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"What do you want to do about the job thing?"
I cross my arms over my chest. "I'm not working for Dad."
"Then what is the best option for Briannaandyou?" she implores. "What job is going to give you what you need to take care of her?"
I gnaw on the inside of my cheek. The best job for Brianna is one with benefits and decent pay. There's only one person who's offered me that on this mountain.
"I have somewhere I need to be," I tell Aunt Jenny.
"Drive safe," she winks at me.
I get in the car and lay my forehead on the steering wheel.
I'm doing this for Brianna.
I'm doing this for Brianna.
I'm doing this for Brianna.
Maybe I'm doing it a little for me, too.
Chapter 5
"Ground rules," I cross my ankles as I sit across from the first boy—man—I ever loved. "There have to be ground rules."
Brady leans back in his chair, trying to hide a smirk. The dark, dank, dingy office he works out of at the Glorious Pig needs a facelift. The whole building needs a facelift.
"What are your ground rules?" he exhales, his golden eyes bright and warm beneath the blue-tinged glow from the flickering light above us.
"No flirting," I raise my eyebrows.
"You're the one who told me you hoped I jerked off to thoughts of you," Brady smirks.
My cheeks heat. "That was before I decided to work for you."
"Anything else?"
"No contact outside of work," I clear my throat. "I moved back here to focus on my daughter and building a good life for us. I don't need any distractions when I'm off the clock."
"What if there's an emergency?"
God, he's such a smartass.
"If it's work-related, then you can call me," I purse my lips. "Non-work-related calls are off limits."
"I can live with that," he steeples his fingers as his elbows dig into the armrests of his shoddy office chair.
"And no mentioning the past.Ever," I add. "I want to keep this strictly professional."
Brady chuckles as he stands and walks around his desk. "Good."
"Now, what's the pay?" I ask.
He sits on the edge of his desk less than a foot away from me, and I force myself to keep my eyes on his face and not his...well,package. I can't help it. His legs are spread just enough that if I wanted to, I could sneak a quick glance at his—NO.
"$65,000 a year," he states. "Health benefits for both you and Brianna, we'll match 401k contributions up to 7%, and you get a work vehicle. I'll have my accountant send over a company credit card. You can buy gas and meals during work hours with it. Save all your receipts."
I swallow hard. "That's too much."
