Page 14 of Daddy's Little Worker
CHAPTER 6
FRANKIE
Noah’s eyes widened as he looked at her. She knew what she’d said wasn’t good. She survived it and looked back on it with so much regret. If she could go back, she would never have gotten with him. Even though she’d learned a lot, it had caused too much stress in her life and made her go down this spiral that she was still trying to get out of.
“Frankie.” Noah’s voice was gentle.
She raised her hand, stopping him. “I know. I’m not with him anymore, and I haven’t been for a while. I ended it soon after I realized how stressed I was. How much weight I had lost and how little sleep I was getting.”
She was still trying to put all that weight back on and get her sleep to improve, but after she’d broken up with him, she was in a funk. Nothing was the same, and she couldn’t work for several months. That was the start of her downfall and she was still recovering from it.
“Oh, Little one.” His voice was so soft as he spoke.
Noah got up from his chair, walked around and knelt once again in front of her, grabbing her hands in his. “You’re shaking.” He held on tighter.
“I’m okay,” she whispered.
Her hands always shook, but he didn’t know that. He just thought she was getting worked up over the memories, but she wasn’t… not fully.
“If anything like that happens again, you come immediately to me. I don’t care if it’s twenty years from now. If something like that happens again, you come to me. I will take care of it.” Noah looked deep into her soul as he said those words. “You are too precious for those things to happen. It breaks my heart, knowing you had to go through that.”
She shrugged. “I had a friend warn me about him, but I didn’t pay any attention.”
She’d gotten with Lark a year after she got diagnosed with Essential Tremor. When she was still learning everything, specifically what her triggers were and what helped to get better. During that time, she’d learned a lot about what made them more prominent. The number of times she had to go to the doctors to get checked up was extreme.
Her poor bank account.
“That doesn’t mean you deserved it.” Noah squeezed her hands. “It never means you deserved it. Everyone makes mistakes. That’s part of life, but you did not deserve that. I don’t want you to think that you did because you didn’t listen to your friend.”
Tears pricked her eyes, and she took a deep breath, blinking several times. She could not cry right now. Not until she was back home in her apartment, where no one could see her and she could hug Lita.
“It’s okay to cry,” he whispered.
She shook her head, looking up at the ceiling, blinking several more times before looking back down at Noah. “I’m okay.”
“Baby.” His voice was so caring and concerned at the same time.
“I promise. I’m okay. I just haven’t had someone be that nice to me in a while.” She trailed off. “And I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry. Thank you again for this job opportunity. I’m really excited about it. I promise I won’t be late tomorrow.”
“Well, things are going to change. Everyone is kind here so you’ll get what you need.” He kissed the top of her hands. “You won’t be late because someone will be picking you up. They’ll come to your apartment twenty minutes before your shift starts. You will take the ride to and from work. If I find out you didn’t and you say yes to being punished, I will spank you.”
Her bottom clenched at the thought of being over his lap. She did not need to think about that. No matter how much she wanted to see what it was like to be getting spanked by him.
“Sadly, I can’t take you home right now, but Dominic will.” Noah stood, still holding onto her hands. “Come on. I’ll put these nuggies in a container so you can take them home.”
“You don’t need to do that,” she rushed to say. “Someone else can eat them here if they need them. Or if you want them, you can have them.”
“They are yours, and you will take them home.” He gave her a pointed look.
Nodding, she rose out of the chair, still holding onto his hand as he picked up her plate and started to walk out of his office. It was glorious to have Noah take her hand. The warmth, them being bigger, and just the feel of it, like they were meant to fit together.
Everything with Noah felt right.
“You can wear clothes that are comfortable for work. We don’t have a strict dress code. Just nothing too revealing,” Noah said as they walked down the hallway. “We’re going to stop by the kitchen real quick.”
Noah was walking slower this time, and Frankie was happy. She knew she wouldn’t be able to keep up with him if he kept his pace from before. It was way too fast for small legs.
“Trent, can you put these in a container for Frankie here?” Noah asked, handing a plate to a man in a white chef’s coat.
