Valentine's Daddy To Go: A Holiday Bad Boy Romance (The To Go Series Book 6)

by S. C. Adams

  My housekeeper rolls her eyes.

  “Okay, Nash. I can handle this. I’ll make sure she’s settled and well-fed.”

  “If she asks for anything, you can get it for her, no questions asked. Spare no expense.”

  Brenda rolls her eyes again.

  “I. Can. Take. Care of this. I can see that in my old age, sometimes you think I might forget something here or there, but I’ll remember everything you’ve just told me.”

  “Oh, Brenda. I don’t even see your age. Your beauty is much too radiant to let me.”

  Brenda rolls her eyes.

  “You play too much Nash Keller,” she says while punching me in the arm. “And you’re going to be late to work if you keep lollygagging around here. I promise everything will go smoothly even if you aren’t here. I’ve been keeping this home a well-oiled machine for years. Now go! Go!” She starts to push me out the door, and I get my butt moving to appease the middle-aged woman. Plus, she’s right. I am starting to run late.

  “I’m going, I’m going! Call me if you need anything. And text me when Nellie gets here.”

  I finally get my butt out of the door and onto my motorcycle. The powerful engine revs, and I smile, feeling the vibrating thrum between my thighs. Colt can hold the fort down for a few minutes. It’s not like it’s crucial for me to always be there. But then again, I have a few important client meetings today that I can’t miss, so I strap on my helmet and zoom off.

  I love Jaybird but going to work today is somewhat bittersweet.

  The good thing is that when I come back home, I’ll have Nellie’s sweet, plump ass to look forward to.

  Thank you, God.

  8

  Nellie

  Nash said I could show up any time before noon today, so I pull into his driveway around eleven twenty. That should give me enough time to unpack and have lunch with him at twelve.

  I’m guessing that’s why he said before noon, so we can eat together. His text was vague which has been a big pattern with him. I guess I could ask more clarifying questions.

  But I don’t know how this whole thing works. What am I allowed to do? What am I not allowed to do? It’s all so very confusing.

  After parking my humble hatchback, I go to the trunk to get my suitcase. It takes a little elbow grease to get the thing out. I tried to pack enough stuff for three months, which was an exercise in and of itself. I stuffed this thing to its brim. I’m not sure what Nash is going to provide for me in terms of essentials, so I didn’t want to end up stranded with nothing.

  I do have the ten thousand dollars he gave me, but I want to save as much of that as possible.

  Dear God, depositing that into my bank account yesterday was so nerve-wracking. I’m sure the teller thought I had forged that check or something, but it all went down smoothly, and I got to watch my balance shoot up. The number it hit was astronomical. I’ve never had that much in my account before.

  But depositing the check was only the beginning. Now that I’ve officially accepted the money, there’s no backing out. This is really going to happen. There’s no room for second thoughts.

  Then again, I wish I hadn’t just walked out yesterday. As I drove home, so many questions started to come at me. But I felt too embarrassed to call Nash, so I just kept them to myself, and tried to pack in anticipation of the worst-case scenario. I even put two tubes of toothpaste in my bag, in case we run out, although I’m sure that that won’t be the case.

  After all, as Nash Keller’s plaything, I can’t cause too much trouble for him. He’s got so much money, that he seems totally invincible.

  I manage to get my suitcase out of the trunk and wheel it up to the front door. I ring the doorbell and wait for Nash to come and greet me. My heart starts to beat faster and faster, thinking about seeing him again. The more I think about our little arrangement, the more I start to think about being with him again, and the more excited I become.

  I’m practically bursting at this point.

  The door starts to open.

  “Hi –” I start, but then I clam up. It doesn’t take me long to realize that the person standing in front of me isn’t Nash. She’s actually the total opposite of Nash. She’s a tiny middle-aged lady with grayish hair tucked behind her ears.

  “Hello. Are you Nellie?” she asks.

  I nod. It looks like Nash told her about me, which is good. But importantly, did he tell her everything about me? The woman smiles knowingly, and I have a feeling that she knows more than I’m comfortable with.

