Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109

“Children don’t eat on furniture,” Mrs. White cuts me off, raising her hand to stop me. “And pizza is very unhealthy.‘

I blink. “It’s not like it’s an everyday thing,” I say slowly. “And Miles is very neat when he eats. You can put a towel down if you’re concerned, but he won’t make a mess.

The nanny places one hand on her hip. “I’d rather he eats at the table.”

I sigh, not really having the energy to argue over something so mundane. “Alright.” I dig into my purse, withdrawing a couple of twenties. “This is for the pizza and anything else you might want. Treat yourself.”

She eyes the money suspiciously and doesn’t take it. I decide to leave it on the counter anyway, just in case. On my way out, I give her one last smile, not that I expect to receive one in return.

“Let me know if you have any trouble,” I say. “You have my number. I’ll come home right away if you need me to.”

“That won’t be necessary.” The nanny shakes he head curtly. “Miles will be perfectly behaved tonight.”

Something about the way she says that–perfectly behaved–unsettles me ever so slightly, but I let it go. On my way out the lobby, I ask Cliff to check in later, and he agrees. I make a mental note to check the nanny cameras at least once during the night just to make sure everything is going smoothly, then head to Alice’s place.

Alice’s apartment is a quaint little brownstone not far from Marsiel Gallery. She lets me in with a glass of wine and a smile, and we sip and chat as we get ready.

“Oh, Iris, that dress is fucking stunning,” she says as I slip into the midnight black gown. “It fits you like a glove.” I take a deep breath, turning to the full–length mirror. It really does fit just the way it did when I bought it, the fabric hugging my curves and pooling slightly around my feet. The dress shimmers when I move, and once I throw my hair into a curly updo and add some shimmery eyeshadow and deep red lipstick to complete the look, I feel like a siren–especially with the slightly plunging neckline.