Page 6 of Daddy's Little Worker
“Sorry, it’s instinct to offer my hand to a Little.” Noah dropped his hand.
Frankie felt bad immediately as she looked at his hand, longing to have the confidence to reach for it and hold it. Had she hurt his feelings? Was he going to hold a grudge towards her and not give her the job because of it?
“Frankie, look at me,” Noah commanded. “Good girl.”
Her whole face went red. Frankie liked being called a good girl a little too much. She wanted him to call her that all the time, especially when his voice went deeper. Perfection right there, and she wanted it again.
“No, don’t look away. I didn’t give you permission. I want you to listen to me right now. Can you do that?” he asked.
She nodded, staring at him.
“Words, Frankie. I like words spoken, so there are no miscommunications. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, sir,” She whispered. “Uh, yes, Mr. Noah.”
What was she supposed to call him in this situation? She didn’t know what was acceptable and what wasn’t. Should she call him Sir or was that an honorific? to him and he didn’t consent to it? Does he not want to be called Mr. Noah because it reminds him of his father and he doesn’t want that?
There were so many unspoken rules in the world, and Frankie couldn’t keep up with them, nor did she want to. It was exhausting trying to think of all of them. If she didn’t have to do it, she wouldn’t, but how else was she going to learn?
“You are not in trouble for not taking my hand. It’s not going to change my view on whether you are going to get the job or not. I often forget that some people aren’t fond of touching other people or strangers. I apologize for assuming you were going to grab my hand,” Noah gently said, bending down in front of her so they were eye to eye. “If I ever say anything, I don’t want you to think that it is a must. I do it because that is what I did with my other Little and it has become a habit.”
He has a Little. Frankie didn’t know how to feel about that. What was she supposed to say?
“Even though it’s been ten years since I’ve had a Little, I work here. I help other Littles who don’t have a caregiver and need aftercare or a hug,” Noah went on.
Frankie blinked several times, trying to keep her face neutral. She should not be happy that he had no Little. She should feel sorry for him, but inside, she was happy. Maybe if she didn’t get this job, she could date him. But why would he want to date her? She didn’t have a job, and her medical bills were piling up.
“Enough about me. We are almost to my office.” Noah smiled.
Frankie followed him the rest of the way, allowing him to open the door and let her in first.
“Take a seat anywhere, and then we can start.”
She scanned the room, trying to find the best seat that would hide her shakiness if she had to. Her eyes narrowed in on the chair in front of his desk. Perfect. If he sat behind his desk, it wouldn’t give him a clear shot of anything, really.
Frankie sat down and watched him take the chair behind his desk.
He smiled. “Let’s start. Why do you want this job?”
CHAPTER 3
FRANKIE
Frankie knew he was going to ask that question, yet she wasn’t prepared at all to answer. She wanted this job because she needed the money for her medication. It helped with her tremors, and she was about to run out. That was the real reason for needing the job. That and she needed rent money and food.
“Frankie?” Noah called out her name. “Are you all right?”
“Sorry!” she raised her voice and flinched. “I was just thinking. Umm, well, to be honest, I need the money for rent and food.” She spoke in a quieter tone this time and left out her needing it for money.
Noah would definitely ask her what was wrong if she said she needed it for medication. She wasn’t going to do that when they could fire her. Well, she wouldn’t get fired since she didn’t have the job.
“And?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. “Just rent and food?”
Did he know about her real reason? How could he when she hadn’t said anything?
“And other expenses.” She smiled. “I have some allergies, so I need medicine for that. Check-ups at the doctor’s, which cost money.”
Doctor’s appointments cost too much money. She needed to go more than she could, but she didn’t want to be in even more debt than she already was. Any more, and she would still be paying after she died.
