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Half an hour later, I conclude that, if anything, Sofia is partying harder than ever. Rumor has it that she's become closely acquainted with cocaine. She always did like party drugs, but perhaps she's taken it too far. She also seems to have gone through quite a few men.
The problem is, if she files for custody, I have to prove my fitness as a father. And I just hired a nanny who saw me and my drunken buddies trying to sober up on a Monday night.
From that perspective, my life doesn't look great. But that's about the only thing I do wrong—I have one drink too many with my friends sometimes. And perhaps a whiskey at home. And, of course, working too much.
I sigh as I realize I've got some more paperwork to get through before I go home. I also need to re-evaluate some investments I've made. I'll have to look at that tonight. Dammit, I hate having to take work with me home, but I do it all the time.
About an hour later, I finally stepped into my lobby.
"Good evening, Mr. Carmichael," Danny says.
"Evening, Danny," I reply. Danny is one of the guys hired to work as a concierge of sorts and ensure only residents and their guests enter the building.
"Everything fine with the plumbing in your apartment now?"
"Yes, thank you." Danny hired someone to fix one of the pipes in my bathroom after it started leaking.
"Great. Have a nice evening."
"You too!"
I take the elevator set aside for the penthouse apartments (there are two) and head up. When I finally turn the key in my lock, I almost sigh in relief—soon, I can relax. Or at least get some work done from the comfort of my home. However, I first have to ensure Maddie didn't screw up on her first day.
As I enter the living room, I see Maddie sitting there with Mark, one of the security guys.
"How did it go?" I ask Maddie.
"Fine. Carmen and I did just fine. But I am about to be late for a yoga class I'm teaching. Our agreement was five p.m., and you didn't bother to call and tell me you were going to be late," Maddie says with an accusatory look. I can practically see her temper overheating.
"The other nannies didn't mind," I reply calmly while studying her. I want to know if her temper is unpredictable or if she's just really a stickler for rules. Be quiet in coffee shops. Leave on time for work. Always do the right thing. And yoga. She's probably walking around telling everyone to get more enlightened even though her temper seems to get the better of her.
"Or they just didn't tell you so. Listen, I get that you might have to work late or attend events at times, but I raise my much younger brother, I study, and I teach yoga outside of work hours, so I have a full schedule. If you want me to stay later than five any day, you need to tell me."
I keep studying her. I didn't know she was raising her younger brother. That would explain a lot. She’s the responsible one. Perhaps she will be good for Carmen after all. And I have to say I enjoy the sparks coming out of her eyes when she's angry. She could light up a room. But while she looks hot, I won't tolerate her losing her temper around either Carmen or me.
"All right, but I expect the same in return. I also expect that you will treat me with some respect. If you want to yell and carry on, you can find another employer. My staff says it went well with Carmen today, so I'd like to see how things go, but don't think you can walk all over me."
"I'm not trying to walk all over you. I'm merely pointing out that I came here today with the expectation that my day ends at five. It's almost six thirty now. And on that note, have a nice evening. I have to go."
She practically runs toward the door, and I don’t know if she is just late or trying to prevent herself from saying something she’ll regret. My bet is on the latter.
I shake my head and laugh as I realize that Mark has disappeared during our conversation. Poor chap probably didn't want to get caught in the middle. He's pretty new to the job and not as much part of the family as Gina, Leo, and Erin. Erin swears he's good at what he does, though, so I'll take her word for it. Maddie, on the other hand, still needs to prove herself.
I walk into Carmen's bedroom to see if she's all right. She's fast asleep, hugging her teddy bear. I smile. This girl is worth it all, which is why I'm so pissed off at Sofia. She's never once shown any interest in her daughter, so why now? What is it she really wants?
I feel my anger boiling over just thinking about it and take a deep breath.
Then, I go to check that her baby monitor is on before heading to my bedroom. As I live upstairs, I need to be able to hear when she wakes up as she can't walk up the stairs to me. Well, she can, but she shouldn't do it unsupervised, especially not in the middle of the night, which is why there's a baby gate blocking off the staircase.
Once I get upstairs, I throw off my clothes and get into the shower. As the hot water runs over my body, I start to relax. Screw Sofia. She's not going to get custody, so I'm not going to worry about it.
As the water continues to relax me, my thoughts drift to Maddie, and I grin. She really is quite something when she's pissed off. The way she puts her hands on her hips and speaks like she’s giving a lecture at school is pretty damn hot. And it's not like she's bad to look at—her long blonde hair and blue eyes that turn frosty when she's been riled up make her look like some sort of Norse goddess.
I wonder what she looks like underneath her clothes? From what little I've seen of her body, she's fit. When she was wearing yoga pants the other day, I could tell from her ass and legs that she worked out. And a yoga teacher... well, I guess she can get into some interesting positions in bed. I smile as I think about it and realize my cock is starting to get hard.
Fuck, I shouldn't be having sex fantasies about my employee. Though, technically, she's still just doing a trial week. I could fire her, if nothing else, just to see her angry again.
But I don't want to fire her. I want to see what's underneath her clothes. I want to run my hands over her curves and feel her shiver under my touch. I want to hear her moan as I kiss her neck and slide my fingers between her legs.
