Page 27 of So This Is War
“Well, if you did, I wouldn’t judge you. I’ve been to a few. They’re fun.”
He pulls on the back of his neck, the muscles in his forearm straining. “Things I shouldn’t know,” he says, moving toward the door. “Okay, see you tomorrow at nine. I’ll text you my address.”
“Sounds good,” I say as he disappears out of the room.
Well, I think that went well. As well as it could have gone.
I have a job.
A place to live.
And what seems to be a pretty easygoing boss.
Dad thought this would be a challenge, but it’s seeming like anything but that.
Except for the glaringly obvious fact that my new boss is the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“You’re up early,”Dad says as he walks into the kitchen. I’m suckling at a cup of coffee, attempting to wake myself up. My class schedule had been fixed to have lectures later in the day along with some night classes for my graphic art, so this morning’s wake up is making me rethink this entire challenge from my dad.
“Just gearing up for my day of work,” I say. “Very excited to hit the ground running.”
“Should be,” Dad says as he moves over to the coffee and pours himself a cup. I made that all for me, but whatever. “Posey has been known to be hard to work with. Hence why he needed an assistant.”
I find that hard to believe, but then again, I guess I don’t know him the way my dad knows him.
“Well, I’m up for the challenge.”
“I hope so.” Dad leans against the counter. “I would hate to see you fail.”
Ha. I’m calling bullshit on that. I know my dad loves me, but this challenge, this one he’s hoping I don’t complete? He’s hoping more than anything for me to come crawling back to him, but to hell if I’ll let that happen.
“Well, no need to worry about that, big guy.” I elbow him. “I already have a place to stay, actually. I’m moving in today.”
He whips his head around to look at me. “Where?”
“Uptown. It’s a sublet,” I answer, not wanting to give him all the details, not that he needs them. “Lucked out, actually. I was asking around yesterday, and a friend had this sublet option,and I snatched it up. It’s an old nanny housing unit, so it’s not much, but hey, it’s something, right?”
“Yeah, that’s something,” he says while running his hand over his jaw.
“Anyway, I should probably head into the shower. I’m meeting Levi at nine to go over my responsibilities and expectations, and I don’t want to be late.”
“No, you don’t. Not sure he would appreciate you being late.”
“Which means I need to get going.” I set my coffee mug on the counter and stand on my toes to kiss my dad’s cheek. “Great game last night.”
And then I take off to my bedroom, where I plop down on my comfortable mattress, soaking in the last minutes of a Tempur-Pedic because I doubt the nanny hole will be anything luxurious. I grab my phone and text Sandie.
Wylie:Are you frothing at the mouth, wondering who my new boss is?
I texted her yesterday after my conversation with my dad, sharing everything that was going on, and she, for one, couldn’t believe my dad was being such a dick. And two, she was dying to know who the player would be.
Sandie:YES! I thought you were going to text me last night.
Wylie:I thought about it, but I didn’t want to wake you.
Sandie:For that kind of information, I would have risen from the dead.
Wylie:LOL. Good to know. So are you ready?
