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Her Dragon Daddy Boss: A Single Dad Shifter Romance (Dragon Rebels Book 1)

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“What? Your boss has a kid? Which one?” As far as I knew, the owners of the club Analise worked at didn’t have families. <br /> “Yeah, Evan.” She nodded. “I had no idea either. It’s the craziest story.” <br /> I cocked my head, interested. “What else do you know about the job?”<br /> “Not much. He’s looking for someone to work full-time and to start as soon as possible.” She dropped her voice. “I don’t know the details about his situation, but I don’t think the mother is in the picture, at least not from the sound of things. He’s pretty overwhelmed.”<br /> “How old is the child?”<br /> “Just a baby.” Analise went back to work on her hair. “And you know Evan is loaded, so no worries about a drop in your income after working for Mr. and Mrs. Fancypants.”<br /> I snorted. Analise often teased me about the double life I’d led: spending my days in wealthy circles, taking the kids to pampered, privileged activities, then in the evening living a simpler lifestyle back home.<br /> “Honestly, it sounds like a pretty sweet deal.” I loved working with younger kids. One of my first jobs as a nanny had been caring for a baby, and they were so sweet and cute. “What do I need to do to apply?”<br /> “I’ll give you his email.”<br /> Half an hour later, Analise was off to work, and I was sitting down with my laptop to update my resume. Once I was satisfied, I pulled out the little slip of paper Analise had scribbled the email on.<br /> Evan Guerrero. I’d never seen the man, even though Analise and I had gone to the club a few times over the last year. What was he like? And what was the story with his kid?<br /> I typed out a letter of introduction and attached the resume to the email, sent it off, then set about making dinner for myself.<br /> I wasn’t the best cook in the world, but I did a fairly decent job. Growing up, I’d had no one to teach me. Or rather, no one willing to teach me. Aunt Bethany had taken me in after my mother bailed when I was four, though I often wondered why. She’d acted her entire life as if I were a burden, making no secret of the fact that my “worthless” mother left her with a responsibility she’d never asked for.<br /> While I’d had a roof over my head, food in the pantry, and clean clothes to wear, Aunt Bethany had done nothing more than the bare necessities when it came to raising me. She seemed more interested in collecting her monthly check from the government than anything else.<br /> Mom had reappeared from time to time, whenever her latest boyfriend got tired of footing her bills. But she was always gone again when she found the next man willing to take care of her. I’d been too young to understand at first, but the message had come through clearly as the years went on. I’d made a vow to never depend on a man for anything.<br /> I sighed, shaking the thoughts from my head as I chopped an onion, celery, and carrots. I threw them in a pan with some oil, choosing to think about my new job opportunity instead. <br /> I hadn’t expected something to fall into my lap, and I tried not to get my hopes up, but Analise was right. I’d gotten used to not only working with rich families, but to the salary that came along with it. I wasn’t well-off by any means, but my job had enabled me to live in comfort and stash some money away. <br /> Cracking a couple eggs into the pan of veggies, I scrambled them up, then added some leftover rice, soy sauce, and seasonings. <br /> Not bad, Mariah. I gave myself a figurative pat on the back as I sat down with my fried rice, hoping I’d hear back from Mr. Guerrero soon.<br /> When I woke up the next morning, there was a reply waiting for me in my inbox. It was short and to the point. No formalities.<br /> Ms. Bailey,<br /> Thank you in your interest in the position. We have an opening for an initial interview this Thursday at 10:00 a.m. We can discuss the details, including salary, at that time.<br /> I frowned. Typically, I negotiated my rates upfront prior to meeting so we didn’t waste anyone’s time, but Analise had said he was loaded. There wasn’t any harm in going to the interview.<br /> Scanning the rest of the email, which just gave the location and check-in information for where the interview would be held, I typed back a quick response agreeing to the date and time. <br /> “Well, that was easy.” I’d only left my job yesterday and might have something new lined up by the end of the week. I only briefly wondered if there might be a catch.<br /> <br /> I caught sight of my reflection in the revolving glass door as I double-checked the address of the building against what was in my phone. The highlights of my light brown hair, blowing in the cold January breeze, were catching the sun. I wrapped my wool peacoat tighter around myself, smoothing my bangs, then finally walked through the entryway.<br /> My breath caught in my throat as I stopped in the center of the lobby, spinning in a slow circle. Was this for real? The Robinsons’ brownstone had been classically elegant, decorated with expensive, refined taste. But the luxury that surrounded me in this building was modern, artsy, and still absolutely gorgeous. <br /> Tall ceilings stretched three stories high, supported by thick gray marble columns. To my left, lush rugs covered the polished concrete floors of the sitting area, where low-backed sofas and brightly colored art-deco chairs were arranged beneath a glass waterfall spanning the full height of the wall. The opposing wall was lined with shelves filled with sculptures and pieces of fine art. A long, gray marble desk centered on the right matched the columns. Seated at the desk was a woman near my age.<br /> She offered me a friendly smile. “Good morning. May I help you?”<br /> I returned her smile and walked up to the desk. “Yes, I’m here to see Evan Guerrero.”<br /> “Of course.” She reached for a sleek gunmetal gray desk phone. “And your name?”<br /> “Mariah Bailey. I’m here for an interview.” <br /> Her smile widened. “Thank you, Ms. Bailey. If you will give me just a moment, I’ll give Mr. Guerrero a call to confirm. May I please see your identification?”