Novels by J.Stclair

After 6and a half hours of fly osariya felt sore as hell. Granted she was in first class for the first time in her life . but she had only seen nate briefly . His was surrounded by his team and also had to conduct a meeting mid flight as they journeyed to his Caribbean home . She shook her head thinking of him talking softly with his people all bundle of uncoiled energy. Ignoring the small pang of envy that she was not included she schooled herself to remember that this was just a job and though she was majorly attracted to Nate , he was out of her league. He was the freaking fastest man on the planet, he probably had women begging to jump in his bed. Not that she wanted to be in his bed she told herself ignoring the lie she was telling herself .But he seemed nice. Caught in her own world she almost didn’t hear Shawn calling her to a waiting car while she stepped out in the tropical heat. She definitely had to go shopping for a few loose fitting clothes.Getting into the car she was

Nate watched osariya closely trying to take in her reaction as he said“I want you to be my physio to help with my rehab for the next six weeks. If you agree you will fly to the Caribbean with me tomorrow to my home “ which is a lovely island by the way called Dominca and there oversea my recovery” smiling at the shocked expression in her face he continued “ I think it would be a great opportunity for you and you will be compensated very well.Are you serious she muttered. I mean don’t you have your own personal physio and why me she continued u barely know me . And tomorrow I would have to inform David, my other clients.Look he said hands up “letme answer some of those questions” afraid that she was overthinking things. I have never used a personal physio therapist. Depending on the season one joins my team for a short period of time. Currently that position is vacant seeing thata the season was coming to an end he told her Shrugging. As to your other questions I think I have gotte

Nate gathered the crouches and looked at osyria with a small smile, he was honestly relived that he would not have to do surgery and in the grand scheme of things 6 weeks was better than he feared. There was no major events left on his calendar as the racing season was coming to a close. Only some charity functions to attend which he was happy to be excused from. He had nothing against charity having set up several projects in his native country. But those events were a bit to stuffy for him.To ensure those 6 weeks were interesting and not dull was a prospect that he intended to get a head start on.Shuffling to the side as he allowed osayra to pass him girls in tow he took in her scent : perfume ? He wasn’t quite sure but he liked it a lot, it seemed to march its wearer exactly not to overbearing but with subtle layers of sweetness. Flashing a smile when he realized he was caught staring when he saw another blush across osyria’s fine features. Your assistance was greatly appreciated

Having finished the x-ray on his leg, Nate could not have been in a worst mood. He knew that the injury could be potentially serious and may include an arduous rehab process. He could hear the doctor and his coach in deep conversation while they waited for all the results, stepping from the wheelchair he had been forced to move around in he took the crouches from Shawn.At 6 6 he was as tall asNate and acted as his personal bodyguard/personal assistance/whatever else he needed him to be, he was also Nates cousin. “Hey Cuz, you’re like a senior citizen” Shawn teased. “And you look like you want to start searchingfor a new job” Nate quipped.this was not how he had imagined his day panning out.Walking over too his coach, impatience in his voice he asked “so what’s the word”. well the doctor is pretty certain that it’s not as bad as first feared but has called in a specialist to give us a comprehensive diagnosis as well as timeframe his coach replied.He sighed“Don’t worry too much Itsgo

Osariya had always been a lover of track, maybe not so much field but definitely track, as a girl her dad had taken her out to meets every Saturday and ensured that she was enrolled in the local track club. She loved the feel of the track under her feet, the sensation of putting on a brand new running shoes. Though she had only continued till college, she remained in love with the sport studying physiotherapy and earning her master’s degree in sport science.At 25 she considered herself a relatively young woman. Her mom had been applying steady pressure, in order for her toofocus less on work and more on her personal life. “You’re a healthy young woman, you should be looking to find someone to settle down with” her mom would quip with a slight Indian tilt in her accent. To make matters worse her mother had recently recruited her dad into lending support to what her mom referred to as her man problem “you should have a fellow by now sari”; her father had said using the childhood nicknam