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Noah held his hand out as he got closer to her, and she grabbed it. A feeling of rightfulness washed over him as they walked to his office. She felt right. There was something about her that fit perfectly with him.
“You aren’t going to be in trouble,” Noah said as they got closer. “Dominic explained that you told him, that he suggested you come in early after some time of you going back and forth about what to do.”
Her shoulder slumped. Was she really that worried about it?
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I didn’t want to get in trouble with you, disappoint you, but I also didn’t want him to have to wait a long time for me.”
Noah helped her sit on the couch before kneeling in front of her. “I’m sorry I put you in that predicament. I thought I had texted Dominic, but I hadn’t. It falls all on me.”
She shook her head. “It’s okay. You didn’t know. I thought about texting you, but I didn’t want to interrupt something if you were in the middle of a meeting.”
He cupped her face. “Frankie, I don’t want you to feel any guilt over this. You did what you thought was right in a situation I put you in. You did good.”
She sucked in a breath.
“And you can message me any time, even if it interrupts something. I will stop whatever I am doing to make sure you are okay,” Noah whispered. “No matter the time of day or night, you message or call me whenever you need to. Or even want to. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl.”
CHAPTER 13
FRANKIE
Aweek had passed since Frankie had started her job, and everything was going relatively well. She hadn’t broken anything or caused a ruckus, but her sleep had gotten worse. Things around her apartment building weren’t getting any better.
Noah still hadn’t gotten out to her apartment to put in the new lock or the cameras. She was thankful, but at the same time, she wanted him to put those things in so she felt a little more safe. Not that they would do much. If someone wanted to get into her apartment, they would.
“Come on, Little bit,” Noah called out.
Jealousy coursed through her body. Whoever he was talking to was a lucky girl. She wanted to be called Little bit by him. She wanted to be in a relationship with him, but he was her boss, so nothing could happen.
Frankie continued to put her clothes into her bag, not daring to look up to see who Noah was talking to. She didn’t want to do anything she’d regret if she saw who he was talking to. Was it another worker, or was it someone she didn’t know? Probably someone she didn’t know.
“Little bit?” he called out again.
Frankie closed her eyes and took several deep breaths in, trying not to let her emotions get the best of her. She needed to remain calm and then get out of here as fast as she could. Noah had been nothing but kind to her, which made it hard for her not to grow some type of feelings toward him.
But it was for the best. He didn’t know about her having Essential Tremors, and she didn’t want him to find out and act differently around her. Would he fire her when he found out? She wasn’t going to take that chance.
“Why aren’t you answering me, Little bit?” Noah asked. “Do you not like the name?”
Tears pooled in her eyes, and she blinked several times, stuffing the last shirt in her bag before she closed it. She needed to get out of there now or she was going to break down in front of everyone. What would they think of her then?
“Frankie?” Noah seemed to be closer than before.
Taking a deep breath, she wiped under her eyes before turning around, plastering a smile on her face. “Yes?”
“Why weren’t you answering me?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. “I called out to you several times.”
Frankie’s mouth fell open. He had been talking to her? He had been calling her Little bit the entire time?
“Were you crying?” Noah took a step closer to her. “What’s wrong, peaches? Tell me, and I’ll make it all better.”
“Peaches?” she whispered.
He smiled. “Since you didn’t answer to Little bit, I figured I’d come up with a nickname you liked. I’ll try several, you let me know your favorite.”
