Her Dakota Summer
Her Dakota Summer
ISBN #
978-1-78430-665-6
©Copyright Dahlia DeWinters 2015
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright July 2015
Edited by Jamie D. Rose
Totally Bound Publishing
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Published in 2015 by Totally Bound Publishing,
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Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
heat rating
of
Totally Sizzling
and a
Sexometer
of
2.
HER DAKOTA SUMMER
Dahlia DeWinters
When you have a male nanny as sexy as Celeste’s, it’s hard to remember you’re supposed to be the boss.
A late cancellation by her ex-husband leaves Celeste with no choice but to find a live-in caretaker for her two very active boys while she works from home. Simple, right? Except the one she gets is a young, gorgeous twenty-something whose hot body is a temptation waiting around every corner. Thank goodness the assignment will only last a few weeks. She can focus on her work for that long, can’t she?
Dedication
To my husband, who always believes.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
To Market
: Ellis Wilson
Real Simple: Time Inc.
X-Men: Marvel Characters Inc.
Oreo: Intercontinental Great Brands LLC
Superman: DC Comics General Partnership
Batman: DC Comics General Partnership
Legos: Lego Juris A/S Corporation
UNO: Mattel Inc.
Chutes and Ladders: Hasbro Inc.
Star Wars: LucasFilm Entertainment Company
Sonic: America’s Drive-In Brand Properties LLC
Speedo: Speedo International Limited
Monopoly: Hasbro Inc.
Chapter One
Celeste pressed her lips together and kept her eyes on the
To Market
Ellis Wilson print that hung on the wall next to her office door. It had been a gift from her now ex-husband, who was on the other end of the telephone, sounding contrite. She loved the print, was iffy on the ex. The cool breeze from the air conditioner dried the perspiration forming on her temples. An unexpected phone call from Charles could not be the harbinger of good news.
He blew out a long stream of breath before launching into his speech. “Celeste, I am so sorry, but I have to fly overseas for the month of July. I can take the boys in August, for the full month instead of just two weeks. Please forgive me.”
“No forgiving necessary,” she said, trying her best not to sound as annoyed as she felt. “These things do happen.” At this moment, she had exactly ten days to find a steady babysitter for the boys or else she was going to be seriously behind in her work. Given that it was nearly the end of June, her chances didn’t look good for summer camps. The best ones started filling up in March.
On the other end of the line, Charles continued his sweet talk. “I’ll send you a blank check to cover expenses for whatever you decide. I’ll call the boys tonight when I have more time to talk. I wanted to let you know right way so you could make plans.” The burr of a telephone sounded in the background. “I have to get that, Celeste.”
Everything had already been said, no use in keeping him on the line any longer. “All right, Charles. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye, Celeste.”
Celeste touched the end button on her cell phone and restrained herself from throwing it across the room. Taking a few deep breaths, she crossed to her office door and opened it, adding this latest item to her mental to-do list. She walked downstairs to the family room where the two boys were busily playing a video game.
She closed her eyes for a moment and rested her head against the door frame. This summer was going to be tough to handle. There was a big push for fall publishing season and she had been counting on the time alone in July to edit the folder of book files she had sitting on her hard drive. How was she going to handle that pile of work and two boys who were always on the go?
Celeste watched cartoon images race each other on the video game—Jackson more adept with the sensitive controls than Malcolm, even though he was the younger of the two. As she observed them joking and trading mild insults, her mind raced as to her next steps.
It was too late for camps. She’d known that while talking on the phone with Charles. Most of the decent camps were full and those that had openings weren’t appropriate for boys aged eight and ten. Money wasn’t a huge object, but she wanted them to do something wholesome for the summer, not engage in overpriced activities that would leave them jaded to the simpler things in life.
She left the boys to their game and wandered to the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of iced tea and took it out to the deck overlooking the pool. If she had her way, they’d stay at home with her, but how would she manage two active little boys and work too?
* * * *
“Get a nanny.” Lynn crossed her legs and took a delicate sip of her Cosmopolitan. Her pink tennis racket leaned against the wall behind her. A matching pink and white towel hung over the arm of her chair. “Go on one of those websites and order yourself one.”
Celeste shook her head and tipped her glass to her lips. “I don’t like the idea of some girl I don’t know staying in the house.”
Lynn fanned herself and lifted her braids off the back of her neck. The heat was killer at this time of day. “At this point, you can’t be too choosy. You’ve got a ton of work to do and no babysitter. Even someone who comes during the day would be a help.” She took another sip of her drink and glanced around the tennis club bar. “There’s no way that you can do quality work and run after those two little bundles of pure energy.”
“But how does that look, me being home all day and hiring a babysitter?” Celeste twisted her silver and diamond bracelet around and around on her wrist.
What kind of mother doesn’t take care of her own children?
Lynn waved her hand in a pooh-poohing motion. “Who cares how it looks? Charles tossed this on you at the last minute—”
“It was an emergency.” Celeste was careful not to bad-mouth her ex-husband. One never knew what would trickle down to her children’s ears.
“Exactly. An emergency. He’s footing the bill right?” Lynn leaned forward then tapped the table with a candy pink polished nail, her hazel eyes bright with her idea. “You’d hire someone if you had a nine-to-five job, right?” She reclined in her chair. “Hire someone. Use Charles’ money. That’s what he gave it to you for. Then take the tax deduction for child day care.” She jumped up from the table and grabbed her racket. “Let’s play another set.”
* * * *
Celeste stared at the number she’d gotten from a mom in Jackson’s class and scribbled on her blotter. The mother had recommended the agency highly, but was doubtful that Celeste would be able to get someone on such short notice. After making a play date for Jackson, Celeste hung up the telephone and sat tapping her fingers on the inked digits.
Hire someone.
Lynn’s voice echoed in her head.
Not live in
. While the home had an in-law suite with a separate entrance from the house, she was antsy about having someone stay in her home. Privacy was a priority and to have a stranger invade her space would cause her much tossing and turning at night.
Chapter Two
Caretakers Inc. didn’t skimp on interior decorating. Celeste stepped onto plush wine-color carpeting as soon as she opened the third door down the hallway from the elevator. The young black woman behind the receptionist desk gave her a sunny but professional smile as she held up one finger in a silent signal to hold on while she finished a call. Celeste took a seat on a beige sofa and picked up the latest issue of
Real Simple
magazine.
When the call was finished, the woman beckoned to her. “I’m so sorry about that, Mrs. Myers. I’m ready for you now. How are you today?”
Celeste slid the magazine back onto the low table and approached the desk. “I’m doing well, thank you.”
“Excellent!” The receptionist chirped. “I’d like to welcome you to Caretakers and to let you how pleased we are that you chose us to fill your caretaking needs.” She ran her finger down a written list, nodded, then looked back up at her. “Let me get you to the interview room. You’re scheduled with Dakota Nelson.” She got up from her chair, surprising Celeste with her height. “Do come with me.”
“Sure.” Celeste followed the young woman’s black springy curls down a well-appointed hallway to a dark blue door which opened into a spacious sitting room.
“Have a seat, Mrs. Meyers, and we’ll send Dakota right in. Oh,” she added, “I love your earrings!”
Celeste reached up and touched the turquoise and silver earrings dangling from her ears. She had picked them up on a business trip to Phoenix a long time ago. “Thank you.”
There were more magazines in here and she selected one by reflex, but merely held it as she looked around the room. It was nice, the way they set up the interview suite as it if were a living area. The process was nerve-wracking enough, but at least the agency smoothed the way.