Wrong Number. Right Don. (Sinful Mafia Daddies, #3)

by Natasha L. Black

Am I really about to do this? I turn the TV off and don’t give myself a chance to overthink it. I scroll to Sergei’s number and hit call before I can lose my nerve. He answers on the second ring. “Nicole.” He sounds utterly at ease. So he did keep my number. “Hey,” I breathe. “Is now a bad time?” “No,” he replies quickly. “Not at all. Have you thought more about my offer?” “Yes,” I answer breathlessly. There’s a charged silence on the line. “Yes?” he asks, and I realize my yes can be misinterpreted. “When can I start?” I ask, casting out all doubt. “I can make arrangements whenever you’re ready,” he says, confidence threading through every syllable. “We can get it all done by the end of the week if you can be ready that quickly.” “Okay,” I squeak, gripping the edge of the couch cushion, curling my fingers into the fabric. “I’m glad you said yes,” he murmurs, igniting a heat inside of me. That same dizzy swirl that sparked the first night we texted surges through me now. I nod, even though he can’t see me. As soon as the call ends, I sit there staring at the dark TV screen, my reflection staring back, wide-eyed and unsure. I’ve just agreed to move into a stranger’s home. A very rich, very intense, very enigmatic stranger, who also happens to be the father of my secret child. I keep stacking reckless life choices, one on top of the other.