  “Hi, Nellie. I’m Brenda, Nash’s housekeeper. He asked me to help you get settled. Why don’t you follow me?”

  “Um, sure,” I nod. She starts walking, so I follow her, the door shutting behind me. Brenda isn’t talking much, but she seems pretty friendly, so I take heart. Things are going to be okay.

  We reach the stairs, and I realize I’m going to have lug this thing upstairs. Brenda stops and turns around.

  “Do you need any help with that?” She points to my suitcase, and I immediately start shaking my head. I’m not going to make this old lady I just met help me with my heavy suitcase. She must be at least sixty. I’d feel like a total ass if she had to struggle with me.

  “I can manage, thanks. It might just take a few extra minutes to get up there. But I can do it,” I reassure her. She looks at me like she doesn’t believe me and shakes her head.

  “Nonsense. Between the two of us, we’ll have it up the stairs in no time.”

  The gray-haired woman grabs the other side of my suitcase and together, we lug it up, one step at a time.

  “What’d you pack in here?” she jokes. “Bricks?”

  “Not exactly,” I huff. “But it sure feels like it!”

  After a few minutes, we’re at the top of the stairs. I probably just scratched the wood floor, but at this point, there’s nothing I can do about it. Brenda grins at me.

  “Are you okay?” she asks.

  “Yeah,” I gasp, my breath heavy. “I’m fine.”

  “Great, follow me.” She’s off again, sprightly and pert. I pull my luggage until Brenda stops in front of a door. She pushes it and holds it open for me to step in. I enter, but she stays outside.

  “This is your room,” she announces. “Nash wants you to get comfortable and settle in.” Then, she lets the door close and departs. I’m a little taken aback by the brusqueness, but it makes sense. She’s Nash’s housekeeper. Of course they share a personality type.

  I leave my suitcase by the door and explore a little bit. This one room is nicer than any house or apartment I’ve ever stayed in. I mean, every part of Nash’s house that I’ve seen so far has been lavish beyond compare, so it makes sense that this suite is gorgeous too.

  I let myself take in the beauty that is my living space for the next three months. There’s a king-sized bed in here! I could spread out completely and still have room for two more of me, it’s that huge.

  I keep looking. There’s a huge vanity, a beautiful couch, and art hanging on the walls. Everything is perfectly decorated. I open a set of double doors, and it’s an en suite bathroom. And it’s not one of those regular, everyday bathrooms that you might find in an apartment. No, this is like something you’d see in the fanciest hotel. It’s big enough to be its own bedroom, and completely clad in white marble.

  “Oh my goodness,” is my gasp. I check out the counter, and it’s already stocked with all kinds of soaps and shampoos and beauty products. The drawers have toothpaste, a toothbrush, cotton swabs and all sorts of products that I might need for the next three months.

  That means Nash has really prepared for me to be here. This whole thing is really happening.

  I can barely believe it.

  The bath and shower are separate, meaning two people could be washing themselves with zero interference from the other. The porcelain of the tub is a sparkling white, almost like it’s never been used. And the shower has a vintage vibe, but it’s in tip top condition.

  I fi
nish up in the bathroom and another thought pops into my head.

  I wonder if the closet or dresser has anything in it? I’m sure Nash wouldn’t buy me clothes. He doesn’t even know my size.

  Which reminds me, I need to unpack. I go back into the bedroom and lay my suitcase on the floor. Unzipping it, I take out a blouse and go to the dresser to open one of the drawers. But when I look inside, it’s full of lacy lingerie.

  What?

  I pull a few items out, doing a quick once-over. A lot of the garments are see-through or really tiny, so they’ll barely cover anything. It’s definitely a far cry from the one hundred percent cotton granny panties I wear.

  I go to the closet, and first off, it’s a walk-in which is amazing. Sure enough, there are a few filmy dressing gowns hanging inside. I check the sizes, and they’re correct. So, I was wrong about both things. Seems like Nash knows my size, and he did buy me clothes.

