The Things I Do for You (The Alexanders)

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

To the readers who've embraced
 

The Alexanders
series:
 

Thanks for loving my "family" as much as I do.
 

As always, thank you to my husband,
 

Andre, for just being you.
 

THE THINGS I DO FOR YOU
 

A bargain. A baby. A billion things can go wrong.
 

Nicholas Alexander doesn’t mind being called a playboy. His charm serves him well in business and a beautiful woman is always on his arm. Except the one he’s in love with.

Raina Winters doesn’t believe in love, so when she’s dumped right before her wedding, she’s more upset about losing what she really wants from marriage. A baby.

When Nick learns about Raina’s dilemma, his first reaction is to leave her hanging like she left him after their steamy one-night stand. But he finally has something Raina needs
,
so he offers her a deal. He’ll give her a baby if she gives him something he desires just as much. Just two little words.

I. Do.

**WARNING**

This book contains encounters with a drunken Elvis, pushy mamas, tabloid shenanigans, several occurrences of bad cooking and hot sex between two people who aren't even sure they like each other.
 
Just saying...

RAINA WINTERS OPENED her eyes to the sight of the neon numbers on her alarm clock. She reached out her arm slowly, trying not to raise her heart rate too much.

After she plucked the digital thermometer from the edge of her nightstand, she stuck it under her tongue and waited for the beep to sound. She grabbed the notepad she kept on her nightstand and jotted
98.2
next to the date. Her temperature was still roughly the same as it had been for the past ten days.

It won’t be long now
, she thought.

She’d just finished her most grueling year since she started modeling, taking on twice as many bookings as usual to earn herself some much-needed time off. In her modeling career, Raina was used to working doggedly when she wanted something, and she had been just as strategic when planning her next goal. She took those awful horse-pill vitamins religiously. She’d cut out alcohol, swordfish, and hot baths. It wasn’t even that big of a pain keeping track of her temperature anymore. Nothing was too much if it helped her achieve what she’d been planning for the last six months.
 

A baby.

If everything went as planned over the next few days, she could be holding her child nine months from now. Everything inside her softened at just the thought of a chubby little bundle with big, brown eyes.
 

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”
 

The door to her room pushed open an inch, then her Chief of Security, Sam Gannon, stuck his head in.
 

“Sorry to wake you. But you have a doctor’s appointment today. I wasn’t sure if you remembered.”

Not many people knew about her fertility issues. It wasn’t something she felt comfortable discussing with anyone other than her twin sister, Ridley, and her doctor. But Sam, as her most trusted advisor and constant companion, had a front row seat to the entire process.
 

Whether he wanted one or not.

“I definitely didn’t forget that,” she remarked dryly. The thought of more poking and prodding was enough to make her want to roll over and go back to sleep.

But this is part of what you’re signing up for
, she thought. If she wanted a baby, regular doctor visits were something she had to get used to. Due to her ongoing fertility issues, it was going to take a minor miracle or some serious medical intervention for her to get pregnant. Once she was lucky enough to be pregnant, there was no way she would risk her or the baby’s health by skipping prenatal visits.
 

Sam crossed to the window and pulled the drapes open, his muscular shoulders rolling beneath the tight black shirt he wore. With his deep summer tan and his dark hair razored off in a short brush cut, he looked like a model himself. She could definitely see him gracing the cover of some magazine for bodybuilders or something.
 

“What? Do these jeans make my ass look big?” Sam teased.
 

Raina laughed, not even embarrassed to be caught staring. “Just admiring the view. Why couldn’t I be smart enough to fall in love with you, Sam?”

Sam grinned. “You couldn’t handle me.” He walked over to her handbag sitting on a chair next to the bed and pulled out her cell phone.
 

“You have a missed call from Silvestre. Do you need to call him back and let him know you’re running behind?”

Oh boy
. Raina pushed back her comforter, figuring if they were going to fight she might as well get up. Sam had made no secret of his disapproval of her fiancé. Or rather, the fact that they rarely saw each other and their relationship was more like a business deal.

“He’s not coming with me. He’s still in New York.” She didn’t meet his eyes. She was going to get up in just a minute. It just felt so heavenly to lie amongst the jumble of pillows. The world could wait for a little bit.

Sam shook his head. “I really don’t get you sometimes.”

She huffed and sat up. It felt like it took a herculean effort but finally she was upright. “What, Sam?
What
? I already know you don’t like him. You’ve made that abundantly clear.”
 

He knelt next to the bed. In this position it was impossible to avoid looking at him.
 

“This isn’t about him. It’s about you. I don’t get
you
. You can have any man you want. You’ve turned tons of other men, better men, down. But you hook up with Silvestre? Why? That guy would sell his own mother to make a buck.”

“Sam, come on. You don’t think that’s a little harsh? I’ve been accused of being mercenary myself.”

“He’s a weasel.”

“Oh, is that your professional assessment?” Sam had been her bodyguard since her early days of modeling. Now he was her Chief of Security and her best friend.
 

Possibly her only friend.

“No, that’s my man-to-man assessment. You can do better than him.”

“Steven is educated, sophisticated, and successful. By anyone’s standards, he’s a real catch.”

