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They’re attached to legs that don’t seem to end, leading right up to a solid torso of muscle. All that bulk is encased in a maroon suit trim enough for me to know it’s tailored to fit him. The man—Mr. Dalton, I’m assuming—has his arms behind his head and a bored expression on a face that looks like it was carved out of marble. His eyes are an impossibly deep shade of green that only seems deeper when juxtaposed with his inky black hair, combed back out of his face.
The man is hot. Like, hot, hot. Hot as in?—
“You can sit, you know.”
Get yourself together, Olivia. He’s just a good-looking man. And possibly your future boss.
The last thing I need is another client, potential or otherwise, getting the wrong idea. Judy wouldn’t just fire me if that happened—she’d draw and quarter me.
I clear my throat and sit across from him. He keeps his feet on the desk, slouchy and utterly at ease.
“Thank you.” I put on my best I’m-here-to-show-I-mean-business voice. “My name is Olivia Carter. Pleased to meet you, Mr.—”
“Reese,” he cuts in. “‘Mister’ sounds like I’m fuckin’ old or something.”
“Oh. Uh, right. Reese. Pleasure to meet you.”
Silence hangs. Reese just… stares.
I’m a little unnerved by the whole deal. For this side of town, I expected a doctor or a lawyer. Definitely a mahogany office, shelves lined with impressive books, walls hung with half a dozen Ivy League degrees.
Reese’s office, however, is chock-full of… hockey memorabilia?
There’s a framed jersey, a framed stick, group pictures of men as large as he is. Bookshelves, yeah, but the spines show almost every single one is about hockey in some way. Every jersey on the walls has his name DALTON on the back printed over the number 7.
“You play hockey?” I blurt out. Suddenly, Princess Prim and Proper’s question makes more sense.
Reese snorts. “You serious right now?”
Something about his tone rankles me. “My apologies,” I say a little harsher than necessary. “The file didn’t mention your hobbies.”
His mouth quirks into a cocky little smirk. “Yes, I play hockey. Professionally. Doesn’t leave much time for hobbies, I’m afraid.”
He pulls out his phone. My heart leaps—is he going to call my agency right now? It wouldn’t be above the rich types who need nannies to do such a thing. I’ve seen so many girls at the agency get let go on the spot just for putting one toe out of line.
Reese doesn’t call anyone, though. His thumbs work over the screen of his phone. I think he’s sending a text until he chuckles.
“Gotcha!”
You gotta be kidding me. The bastard is playing a game.
“Um, Mr. Reese?—”
“Just Reese.” He doesn’t even look up from his phone.
“Reese. Shall we continue?”
“Yeah, sure.” His voice sounds as bored as he looked when I came in. “So what’s your name?”
My eye twitches. I already told him my name. “It’s Olivia Carter.”
“Age?”
“Twenty-nine.”
Reese pauses, looking over to me. He gives me a once-over with a surprised look. I hate how my skin does this weird sort of hot-and-cold ripple wherever his eyes go. “Education?”
“I have a Masters in Child Education, as well as CPR and first aid training. I also have certifications in handling special needs children and other training in various aspects of childcare and housekeeping.”
