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“So, how would this go? If I say yes.”
“Well, I’d love for you to start as soon as you can,” he tells me. “Maybe you could come by this Saturday? I could introduce you to Sophie and show you the house. Where you’d be staying and all that... If you take the job, that is.”
I’d be silly not to, right? I mean, when is anything else this good going to come along? Sure, it’s daunting, the idea of being directly responsible for someone’s kid, not to mention living in their house... especiallythisguy’s house... Still. I don’t think it’s an offer I can actually afford to refuse in my position.
“Okay.”
I nod down at the table as I come to a decision, meeting Aiden’s eyes and once again sticking out my hand across the space in a thoughtless way that I immediately regret.
Seriously, why do I keep doing that?
Thankfully, Aiden sighs with relief, taking my hand again and enveloping it in his much larger one. “So you want the job?”
“As long as you want me,” I say with what I hope is confidence.
I try not to think about the way his eyes widen with my weird phrasing; it won’t do to regret my nervous word vomit now. Thank God he’s so desperate.
And I’m definitely not thinking about how his hand swallows mine.
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CHAPTER 2
Cassie
By the time Saturday rolls around, Aiden and I have already hammered out my schedule and the specifics of my salary. In that time, I’ve been able to convince myself that this is going to be a great gig, even if only to ease the nerves of living under a hot guy’s roof and hoping his kid doesn’t hate me. As sure as I am about my new career path, however, Wanda is not so convinced. The entire time I have spent finishing up bagging my clothes on the morning I’m supposed to head to Aiden’s (an easy task, given that there is so little I’ve collected over the years that I’ve deemed worth saving outside of the essentials), Wanda has taken it upon herself to interview me aboutmyinterview, grilling me for every detail about the mysterious man I’ll be living with allwilly-nilly. (Her words, not mine.)
“What if he doesn’t even have a daughter?”
I roll my eyes. “He has a daughter.”
“It could all be some elaborate scheme to lure you to his house so he can lock you in his basement.”
“He lives in a town house,” I tell her. “I don’t even think they have basements.”
I’m notentirelysure about that, seeing as I’ve never been in one, but Wanda doesn’t have to know that.
“We need to think of some sort of code word.”
I pause from shoving socks into my overnight bag. “Code word?”
“Right.” Wanda nods thoughtfully from my couch/bed (all hail the futon). “In case he won’t let you speak freely.”
“How many Lifetime movies have you been watching?”
“You won’t think it’s very funny when he’s feeding you baby food and making you play dress-up.”
I laugh at that. “You know that’s actually a kink, right?”
“You’re kidding.”
Her shocked expression makes me laugh harder. “People pay good money to feed cute girls baby food and play dress-up.”
