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Finally, we’re alone again.
Olivia turns to me. “Why will I need to know where your private garage is?”
I give her a cocky smile. “Because I’m about to offer you the job, and you’re about to say yes.”
“Are you crazy or just stupid?”
The question comes so fast that I don’t think even she planned for it to blurt out like that. Her face reddens, and I laugh. Fuck, what I wouldn't give to just devour her mouth right here.
“Well, I do play hockey, and people say you’re either insane when you start, or insane by the time you finish. Get hit in the head enough times and you start to think a little different than most folks.”
Her brow raises. “You brawl?” she asks in disbelief.
“Only when I have to.”
“Right. Uh, well, that still doesn’t explain why you want to hire me. I told you to fuck off. And frankly, I’m not sure I want to work for you. You insulted my intelligence and acted like this—” She gestures to her chest. “—was some kind of intentional thing. My button popped before I got here and I didn’t have time to change?—”
I hold my hand up. Surprisingly, she stops. “You passed the test.”
She frowns and arches an eyebrow at the same time, like her face can’t decide which expression to make. “Huh?”
“You need to have tough skin if you’re looking after my—er, after a kid I’m responsible for. My… niece… will eventually not be a baby. I hear it’s called the terrible twos for a reason. I was a dick on purpose. You took it in stride. So, yeah—you passed.”
“Oh. I see.” She swallows, and I can’t help watching how her throat rides up and down. It’s weirdly seductive.
“Anyway,” I say, “that, plus your file… You’re what I need.”
“You read my file?” she asks, surprised.
“Yeah. Right after you told me to fuck off.”
Her skin flushes a beautiful pink. The kind of shade I love to see when I’ve got a woman spread out, wet and satisfied under me.
We lock eyes as the skin along her neck and exposed chest takes on the same flush as her cheeks. If she’s thinking what I’m thinking, she’s not hiding it very well. Kudos to her, though: she doesn’t rise to the bait.
“Can I ask some questions before we settle on anything? If we settle on anything?”
I nod and lean back, arms folded over my chest. “Go ahead.”
“Well, how old is Violet, for starters? Does she have any allergies I should be aware of? Routines you’ve set in you would like me to follow?”
Fuck. A girl with fire is something I can handle. Now, though, we’re getting to the part where I’m on much thinner ice.
“She’s three months old, give or take. No allergies we’ve caught. No routines, either.”
Olivia’s brow quirks. “Um… alright. What about anything special about the kind of care you want for her? Are you looking for all day, every day, or…?”
“I’m gonna need you for when I have practice. That’s every day, at fixed times from eleven in the morning to about five in the evening. Games will be scheduled ahead of time, obviously—I’ll give that to you when I have it. You’ll need to watch her then. But I’d like for her to come to some of them. Then there’s events. Community outreach, sponsorship stuff, that kind of thing. Lots of hours to be had.”
Olivia nods, taking that in. “So essentially, I’ll be here most of the time,” she concludes.
“Is that a problem?”
“I’ve had live-in situations before, so no.” She clears her throat again. “What about the parents? Will I be interacting with them, or do you have sole custody? What’s the situ?—”
“The mo—the parents aren’t in the picture,” I cut in hurriedly.
That’s as detailed as I want to get. There’s way too much shit to sift through and if I’m not doing that with my own grandmother, I sure as hell am not doing it with a stranger.
