Her Russian Billionaires #2 SACHA

By: Susan Westwood



“I doubt that person realized what they were doing. She was coherent then. Not long after Cliff was born, she was diagnosed. I knew that I’d have to take care of Cliff for her.

“You ended up taking care of her also.”

“Yes.”

She looked away from him, pushing food around her plate. He touched her arm. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I just wish I could have brought my mother with me.”

“She’s getting the best care possible,” Sacha said.

“I know and I thank you for that.”

“No worries. I’m glad to do it. I don’t have a lot to spend my money on.”

“What about fancy cars?”

“I have a few of those.”

“Helicopter.”

“Have one.”

She blinked. “You have a helicopter?”

“Yes.”

She shook her head. “Wow.”

“I’m that rich, Kendra. I’m not going to apologize for my success.”

“I’m not asking you to. I’m just trying to wrap my head around it.”

“Don’t. I can’t always do it either. I grew up on the streets. I was just lucky enough to have some breaks in life,” he said. “I invested well and still do.”

She nodded, but he didn’t think that she really understood. He poured her some more wine. He drank his own, his plate now empty.

“You not hungry?”

“I’m hungry.”

“Then eat. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I wouldn’t think so. You live here.”

He laughed. “Yes, I do. About what I said earlier. Let’s sleep on it and we can write up a contract tomorrow.”

“Fair enough.”

He watched her eat with gusto. So different from a lot of women he’d been with. They ate very little then worried about how fat they were. Kendra wasn’t fat, but she wasn’t a waif either. She had enough to hold onto while he was making love to her. He wondered what she thought of his idea. It would have to be beneficial to both of them. He already knew that Kendra wouldn’t sign anything she wasn’t happy with. So he’d make her happy, but not at his own expense.

“I’ll wash the dishes.”

“I’ll let you,” he said.

She laughed, then cleared their plates. She filled the sink with soap. Sacha liked watching her movements. She had grace and confidence. That made her sexy. He truly hoped she would be up for what he had offered.





Chapter3



Kendra woke the next morning knowing her life was turned upside down. So was Cliff’s and he seemed to be handling it. He wasn’t in bed and hadn’t awakened all night. Guess the boy was tired. Kendra put on a robe she found in her room. She and Cliff needed clothes, but for now she had to find him. She yawned as she walked out to the kitchen. She found Cliff sitting at the island where she’d eaten dinner last night. His hair was in disarray and held his toy car.

He swung his legs, not being able to reach the cross bars on the stool. Sacha was in a different work outfit, his sleeves rolled up. “You want pancakes, Kendra?” Cliff said.

Kendra looked from Cliff to Sacha then back again. “Uh.”

“I have enough batter for more,” Sacha said.

“I need coffee first,” she said.

He indicated a French press sitting on the counter with a mug next to it. When she picked it up, she could tell that the mug was made out of china. She was afraid she’d break it. She poured herself some of the black liquid then drank. The warmth went down to her toes.

Whoever invented coffee should have a statue made in his or her likeness.

She leaned against the counter, watching Sacha cook her little brother breakfast. He didn’t have to do that, but the fact that he was melted her heart. Should she give him a chance? Maybe just the physical relationship that he was offering. Might take a few kinks out of her life if she could get laid.

“What’s the game plan today?” she asked.

“Breakfast. I have a few women coming over for you to interview. Cliff can’t go to school. I’ll have a driver for you if you want to go somewhere.”

“I have to go to work.”

“You can’t go to work. Can you get whatever you need delivered here?”

She frowned. Not going to work was not an option. She could probably take a sick day today, but that as it. She had a lot of stuff on her desk. Plus she had the race to plan.

“I don’t think anyone would know what to send me.”

“You don’t have a secretary?” Sacha said.

She snorted. “No, we don’t. I’ll have someone bring me everything on my desk.”

“Have the driver pick it up. That way none of your co-workers know where you are.”

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