His for the Taking (Men in Charge #5) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors: Series: Men in Charge Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
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“Living room. The remote is on the coffee table. JoJo’s toys are in the built-in cabinets.” He points toward the area. My eyes sweep the room from each direction. The soft beige walls with the dark wood floors are beautiful, and the leather couches look warn and lived in. You can tell Jameson takes pride in his home. The built-in cabinets house frames with pictures of him and Josephine as well as a few of their family. There are a few books scattered throughout to bring it together.

“Alright. Anything she can’t get into?” I ask.

“Nope, the place is pretty much still baby proof. The garage would be the only place I wouldn’t want her, but you shouldn’t need to go in there. Which reminds me, I’ll put the spare car seat in your car on my way out, just in case.” My head spins sharply to his, taken aback by him leaving me with a car seat. Never in my wildest imagination would I think Jameson Evans would give over that much control. “Just in case. I don’t want you stranded out here if something were to happen. Not that I’m expecting anything, but life can be a fickle bitch.” He must have read my expression clear as day. It’s not like I can hide my expressive ways; it’s the one quality I wish I could control.

“Yeah, makes sense.” He walks me near the open kitchen.

“Kitchen. Help yourself to whatever. Josephine has no food allergies.” He’s on a mission because I barely get a look at the dark olive-green cabinets and stone countertop before we’re walking down the hallway.

“That’s good to know. Is she fond of anything particular?” I ask quietly to his back, uncertain if JoJo is a deep sleeper.

“Pancakes, eggs, but you don’t have to do all of that.” He opens a door. “Josephine’s room. Bathroom is across the hall. The next door on the left is my home office, and that leaves us with my bedroom.” I remain silent while following him. His backside… shew goodness. Broad shoulders, tapering to a waist that is not thin in the least. Don’t get me wrong; he’s muscular, but not in a lean way at all, and his ass can definitely fill out a pair of jeans.

“My room.” He opens the door and walks inside while I remain at the doorway. My shoulder rests against the frame, and I watch as Jameson bends over the massive king-size bed. It’s what he does next that kicks me right in the heart. There, in the middle of his bed, lies a little girl who’s currently sprawled out, and the man who definitely has two sides to him. Well, let’s just say seeing Jameson with his daughter is like seeing him come to life. One knee goes to the bed, and he moves soft tufts of blonde curls off her forehead, places a kiss there, whispers something in her ear, and then tucks her in. Jameson Evans as a dad is one of the hottest fucking things ever. Too bad when he opens his mouth he loses any manners his mother ever taught him. At least when it comes to me, they’re practically they’re non-existent. I back away, allowing him to finish telling Josephine goodbye, and walk back toward the kitchen. It’s a really good thing he’s not the nicest to me, or I’d be breaking my vow of man-hating in a heartbeat.

13

KODY

“Kody, you here!” I heard the rustling of sheets in the living room an hour after Jameson left. So, I got up from my place on the couch, choosing to keep the house quiet so I could keep my ear out for her waking up. Now, I’m sitting on the edge of Jameson’s bed, watching as Josephine’s arms lift up in a big stretch. I was almost worried I’d scare her if I came in here, but I figured her waking up alone without Jameson making noise in the house would be worse.

“I am. I hear you and I are going to have fun today.” I’m actually surprised she slept well past eight o’clock in the morning. Jameson really won in the sleeping-in lottery with his daughter.

“Yes!” she whisper-shouts, and then I realize she’s been asleep for a while and probably needs to head to the bathroom.

“How about I start breakfast while you go to the bathroom?” I didn’t even ask Jameson if she was wearing a nighttime trainer or not. What a rookie move that was.

“Otay, fwench toast?” she asks. I nod. That’s easy enough, and I’m sure Jameson has every amenity handy when it comes to food.

“You got it. Do you need help in the bathroom?” She shakes her head. “Alright.” I’ll let her do her own thing in the bathroom. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to stay within hearing distance just in case. I stand up, and she rips the sheets off her little body and does a stomach shimmy off the bed until her feet touch the ground. Then all that’s heard is the pitter-patter of her feet against the wood floor. A light automatically turns on when she walks into the bathroom, and I stay where I’m planted, waiting for her to do her thing in case she needs anything. I’m going over what we’re going to do to stay busy today when I hear the flush of the toilet then the turning on of the faucet, and after what seems like minutes of her splashing around in the sink, Josephine comes out.


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