The Daddy Box Set

“Great. We can negotiate the logistics tomorrow for your pay and everything else,” he said with a big grin.

I matched it. “That’s fine with me.”

“Me too!” Gina said from behind him. She giggled.

“Thank you, Mr. Stone.”

“Call me Noah.”

“Call me Gina!” Gina said.

Noah and I laughed. “Sure thing.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he said, still smiling.

His teeth were brilliantly white, but a few of them were a little crooked. Good. At least he had one flaw.

“I’m excited for tomorrow!” Gina exclaimed and then shot off down the hallway.

“I’m going to go,” he said, removing his hand from the door. “Be sure to wear comfortable shoes. She likes to run.”

“Sure thing,” I said and waved at him.

He smiled, and the doors closed between us, giving me the perfect mental picture to hold onto until I saw him again.

On the way down to the lobby, I did a little happy dance in the elevator. Then I looked up in the corner and saw a camera. My cheeks flushed, and I moved toward the doors. I hoped Noah couldn’t see that! But my embarrassment faded quickly. I couldn’t believe how smoothly that interview went. It was the easiest one I’d ever had. And I hoped that I’d found my new Ricky in Gina. From everything that had happened so far, I had an excellent feeling I had.

After the interview, I stopped by the record store to tell Sierra the good news.

“Oh my gosh! Congratulations!” Sierra said, giving me a hug.

“Thanks so much.”

She leaned against one of the record stands. “Tell me everything.”

I glanced around to see a few people mingling in the store.

She waved them off. “If they need me, they can come get me.”

I grinned. “It was very easy actually. I sneaked by the secretary and walked into the office.”

“Ooh, you bad girl,” Sierra said.

“Well, it was a good thing I did,” I said. And lucky too. If Noah had been a different man, I could have come out of there with an entirely opposite outcome. “His daughter, Gina, was there. She was so adorable, and I can’t wait to get to know her.”

“Yeah, yeah, tell me about him,” Sierra said, lifting her eyebrows.

“What about him?” I asked innocently. I knew where she was going, but I didn’t want to talk about him. My job was to take care of his daughter.

“Is he as good looking as Rachel says he is?” Sierra said. Rachel was the friend who told Sierra about the job. I’d have to send her flowers or chocolates to thank her.

“Sure, he’s good looking. But Gina—”

Sierra pointed her finger at me accusingly. “You’re avoiding the subject!”

“Because it’s not relevant. He’s my boss now.”

“You can be attracted to your boss,” Sierra said.