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ChapterSeven
DAISY
My boss was in my house. My hot as fuck, older boss.My best friend’s dad. He yelled at me for having broken locks and he questioned the safety of the neighborhood I live in.
I should be mad. But instead, it was comforting. Having someone care and ask about my surroundings felt good. It didn’t feel intrusive. I’m independent, but being used to doing everything on my own is new. I’ve wanted to, believe me, but my parents were…clingy, controlling … let’s settle onoverly paternal.They meant well, but kids need a chance to try and fail on their own.
Or try and succeed.
Hence the reason I bought this home. I knew it needed work. A lot of work. But it brings me happiness to see something come together by my own hands.
I’d like for Chief and I to come together by our own hands.
When he pulled up next to me on the sidewalk, the flare of anger in his voice turned me on. No, I don’t have daddy issues and I definitely don’t want to be yelled at, but the concern is what got through to me. Riding in the truck with him felt like being home. I felt protected and like nothing would cause me harm as long as this man was standing next to me.
And then he called me Red.
Swoon.
When that pet name slipped out and he didn’t bat an eye, I knew I was getting through to him.
Is it criminal to seduce your boss?
Only if your intentions are wrong.
And mine are so right.
ChapterEight
VINCENT
“Dad, I’m here! And I’m hungry!”
I hear my daughter yell from the front door and I chuckle. She was never quiet. And always hungry. So I knew to order in takeout and have it ready when she got here.
“I’m out back. Come on through!”
Hearing her step through the back slider and onto the deck, I say, “Hey, baby. Hope you’re-” I pull up short when I see she’s not alone.
“Daisy.”
“Hey, boss.” She saunters through the door like she lives here.
“Hope you don’t mind, Dad. I was passing the station and saw Daisy leaving and invited her over. I knew you’d have enough food.” Her eyes go wide at the Italian spread I have laid out on the table. “You always do.” She heads straight for the table, picking up a fork and stabbing some mozzarella balls and olives.
I snap out of my trance, realizing Daisy is in my house. I wave her over, pushing aside the feeling that she belongs here. At least my doors have locks.
It’s been almost a week since I was at her house. Cash didn’t ask why I sent him to get her. It never crossed his mind that my intentions were anything other than pure. She works at the station, thus being part of the family, and she needed a hand. No harm, no foul. It’s what we’d do for anyone.
But I slept easier knowing she wasn’t walking alone and that no one could get into her house uninvited.
And isn’t that some shit? I haven’t slept well in years. It's concerning that my mind is eased by knowing Daisy made it home safely. I shouldn’t be this invested in an employee.
Especially a younger, beautiful employee.
“No, of course I don’t mind. Please. Sit. Eat.” I swallow down my thirst for her as she passes by me and her flowery perfume drifts behind her, intoxicating me. “I’ll grab another glass. Daisy, do you drink wine?”
Fuck. Should I be offering her alcohol?