<br /> “Oh.” I blinked, surprised but not upset by the security. As I dug in my purse for my ID, I noted the security guards: two flanking the entry way, another by the elevators. In fact, if I was going to be working here, the security was rather comforting. I handed the card to the woman, whose nametag read Haley. “Here you go.”<br /> “Thank you,” Haley said, checking it thoroughly before handing it back and tapping buttons on the phone. She cleared her throat. “Hello, Mr. Guerrero. I have a Mariah Bailey here to see you.” A pause. Then, “Wonderful. I’ll send her right up.”<br /> Haley hung up the phone, then blasted me with that friendly smile again as she pointed toward the bank of chrome elevators. “Just push the button for the penthouse.”<br /> My eyebrows flew up. Penthouse? <br /> “Thank you,” I managed to say before making my way to the elevators. The security guard gave me a nod as he pushed another button. Suddenly, the reflective doors slid open. Once inside, I checked my hair and makeup again, nerves suddenly springing to life in my stomach. <br /> I might have worked for a wealthy family for three years, but that didn’t mean I was fully at home in a situation like this. Analise had neglected to mention Mr. Guerrero was a dragon shifter until this morning while I was getting ready. I’d met very few of them in my lifetime. Most of them, of course, chose not to live in the city where it was illegal to shift. While they weren’t exactly uncommon, my experience with dragons was limited.<br /> I had no idea what to expect from the man—the shifter—who would be interviewing me, and I took several deep breaths to steady my nerves.<br /> The doors to the elevator slid open all too soon, and I tried to ignore the flutter in my stomach as I walked toward one of the two double doors, checking the number one more time before lifting my hand to knock. I hesitated once more. If Evan Guerrero was a dragon shifter, that meant his baby was, too. Dragons could only procreate with other dragons. <br /> I’d never seen a shifter child before.<br /> An image of a wailing baby throwing a tantrum flashed through my mind, white-hot fire blazing from its little mouth as the eyes glowed. Momentary panic struck me, but I shook my head, laughing at my overactive imagination. I’d never heard of such things actually happening, and there was no reason to believe it was even possible.<br /> Before I could lose the nerve, I lightly pounded the surface. Only seconds passed before a tall man with blond hair and a lean build answered the door. Immediately his friendly smile set me at ease. He didn’t seem intimidating in the least. In fact, he looked like just a human. Okay, maybe this won’t be so bad.<br /> “Mr. Guerrero? Hi, I’m Mariah Bailey.” I felt slightly more relaxed and gave him a smile. “I’m here for the interview.”<br /> His blue eyes twinkled with amusement. “Wonderful to meet you, Ms. Bailey, but I’m not Evan.” He extended his hand. “Mason Alexander.”<br /> “Oh.” I shook his hand, confused.<br /> “I’m Evan’s friend and business partner,” he elaborated. “I’ve been helping him out with the interviews. Please, come in.”<br /> “Got it.” I walked through the wide doorway, my nerves returning immediately when I took in the enormous apartment. It was all I could do to keep from gawking. Floor-to-ceiling windows lit up a massive open floor plan room, with bright light reflecting off white walls. Straight ahead, an exposed brick wall reached two stories high. I craned my neck, noting the open balcony that connected to a stairway and led to the second floor hall.<br /> The windows provided an excellent view of SoHo’s buildings and the Hudson River beyond. A fully equipped modern kitchen was to the left, an archway revealing another hallway. <br /> “Right this way, Ms. Bailey.” Mr. Alexander gestured to the right, where a dark gray leather sectional was situated in front of the windows in the living area.<br /> “You can call me Mariah.”<br /> “As you wish. And you can call me Mason.” He smiled and gestured to the sectional. “Please have a seat. Evan will be right out.”<br /> Mason disappeared through the archway, his footsteps echoing on the wood-planked floors. I walked up to the windows, amazed by how beautiful the city looked. Even though it was freezing cold outside, you wouldn’t know it from here. The sun reflected off the river, the water glittering brightly.<br /> The sound of two sets of footsteps approaching had me turning around, pasting a smile on my face. <br /> “Mariah, this is Evan Guerrero.” Mason briefly rested a hand on his friend’s shoulder.<br /> It was all I could do not to gape at him, because this man was unlike any other I’d ever laid eyes on. He was well over six feet tall, with deeply tanned skin and nearly black hair cut short on the sides and left a little longer on top. The sleeves of his button-up shirt were rolled up to the elbows, revealing an array of tattoos on both arms, and I caught a peak of more ink on his chest where his shirt was left unbuttoned at the neck. Yet it still stretched tightly across his arms and chest, and there was no way to ignore how incredibly ripped he was. In fact, I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen a man this jacked in real life.<br /> I swallowed hard against the sudden, unexpectedly hot rush of attraction buzzing through my body. My stomach did a slow little flip as I stared, my heart beating double-time. I finally managed to drag my gaze from his body, though, trailing upward to take in his sharp, chiseled jaw, full lips, and straight nose. <br /> When my eyes locked on the dark depths of his own, all the air rushed from my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. I was trapped as he stared right back at me, and I had the unsettling feeling of being watched by a rather dangerous predator.<br /> “Good morning, Ms. Bailey.” His voice was deep, slightly gravelly even, and I could practically feel it rumble through my body. A tingling awareness raced through my veins.<br /> What had I gotten myself into?<br /> <br /> Read Her Dragon Daddy Boss NOW! Free on Kindle Unlimited.

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