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I open the door, halfway hiding behind it. “Hi, what—”
“I need a huge favor,” he says briskly.
“Hi, Miss Flowers!” Daisy pops out from behind her dad, completely throwing me.
What is going on?
“Hi, sweetie.” I look back up at Mr. Vaughn who’s carrying a small Disney Princess bag. “Do you want to come inside?”
I close the door behind us, turning back to face him as Daisy walks past us, looking around my living room. “How do you know where I live?”
“It’s on the internet.”
“Right. So, why are you here?”
“I know this is completely unorthodox, but I need someone to watch Daisy. I have a very important dinner that I absolutely cannot miss.”
“You don’t have a regular sitter?”
“I do,” he says, a little frustrated. “She can’t make it work and my mother is busy. Trust me, this is a last resort.” He looks down my body and I quickly cross my arms over my chest, very aware at my nakedness beneath my shirt. “But you clearly don’t look like you have any plans,” he says, gesturing to my oversized shirt and my fuzzy sock combo.
“Wow, thank you.” I smile, watching him shake his head as he apologizes. “Did you just apologize, Mr. Vaughn? Never thought I’d see the day.” I can’t pass up the opportunity.
“Look, can you help me or not?”
“Depends. What’s it worth to you?” I play with my fingernail in a nonchalant manner, attempting to be funny but he clearly isn’t in the mood.
“Can you please stop with your attempt at flirting and focus.”
“I wasn’t flirting,” I scowl, his attitude kind of pissing me off.
Okay, I was attempting to flirt a little but calling me out like that wasn’t exactly necessary.
“I’ll pay you cash and it will just be for a few hours.” He glances at his watch and I can see that he truly is flustered.
“Yes, yes, I can watch her.”
“Her favorite snacks are in here; she’s already had a bath and is in her pajamas. She will probably be asleep within an hour.” He thrusts the bag toward me, nothank youoryou’re amazing for helping me out.
“I got it,” I say, reaching out and taking the bag from him.
“You sure?”
“Yes. Go to your dinner, I have your number if anything happens.”
“Thank you. I owe you one.” He looks past me and calls for Daisy who runs over to give him a hug goodbye before returning to my craft station in the corner of my living room.
“By the way, how did you get into my building? You’re supposed to have a fob or get buzzed in.” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“I own the building and the entire block,” he says nonchalantly as he walks through the door toward the elevators.
“Of course you do,” I mutter to myself. “Just don’t be too late, Mr. Vaughn. I need to make sure I make my shift at the Sugar Factory,” I laugh at my own joke about one of the famous strip clubs out by the airport. I turn around and start to close the door when suddenly his hand is on the door, yanking it back open and pulling me halfway out into the hallway. “What the—”
“Do you always have to be a smart-ass?” He towers over me, his voice low and a touch menacing as a smirk settles on his lips. My belly does that flip-flop thing that makes me almost dizzy with excitement.
“Do you always have to get the last word in?”
He’s not flirting; he’s just an asshole.He made that abundantly clear a moment ago.