  Then again, these things barely pass for clothing. I couldn’t wear any of this in mixed company. Then again, I guess the only company I’m really expecting is Nash, so it doesn’t really matter.

  But still, it would be weird to not wear normal clothes ever, right?

  But I have to assume this is what Nash wants me to wear while I’m here if it’s what he placed in my room. I put my clothes back in my suitcase. I might need them to go outside, but clearly, they aren’t going to be my everyday attire.

  I’m about to try out my new temporary bed, when there’s a knock at my door. I go to answer it and find Brenda.

  “Hi Nellie. Are things going well? I hope you found everything to your satisfaction.”

  “Yeah, thanks,” I smile. “The room is perfect.”

  “Good, I just wanted to tell you that lunch is ready. It’s downstairs in the dining room. Do you know where that is?”

  I nod. I think I passed it on my way out last time. I’m sure it won’t be hard for me to locate.

  “Good. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything from me. Just holler,” Brenda says. She walks away after that. She has to know why I’m here, so maybe that’s why she’s being so brusque?

  What if she doesn’t approve? She’s being nice to me, but only in a professional way. Maybe once we talk and get to know one another, we could be friends. She probably has a lot of great insight on Nash because employees always do. There’s definitely a thing or two I could learn from her.

  I go downstairs in a minute and find a plate for me at the dining table. But that’s all. I thought Nash might be having lunch with me, but he’s nowhere to be found.

  Brenda didn’t mention anything about Nash’s presence, so maybe I was too quick to jump to assumptions. I’m sure he would have come to talk to me by now if he was home.

  He must be at Jaybird working then. He still has his regular job to tend to, unlike me.

  I’m still getting used to the thought of this plaything position. What does it mean? Is it even a real job? It sure doesn’t feel like a job job.

  I sit down and pick up the sandwich that Brenda made for me. I bite into it, tasting salami and tomatoes and mayo and lettuce and cheddar. There are a few other things in there making it flavorful. Honestly, it’s one of the best sandwiches I’ve ever had. I drink the water she gave me alongside it, finishing off my lunch in less than a half hour.

  There’s no use kvetching about this whole situation. Lucky for me, I actually find Nash attractive. He could be an eighty year old wrinkled geezer, but instead, he’s a commanding alpha male. And he’s giving me money above and beyond what I could have ever expected.

  I take my dishes to the kitchen, but there’s no Brenda. Maybe she had something else to do. I don’t really want to do any exploring, so I decide to go back up to my room.

  When I get there, I immediately fall into bed. I didn’t sleep very well last night, so it’s actually a good thing that Nash isn’t here. It gives me a chance to take a nap.

  My eyes flutter close, and less than two minutes after my head touches the pillow, I’m out.

  The dream I have isn’t particularly coherent. I get flashes of that first night I spent with Nash. The hot tub, his perfect body, the feel of his huge tool against my leg, inside of me, and then collapsing against him after we finish. Then we’re in his room. I’m pretty sure he carried me upstairs, but I don’t know for sure. I basically fell asleep in the hot tub after we were done. He used me so thoroughly that my brain wanted to shut off right then and there.

  In my dream, I’m facing him, lying in the bed, and he’s facing me. I can’t tell if this is a memory or just a dream. It feels as vivid as something that actually happened, but it’s not something I can recall with any clarity.

  I’m mumbling incoherent things, not making much sense, and Nash is watching me, a sweet smile on his face. He brushes some hair out of my face.

  “I like you more than I’d like to like you Nellie,” he admits. I grunt back at him, and his smile grows. “There’s something I want to tell you,” he whispers. He goes quiet before his mouth opens, but suddenly, I’m back in my room, my dream interrupted by a knock on the door. I look around, and the lighting has changed. It must be evening now.

  I rub my eyes, wondering what in the world I was dreaming about. I don’t think that actually happened. I feel like I’d have remembered that. My brain is probably just filling in my life the way I’d like it to be, with Nash and I acting like a real couple, as opposed to being in this bizarre situation.

