AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Don’t say a mistake.Pleasedon’t say it was a mistake.
“It happened, all right?” He dropped his hands, defeated. “I know. I’m sorry, but I’m desperate. I’ve got the board of directors breathing down my neck, these kids are going to kill me, Penny is going feral... I think I need help.”
“Why me?”
His jaw clenched. “Fuck if I know. Why not you?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. I was pretty sure he was dodging my question, but a sick part of me wanted to peel back his layers and get a glimpse of the man hiding underneath.
I may be punctual, a damn good actress, and amazing at poker, but I really was aterribleserver. Like so, so bad.
Wyatt pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in defeat. “I don’t know why, but I think I trust you. And I do need you.”
His unfiltered desperation did me in. “Fine. I want two hundred and fifty dollars a week.”
“You don’t even know what the job is.”
“Five hundred.” I raised my chin, hoping he wouldn’t call my bluff.
“A thousand. All I need is for you to handle my calendar, hang out with Penny if I can’t find someone to be with her, and check in with the guys to make sure they’re not going off the rails. Can you do that?”
One thousand dollars a week? For that kind of cash I’d throw in laundry, cooking, and a blow job.
I swallowed hard at the thought of Wyatt and his big dick. I’d felt it plain as day when I was rubbing up against him while he devoured me in the kitchen. I felt hot all over, and it definitely wasn’t the June sun.
Damn it.
I thrust a hand in his direction. “Deal.”
14
WYATT
“The board feelsyou pulling away. They’re getting nervous, so they want to sweeten the deal. They’re willing to hire an assistant for you. Someone to manage your calendar, the responsibilities with the players, your child.” I could feel my neck on the chopping block as the athletic director spoke to me like I was an inconvenience. I ground my teeth to keep quiet.
The fact that Penny was last on that list of priorities showed me how much less the board cared about me as a human than as a successful coach. They were looking to solve the problem. Namely,me.
Whitman continued. “There are several administrative assistants that have open hours during the summer,” he rambled on. “We will assign one to you—”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“You need a personal assistant so you can handle your obligations.”
“I’m aware. I spoke with a few members of the board yesterday and got approval to hire my own assistant. It’s taken care of.”
Slightly miffed at my dismissal but pacified, Whitman ended the call, and I pressed my fingertips into my eye sockets. In a moment of utter panic, I’d hired Lark to be my assistant.
I’d nearly laughed in her face when she’d suggested such a low salary for herself. The board would cover a few hundred a week, and I was more than happy to throw in the rest if it meant this problem would go away.
She was the last person I needed complicating my life, but when I saw her sweet face next to Bootsy, staring out of the bakery window with a look of pure amusement, I just did it.
Plus, hiring Lark as my employee meant I definitely couldn’t fuck her. That was a good thing.
Isn’t it?
A gentle knock at the door had me straightening. It had to be Lark.
Game time.
