That Can Be Arranged (Tessa and Nicholas)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 I Could Keep You

“Pretty lady, it’s just right up ahead!” Gregory exclaimed as he pointed at the lounge up ahead.

Daddy must be in there right now, and once he sees the pretty lady, he’ll fall in love with her for sure! Then she’ll finally become my mommy!

In stark contrast to the little boy’s excitement, Tessa was uneasy. They were presently at the VIP lounge, which was tucked within the core of the yacht.

Standing at the entryway was a row of bodyguards, all of them resembling broad and towering statues as they put up an intimidating front.

At the sight of them, Tessa slowed in her steps and said a little hesitantly, “Hey, little guy, why don’t I just put you down here and you walk the rest of the way back? I’m sure I don’t have to go in with you.”

The boy immediately wrapped his arms tight around her neck as he cried, “No, I want you to go in with me!”

“But…” She didn’t know what she was supposed to do. The Sawyers could very well be in that lounge right now, and it would be inappropriate for her, an outsider, to intrude.

“Do you not like me at all, pretty lady?” Suddenly, the little boy pouted, his large eyes glistening as he stared at her woefully.

of course, I like you! How can I not when you’re so

you like

of his own baby son whining for affection in

as if his jaw might hit the floor soon. “Goodness, is Greg actually asking for attention?” Aside from Nicholas and Kieran’s mother, Greg did not show affection for any other woman. He would reel back in disgust whenever

him get so up close and personal with

looked up and instantly

them, she

eligible bachelors in Brentwood society. With good looks and plenty of charm to spare, he soon made a name for himself as

Tessa’s arms. This man looked as if he had made a home at the top of the social food chain, like he was an untouchable king. While he looked cold and distant, there was an unmistakable air of nobility

had never once appeared in any magazine or on the news,

fix on her, and she quickly bowed her head in greeting. “President Sawyer, Master Kieran,” she began, willing herself not to fumble like an

vigilant about. In a cool, crisp voice, Nicholas said,

when he spoke, it was as if

and made

neck as he cried, “No, I don’t want

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