Page 3 of Royal Baby Maker

“Oh!” His mother blinked at me. “And who's this?”

Determined to not let this new information sway me, I stepped forward and offered my hand the same way I'd done to Bishop. “Nellie Pinewood, ma'am! I'm here for the dog walker position.”

Watching me through her thickly-applied mascara, she pursed her lips. “You have much experience with Poms?”

Cujo and Jaws had jumped up at the sight of Miss Callehurst. When I crouched, they ran to me excitedly. It was a better reaction than I could have hoped for—it gave me a rush of confidence. “Only a little bit. But I worked at a dog rescue for a year when I was eighteen, and I've always loved animals.”

I was readying myself to give her a more detailed rundown of my skills. But she just turned away and said, “Their leashes are hanging in the mudroom back here. Go on, take my babies out for some air before everyone arrives. Oh, and be careful—they love to chew oneverything.So if you have anything expensive...” Pausing, she looked me up and down. “Well. Never mind.”

Wow, rude.I bit back a response and just said, “Okay.” Skirting around Bishop to head to where the leashes apparently were, I did my best to give him a wide berth. It didn't stop him; he bent close, breathing on my neck. All the tiny hairs on my body stood tall—then taller, when he casually bumped his hip into mine.

“Oops,” he chuckled. “Guess I should go strip upstairs and get ready. Nice meeting you, Nellie. I hope you get the job. I'dloveto see more of you.”

- Chapter Two -

Nellie

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Jaws and Cujo wereeager to trot along at peak Pomeranian speed. That was good—I needed a reason to move fast and shake off whateverthatencounter had been.

Bishop Callehurst. What is with you?

Men with his looks were always trouble. Men with his looks that wereroyalty?Yeah. No way I was messing with that.

Gigi would smack me for even considering it.

And I wasn't considering it.

Not seriously, anyway.

After a few rounds up the steep Hollywood hills, I guided the panting dogs back towards the house. As I approached up the steps, I spotted the array of expensive cars packed tightly on the big-for-LA parking lot.

Miss Callehurst mentioned people coming over soon.She'd made it sound like some arranged marriage thing.Mother of his child...What would it be like to have a prince's baby? To have Bishop's baby?

Would it have his dark hair? My brown eyes? Some perfect combination and—Oh my lord, stop thinking about this!Reminding myself I didn't care, I was only here for the job I desperately needed, I pushed through the front door.

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