Page 20 of Rude Boss' Secret Baby
I blinked. “Yeah. I’d say since he owns and operates the business that just hired me. I’d say he’s kind of busy.”
She clapped her hands. “You might just make it out of this life alive and in one piece.”
I furrowed my brow. “I’m not following.”
“Girl, are you crazy? Did you like spending time with him?”
I saw where she was going with it. “No.”
She sighed. “Come on, Leslie. Live a little with your life.”
I stood to my feet and pointed at her. “I’m not pursuing my fucking boss simply because he’s a good lay.”
She shot to her feet. “But, those are the best guys to pursue! Come on, Leslie. Have a little fun.”
I charged through the front door of my home. “I’ve had enough fun in my life. Fun is how I got Aurora. I’m good in terms of fun.”
She huffed. “You’re no fun anymore.”
I murmured to myself. “Kids will do that to you.”
“You know what you need?” she asked as she followed me inside.
I lowered my voice since Aurora was napping. “A nice glass of wine in the shape of an entire bottle?”
She snickered as she closed the front door. “No, stupid. You need Guadalupe.”
I reached for a regular glass. “Am I supposed to know this person?”
Suri stood behind me as I poured the wine. “She’s a wonderful friend I made right after I graduated from college. She gave me this job at a spa she owns, and she sort of helped guide me through life until I nailed the teaching job I have now. I think you could do with a bit of Guadalupe in your life.”
I shrugged. “As long as I can have my wine. Want some?”
“Are you using a coffee tumbler to drink it?”
I peered over my shoulder. “Wine, or no?”
She shook her head. “Nah, I’m good.”
I turned back to my glass. “More for me, then.”
Suri got on the phone with whoever the hell this person was, and I flopped onto the couch with my glass. The rest of the day sort of passed in a blur, with Aurora curled up against me watching cartoons on a re-run on Hulu. I kissed the top of her head every so often, and she’d burrow next to me, reminding me exactly why I was about to endure this professional hell. But eventually, a soft knock came at my door, and I thought Suri was going to lose her head.
“It’s her! She’s here! Guadalupe, I’m coming!”
I scoffed. “Not like she’s Michael Jackson.”
Suri popped her head around the corner. “I heard that. You sit right there; she’ll come to you.”
I held up my glass that was almost drained of wine. “Sure thing.”
Aurora looked up at me. “Mommy, who’s here?”
I peered down at my curious daughter. “Someone that means a lot to Auntie Suri, so you be nice, okay?”
She nodded. “Can I keep watching TV?”
I kissed her forehead. “Of course, you can. I’ll even watch it with you; how’s that sound?”
