59. Child Support

Gin

For the days leading up to duel, Sinclair doesn't let me out of his sight. Not even for a second.

I return to my job as his PA, just because he wants to watch me all day long. I receive a pay check at the end of each day, with rather creative descriptions.

Yesterday's was, For giving Sable a run for his money.

And the day before that had been, For being the best assistant in the whole world.

I don't protest, not that I particularly need the money anyway. He feeds me, clothes me, has only best stylists waiting down in his apartment every morning to prep me for the paparazzi. For him.

My phone beeps and I pause in my scribbling, dropping the stylus beside the tablet. I raise my phone and my lips part into a grin as I see the alert and it's description.

For looking so delicious in that dress. Where do you want to go today, my Genie?

Genie? I laugh, chuckle, momentarily forgetting the stack of paperwork. I lean back in my chair and type my response. You're