Park Avenue Daddy Read online Aria Cole, Mila Crawford

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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
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Park Avenue Daddy

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Aria Cole

Mila Crawford

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English
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Lori Styles
I didn’t know what to expect when I took the nanny position, but I didn’t anticipate the instant attraction I felt for the city’s most powerful attorney...my new employer.
Now I’m living in his penthouse and watching over his adopted niece. Keeping my emotions in check is easier said than done, because the truth is, I’m falling for the Park Avenue Adonis.

Sebastian Vaughn
I’m one of Park Avenue’s most successful attorneys. My job is the only thing that brings me pleasure, the only thing I’ve ever cared about. Until her.
She came into my life and set it aflame with her sweetness and charm. Now I’m consumed with a desperate need. The need to make her mine. Forever.
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Aria Cole

Mila Crawford



Chapter 1

Lori

Snowflakes fell on my eyelashes as I hustled down Madison Avenue, fifteen minutes late for my interview with Mr. Fancy Pants Lawyer. I hadn’t bothered to do an internet search on my new employer—I was so lucky Jameson’s girlfriend could hook me up with a job. I was fresh out of high school and in desperate need of a way to support myself.

“Shit!” The edge of my heeled boot hit a patch of icy sidewalk and flew out from under me as soon as I got to the front door of the high-rise. My feet slipped out from under me, hands bracing for the fall, when strong arms circled my waist.

“Easy there, Twinkle Toes,” a thick voice boomed in my ear. Rough hands settled me firmly back on my feet, my heart galloping from my near-death fall.

“Thank you,” I said, eyes casting up to the elegant facade of the Carlyle Hotel. “I’ve got an interview I’m late for in there—my chance at getting hired is probably shot now.”

“Sebastian Vaughn, Attorney at Law.” His name caught my attention. “Lori Styles? I’ve been waiting for you.”

My blood ran cold.

He was my potential employer.

“Oh.” I swallowed the lead lodged in my throat. “Hi. Yes, I’m Lori.”

His eyes narrowed shrewdly on mine. I licked my lips, uncomfortable under his intense gaze. He was definitely pissed.

“I don’t have time to be stood up,” he finally uttered, breaking my gaze. “I normally don't wait longer than five minutes. If you can’t be prompt, then you’re not the person for me.”

“I-I—” I stuttered, tears forming in my eyes. “But I really need this job.”

My words came out choked.

“You could have fooled me.”

“But a construction crew had half of the sidewalk along 76th Street torn up. I had to detour around a few blocks to get here. I… I’m really sorry for wasting your time.”

He gnashed down on his teeth, eyes flickering from the entrance to the hotel over my shoulder and then settling on me.

“I can only give you ten minutes. I’ve got a meeting back at my office at two.” He still sounded exasperated, the soft frown lines at his eyes belying his frustration.

“Thank you. Oh my God, thank you so much, Mr. Vaughn. I can’t tell you what it means to me.”

He assessed me silently, eyes roaming up and down my form for a moment before he placed a hand at my elbow and gestured me through the elegant canopied doors. He nodded to the doorman as we passed.

“I can’t imagine you’ll mind if we take this meeting at the bar considering you’re so late.”

“Of course not.” I shrank under his hard gaze. His fingers hovering at my elbow sent chills through me.

“Sit,” he ordered.

I nodded, feeling like every single one of my movements was under his scrutiny. “I’m really great with kids. I’ve been volunteering at the Lenox Hill pediatrics unit since I was in middle school—”

“I don’t care about your experience,” he interrupted me.

The bartender hovered just out of eyeline, waiting to see if we’d be ordering, but Mr. Vaughn waved him off quickly.

“Well, I just want you to know you can trust me with your daughter. I assumed you’d want someone with nanny experience—”

“That’s not a requirement, and she’s not my daughter.” His gaze broke mine, looking agitated and annoyed with my words. “I mean, she is on paper, but she’s adopted. My brother and his wife passed in a tragic accident, and we have no other family—no one else to take Emme—so I volunteered. My life isn’t set up for a child. I need someone to come and babyproof things and teach her how to be—” he paused, searching for the right word “—normal.”

“Normal?” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“This kid isn't like others. I mean, I have zero experience with children, but surely they aren’t always this…wild.”

I cracked a smile as that alpha exterior dropped a little, some sense of vulnerability taking its place. “How old is she?”

“Three,” he stated seriously. “The most savage three I’ve ever met.”

“Savage, huh?” I shook my head. “She sounds like a typical three-year-old.”

He didn’t smile, eyes only traced with concern. “You’ll have your hands full with this one. If you still want the job, it’s yours—and I’ll pay whatever salary you want. I just need someone I can trust to raise her.”

“Raise her?” My heart broke. He looked concerned…and stressed, the shadows under his eyes now more apparent as I sat so close to him.

“I already took the liberty of doing a background check on you. Anyway, the Fairchilds are one of my closest clients. I trust the word of a Fairchild more than anything, so you’ve been vouched for and vetted. I didn’t feel comfortable placing an ad in the classifieds section and letting anyone in Emme’s life—she’s a hellion, but she’s been through a lot. She needs stability, someone who can be there for her, and right now, I’m just not that person.”

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