. Between me and Nori, Simone rarely had time to herself because we were greedy for her attention.

“I can assure you that Mama is being well taken care of.”

“Mama!” she shrieked, continuing to cry.

“Daddy’s here,” I said, reassuring her as I rubbed her back.

“Mama!”

The suite door swung in, and Simone entered with a glass of champagne in her hand, looking like sheer perfection in her yellow spaghetti strap maxi dress that conformed to her delicious curves. Anything she wore rendered me both breathless and speechless, but yellow was her color. She was as stunning as the sun, and her skin practically glowed from the moisturizing oils applied during her massage.

“Mama has arrived,” she announced loudly before downing the champagne in one shot. Nori’s tears dried up immediately as she made grabby hands at her mother.

“Someone looks like she enjoyed herself at the spa,” I teased gently, handing her Nori in exchange for her glass. “Refill?”

“Please. The spa was amazing. I want to be on vacation all the time,” she declared.

I grinned as I limped to the bar. “I’m glad that you enjoyed it. What was your favorite part besides the booze, of course?”

“The masseuse. Oh, my God. His hands were magic.”

I froze.

I don’t think I heard her correctly.

“I’m sorry, Simone. Can you repeat that?”

“Which part?”

“The masseuse andhishands.”

She shrugged and spun in a circle with Nori, forcing a giggle out of her. “It sounds like you heard me correctly. You signed me up for the sensual massage, right?”

“Th-the sen—”

Simone’s snickers soon turned into a full-blown witch cackle as she sank onto the couch. Nori didn’t know what the hell was going on, but she joined in, laughing and clapping while flashing me her beaver teeth.




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