“Sure.” She clasped her hands in front of her and walked to the kitchen with me.
“Do you have a business set up for your designs?”
She seemed a little surprised by my inquiry. “Um, yeah. My website was hit by hackers this morning, but I had one.”
“That’s not good. You need an IT support team to clean that up.”
“I’m working on it.” She shrugged and moved to lean against the counter in front of me. Her position gave me access to the thick, creamy tops of her breasts.
My cock jerked in my pants and I shifted a little, making sure my hips were hidden behind the breakfast nook. “Are you married, dating or single?”
“Single. Is that a job requirement?” Her eyebrow lifted and she laughed.
“Not necessarily. I’m just looking for someone to invest heavily in Tyson. A husband or fiancé would cause that to be a difficulty for you.” I shrugged while internally smiling. She was single.
“My turn.” She tapped her hand on the breakfast bar and glanced up at me. “If I get the job, how often do I need to be here?”
“Only at night. So you would come at five in the afternoon and could leave at five in the morning. You’d have Saturday nights off.”
“Oh. I thought it was a day job.” She straightened up and tilted her head to the side. A long strand of golden hair danced around her pretty face and I had to slip my hands in my slacks to keep from tucking it behind her ear for her.
“I have him in an on-site daycare during the day.” I shrugged. “I’m good with that for now.”
“The pay is really high. I don’t think I can accept something that steep to be honest with you.” She crossed her arms over her chest as if she were willing to fight it out with me.
Was she putting on a show? Who would refuse money for a job that was all night and honestly exhausting? Gold diggers were a dime a dozen and they had grown stealthy in their attacks. Was this girl one? Would she treat Tyson the same when I’m not around as she would when I’m here? Will she teach me to take care of him? Help me to grow into this? Is she willing to do it for me until I come to terms with it?
“The pay is what it is. I assume you want the job still?”
“I do, but the pay is up for discussion.” She lifted her eyebrow. The pretty little tart was willing to challenge me.
“No it’s not, but I’d like to hire you.”
“Good. When do I start?”
“Now.”
5 - Kendra
“Tonight?” The idea of starting so soon surprised me. Had I known he was in such a hurry, I would have eaten something and brought a change of clothes. Hanging out all night in my dress wasn’t going to be much fun.
“Yeah. Is it okay or do you need to start on Sunday?” The look on his face said that he expected me to simply agree. For the amount of money he was offering, I honestly couldn’t force myself to refuse him.
“Tonight is good.” I smiled and nodded to the refrigerator. “Do you have a glass that I can use for some water?”
“There are bottles of water in the fridge. Poke around and help yourself to anything you like.” He finished speaking over his shoulder and walked from the kitchen, leaving me there a little confused.
“Okay.” I took a deep breath and moved around the kitchen, opening various cabinets, all the while anticipating the soft cry of the baby. I found myself wanting to go back into his room and just hover a little bit. His poor tummy was tight and cramped when I arrived. How long had he been suffering from gas bubbles. I felt horrible for Jax for not knowing.
He walked back into the kitchen as I closed the fridge and twisted the top on my water. His shirt was tucked into his slacks, the tight black garment only working to accentuate the sexy ridges of his chest and abs. There must be a gym in the complex.
“I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” He winked and picked up his keys.
“Oh.” I paused just before pressing the water bottle to my lips.
“Oh? You’re surprised that I’m going out?”
“A little. We just interviewed, but if you’re comfortable with it, then I’m good.” I smiled and turned from him as a frown settled on my mouth. Maybe he wasn’t at all worried with Tyson’s stomach. He was willing to leave the boy with me after just meeting me, which didn’t at all speak much to his character.
“I’m comfortable, but you don’t seem to be.” Jax moved toward me, stopping a few feet as I sat down and glanced up at him.
“I’m fine. Just surprised. Leave me your cell phone number and let me know where you’re going in case I need you?”
“Give me your phone and I’ll plug in the number.” He pulled his phone from his pocket. “I’m going to hang out with a few friends for a little while and relax. It’s been a long ass week and Friday night means it’s time to let the liquor flow.”
“Okay.” I got up and walked back to the living room, not quite sure what to think. I handed the phone to Jax as a text rolled in from Brian. A picture of him popped up on the screen and Jax smirked.
“No boyfriend, huh? Who’s this guy?” He lifted the phone.
“A friend. Put your number in there and the closest pizza place. I didn’t know I was staying tonight or I would have eaten.” My stomach growled as if on standby for validation.
Jax typed in the number and looked up at me. “You haven’t eaten?”
“No. It’s eight. I usually eat around seven, but it took me that long to get to you.” I smiled kindly and sat down on the couch, crossing my legs and working to not notice the large bulge at the front of his slacks. He was packing a punch and I almost felt sorry for the poor unsuspecting female who might have to accommodate him later that night.
Not my problem.
“I’ll just stay here tonight. We can chat a little and if the baby wakes up, you can give me a few more tips and tricks. You definitely seem to know what you’re doing.” His eyes moved across me and I stifled a shiver.
“How do you not know how to take care of your son? I mean no harm in asking, but I’m baffled by it.” I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and focused on him. There’s no way his wife had divorced him and left the kid with him. He was clueless.
“Do you not know who I am?” His voice held no accusation, but almost a level of sarcasm that left me feeling like I was missing out on a cosmic joke of sorts.
“Should I?” I ran my hand down my thigh, trying to get the dress to sit properly.
“Never mind.” He chuckled and walked to a desk that sat at the far end of the room. “Let’s order in since little man is sleeping. What do you like?”
“I’m good with anything. You don’t have to stay here with me. There’s a horror show marathon on HBO tonight. I’ll be perfectly fine. Honestly.” I tried to keep my voice light and friendly. Something about his response to me not knowing him caused me to worry. I would Google him when I got home, but for now... him leaving sounded like the more comfortable option.
“Thai food good?” He called over his shoulder, ignoring my last string of comments.
“Yep.” I shrugged and reached for the TV remote. I had no idea what type of food Thai food was, but if it was anything like Americanized Chinese... I was good to go.
He milled around the house for the next twenty minutes, his actions making me think he was working to avoid me for some odd reason. Maybe not recognizing him was a really big deal. I worked to focus on the show playing in front of me, and didn’t look up until he had paid the delivery guy and turned to face me.
“Dinner’s here. I wasn’t sure what to order, so I just ordered a lot.” He chuckled and I stood, walking toward him and breathing in deeply.