“He doesn’t love you.” Sam stilled. Neither of them spoke for a moment.
 

“I don’t love him, either. I don’t need love. I’m probably not even capable of it.”

Sam tipped up her chin until their eyes met. “I think you and I both know that’s not true.”

Raina closed her eyes and after a moment, Sam cleared his throat.
 

“You still don’t want to talk about Alexander? Fine. I’ll leave you alone so you can call Lover Boy back.”

“Stop calling him that.”

Once he was gone, she punched her pillow a few times. It was funny that Sam thought she could have any man she wanted. If she were just looking for guys who wanted to hang out and have a good time, it would be a different story. But when you were asking a man to get you pregnant, the pool of interested candidates shrank considerably.

Raina closed her eyes, remembering the last time she'd been engaged. It didn't hurt as much to think about Brian these days, more of an ache instead of a true pain. They'd met at an audition and he'd teased her about being nervous. He'd made her laugh.
 

They'd been so young and it seemed so ridiculous now but oh, how he'd made her feel. She'd planned to travel the world, modeling, and then retire so he could do photography while she stayed at home with the three kids they wanted. He'd understood her drive and her desire for more. At least until she'd found out his attraction to her lasted only as long as she was popular. When she'd struggled to find work, he'd left her behind like an out-of-season accessory.

She knew better than anyone that people could turn on you at any time. But at least if you didn't love them, it wouldn't tear your heart out.
 

Raina pulled out her phone and hit the first speed dial. She’d been trying to reach Steven since yesterday so she could tell him her good news. He knew how important it was for her to branch out into different areas of entertainment, so he’d be happy for her when he found out the network had picked up her reality show. When she got voicemail, she hung up. It would be better to give him the news in person when he got back in town.
 

“Are you calling Lover Boy or can I come back now?” Sam called from the living room.

“Give me a minute!” she yelled. “And stop calling him that,” she muttered under her breath.

Steven might not love her, but that didn’t mean he’d be a bad husband. People got divorced every day who’d been oh-so-in-love just months prior. Steven and his first wife had, in fact, divorced because she hadn’t wanted children and Steven did. Wanting a family was one of the things that had drawn them to each other.

What she shared with Steven was common goals and determination to succeed. The reality show she’d just sold to a major cable network would give them both exactly what they wanted. The world would get to watch the carefully constructed fantasy they would put on for the cameras leading up to their uber-expensive, fairy-tale wedding. Steven would get promotion for his new line of nightclubs in New York and she would gain a whole new audience to help her break in to show business.

Sam was wrong. Steven wasn’t a boy like certain other people who were photographed every day with a new girl on each arm.
 

He was a man.

Most importantly, he was the man who’d agreed to marry her and father her child.

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“KAY? DID YOU already bring the latest reports for the foundation youth project?”

Nicholas Alexander flinched as a loud beep followed by the sound of static came through his desk phone’s speaker.
 

“
Oops
…” There was another few seconds of fumbling and another loud beep. “Where is that stupid button? Oh,
there it is
. I have the reports, sir. I’ll bring them now.”

Nick smothered a laugh when the door to his office flew open and Kaylee Wilhelm, his new assistant, stumbled in carrying a stack of files.
 

“I have it right here!”

Kaylee was a singer in a girl group that his younger brother, a music producer, was trying to launch. She’d lost her prior job as a waitress because she couldn’t work the night shift anymore. Jackson needed her available to record and to attend industry parties in the evening. He was also worried about her being on her feet so much since she was pregnant. Nick had hired her as a favor to his brother when his usual assistant had moved away.
 

“I want to thank you again for hiring me full time, Mr. Alexander. I know I’m not fully up to speed yet, but I really appreciate you giving me a chance.”

She handed him the files and swiped her hands over her hair. When they’d first met she’d been wearing no makeup and her thick hair had been bound back in a messy ponytail. Today, her smooth brown skin looked perfectly clear and her eyes looked brighter, no doubt due to some sort of mystical female makeup voodoo. Her thick dark hair had been braided back into several neat twists. Jackson’s image consultants had obviously gotten their hands on her and given her a makeover.
 

It was too bad they hadn’t been able to give her confidence a makeover as well.

“I’ve told you a million times to call me Nick. You don’t need to thank me again, Kay. I should be thanking
you
. Most of the assistants I got from the temp agency didn’t fit well. I guess I was a little… unorthodox.”

Nick thought back to the days prior to hiring Kaylee. Assistants who spent the majority of their workday bringing him files he didn’t need, standing entirely too close, and finding every excuse to lean over his desk and flash their cleavage.
 

Things that he might have found amusing at one point, but not any longer.
 

Kaylee had been honest about her work experience and confessed that she had no prior experience in office administration. Something he would have known even if she hadn’t told him. She’d had no idea how to work a multiline phone system, seemed slightly afraid of the copy machine, and still looked terrified when she had to greet visitors who came to his office for meetings.

But despite all that, she had adapted quickly. Nick was used to keeping crazy hours and had never expected his assistants to get in as early as he did. But once Kaylee found out that his day started at seven a.m., she’d started showing up then, too.