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He turns toward me, looking at me in confusion, and I see the moment he registers who I am. I can promise I’ll never forget him. Not because of his looks, but because he’s the man who got me fired today.
CHAPTER TWO
THEO
I haven’t been able to get that damn woman out of my mind. And when I say woman, I mean girl, because she must be half my age. I shouldn’t be thinking about someone who looks to be the same age as my daughter, but after seeing her twice on Friday, she’s been living rent free in my head. What are the fucking chances I’d run into her at Milo’s bar?
Of course, I could tell she wanted to wrap her hands around my neck when she noticed I was sitting next to her. I can’t blame her though. I watched her storm out of the restaurant in tears, and that was all thanks to me.
It’s Friday morning, and I’m with one of my clients.
We’re sitting in the middle of McGuire’s, and the asshole won’t get off his damn phone so we can have an actual discussion about his impending custody battle.
I’ve been watching the sexy little brunette bounce from table to table. I can tell she’s exhausted and overworked, but the smile never slips from her face as she pours coffee and delivers pancakes to all her customers. I will say these are the best damn pancakes I’ve ever had.
“Can I get you anything else before I bring your check?” Her sweet, sensual voice washes over me, making my dick twitch in my pants, and I need to get that under control. This woman is way too fucking young for me. I know she has to be around the same age as my daughter. Sick bastard.
I snap out of my inappropriate thoughts, “I’ll take a coffee to go, sweetheart.” Her cheeks turn red at my words. I’m not sure what’s come over me, but I need to stop. I’m trying to get away from the fucking she-devil, and flirting with a woman half my age will only get me in trouble.
“Sure. I’ll be right back.” She turns on her heels, and I watch her ass as she walks away, and then I hear Craig clearing his throat from across the table. This is all his fault. If he hadn’t been on his phone I wouldn’t be lusting over the waitress.
I turn toward him, and he’s standing from the table. “Sorry man, I gotta go.”
I blink up at him. This man is a damn mess, and I’m not sure how much more I can help him. He’s trying to win a custody battle, but he’s a careless ass, so I don’t know why any judge would grant him his kids.
“Mr. Isaacs.” My voice gets louder than I intended, and I notice a few heads turn in our direction. “My calendar is very full, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to meet with you again. If you can just give me a little bit more of your time…”
He puts a hand up. “I’ll let you know when I’m free.” With that he leaves.
I’m watching the door in utter frustration, and I slam my hand down on the table.
“Oh shit!” The waitress yells, and in the next second, my leg feels like someone just poured hot coals on it.
“Mother fucker!”
“Theo, your eleven o’clock is here,” my assistant says from the door, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Thanks, Paulette. I’ll be right out.”
When my daughter asked if I still needed a new assistant because her roommate needed a job, I was hesitant to agree to helping, but I’ve never been able to tell Courtney no. Paulette is wanting to retire in a couple weeks when her first grandchild is born. She’s been with Kincaid & McAlister since we opened twenty years ago. I hate to see her go because she became a part of my family all those years ago, but I understand why she is.
I close out of the email I was supposed to be reading and stand from my desk.
Making way down the hallway, toward Paulette’s desk, I stop in my tracks when I see her. No fucking way.
She’s staring down at the magazine in her lap, mindlessly flipping through the pages. Her long brown hair tied up on top of her head. She looks professional, yet sexy as sin.
“Ms. Jones?” I interrupt her, and her head snaps up to me.
Her mouth drops, and she grabs her purse and stands.
“This can’t be happening.”
“Is there a problem?” My mouth tips up, and I know she’d murder me if she could. I am after all, the reason she lost her last job. But the least I can do is help her get a new one. A much better paying job at that.
“You’re Courtney’s dad?” She eyes me up and down, and then she shakes her head when she realizes what she did. She’s flustered, and it’s fucking cute.
Today she’s wearing a pencil skirt paired with a black blazer, and underneath sits a purple shirt that barely contains her tits. They aren’t big, but they’d fit nicely in my hands.