  Not that I totally mind about the dream. It was nice while it lasted even if it was fake.

  Whoever is at my door knocks again.

  “Coming!”

  I get out of the bed and answer the door. It’s Brenda again.

  “Hi, Nellie. I just wanted to let you know dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes. Mr. Keller will be joining you tonight.”

  “Okay, thank you.” Brenda nods and then walks away. I close the door and lean against it. Nash must be home, and I’m going to see him in thirty minutes! I need to get myself cleaned up and presentable. I’m sure I look like an absolute mess just waking up from a nap.

  I go to my suitcase and take out a dress I brought. I don’t think I’m ready to wear nothing but lacy lingerie. Plus, what if Brenda is still here? It’ll be weird walking around practically naked in front of her.

  Since the dress stayed folded for a few hours, it has some wrinkles. I think I saw a steamer in the closet, so I check again, and there it is. I fill it with water and hang my dress so I can get rid of any creases or wrinkles in it. That takes me about five minutes.

  Then, I leave my dress hanging while I get myself ready. I wash my face, brush my teeth, apply some light makeup, and get my curly head of brown hair under control. Looking in the vanity, I’m satisfied with the way I look, so I pull my dress on. Zipping it up along the side, it hugs my curves perfectly. It’s one of my favorite dresses. I almost didn’t buy it because I thought someone with a body like mine didn’t need a little black dress, but Amy convinced me that I needed this outfit in my life.

  I’m so happy that I listened to her.

  This is my first time wearing something nice for someone male.

  I smooth the fabric down and give myself one more once over. My brown eyes look extra-large, and my skin is flushed. Quickly, I run my fingers over my curls again, patting them to stay in place. I feel like everything is as good as it’s going to get. Plus, I’m quickly running out of time to meet Nash downstairs.

  I take a deep breath before leaving my room and heading downstairs.

  I go into the dining room and find Nash already seated. He stands up when I enter.

  “Nellie,” he greets.

  “Nash.” He’s wearing a sweater and a pair of dark wash jeans. His hair is sexily tousled on his head, but it still manages to look perfect. How does he do that? I’ll spend hours trying to get the perfect hairdo, only to end up with an indescribable rat’s nest. I’m sure he just runs his hands through the strands, and every piece falls into
its place. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fathom the fact the God decided to make someone as perfect as Nash Keller.

  I mean, it’s crazy.

  But I’m here for business. I need clarification on exactly what our arrangement means. I already know I’m excited to have this “arrangement” with him, but there are certain parts of me I won’t compromise even for Nash Keller.

  Even if it means failing to save my family.

  9

  Nash

  Nellie comes into the dining room looking absolutely stunning. She’s wearing a little black dress that is perfect for her body. It hugs her curves, giving me a view of what I love. The neckline plunges deep, her breasts looking like they’re about to escape entirely, and the hem is far up her legs. And there’s even a slit, tantalizing me even further.

  She’s beautiful. I could lay her her the table and feast on her instead of whatever Brenda has cooking in the kitchen.

  But a little black dress is not what I was expecting.

  “Were you able to find the lingerie I left for you in your room?” I ask, my eyebrow raised. I assumed she’d open the dresser and closet. That’s where I had Brenda place everything. But maybe it was too hidden. Maybe we should have just draped them all over the bed.

  Nellie’s face goes red as she looks at the ground.

  “I found them,” she quietly answers.

  “Well, you do know that they’re all for you, don’t you? I eyeballed your size, so there’s a chance I got it wrong. We can always order more in different sizes if those didn’t fit.” Maybe I should have just asked for her size. I’m usually pretty good at guessing, though. I don’t always know the right romantic, mushy thing to do or say that’ll make women happy, but for whatever reason, I know what size lingerie to get them.

  There’s a chance it’s because I’ve undressed my fair share of ladies, so I have a large data set to draw from.