Page 13 of Heartless
“You would send me frequent text updates. I leave early in the morning but like to be home early enough to spend time with him in the evenings. I will do my best to give you weekends off. I know you’re young and probably want to maintain some sort of social life.”
I shrug and chuckle. I started bartending at eighteen. Seven years later, my desire to go out and party is pretty much shot.
I’ll take a boozy brunch with my bestie and a dirty book in bed by eight for a thousand, Alex.
“Not especially.”
Cade gazes out over the back yard, laughter bubbling from under the big willow tree. “Okay.”
I sit up straight. “Okay?”
He nods once, decisively.
“Is that okay like,Willa will you please come help me this summer because I would appreciate it so much?”
He rolls his eyes like I exasperate him. And I’m pretty sure I do. I might even be trying a little bit. I like the way the muscle in his jaw pops, the way his Adam’s apple bobs beneath tawny, tanned skin.
I even like the little shimmer of silver strands dusted throughout his dark hair.
Older guys. They’ve always done it for me.
Cade glances my way now, all raspy, rugged voice and resting bitch face. “I would appreciate your help this summer, Willa. But—”
I hold up a hand. “No buts. That was very polite. Excellent work. I’ll be back tomorrow and can start then. The way I understand it, you need someone right away, yes?” I push to stand, knowing I shouldn’t overstay my welcome or let him get too many demands in.
I can already tell he’sthattype of man. Exacting. Specific. Knows what he wants and expects you to deliver.
“Yes,” he bites out, eyes perusing my body critically.
I give him a cheery thumbs up, not sure what to make of him. Not sure it matters since I’ll spend most of my time with his son anyway. “See you tomorrow, then. I’ll get your number from Summer and let you know where I’m at.” I turn to leave, mentally running through all the things I need to do to get ready. For some people, uprooting their life at the drop of a hat would be stressful. They’d need lists and plans.
But not me. I’ve always flown by the seat of my pants. No idea where I’m going, just kind of...along for the ride. Life is more exciting this way anyhow. Jobs, men, material shit, none of it seems permanent for me yet.
My dad says I’m unsettled. My mom says I just haven’t found a place I want to settle down yet. And I think she’s right. Plus, the pressure of succeeding the way everyone else in my family has is downright crippling.
Undecided seems easier than failing.
Right when I get to the back door I hear, “Willa.” Cade says my name like it’s a demand. “You need to wear proper undergarments while you’re at work. You can’t be dropping them out of your purse around a child.”
I swear my feet grow roots and my jaw drops.The fucking nerve.
If I didn’t actually kind of want this gig, I’d march over there and lay into him for being an overstepping, presumptuous prick.
Undergarments. What year even is this? And why would they traumatize a kid?
He might technically be my employer for the next couple months, but I’m the one doing him a favor. I don’t need the income; I just need a purpose. So I opt to do what will piss him off even him even more.
I rise above.
Well, sort of.
I plaster on the sweetest smile I can muster and turn to look back over my shoulder. “I’ll be ready for your inspection tomorrow, boss.”
Then I wink and saunter away, feeling the weight of his gaze on my body and knowing he’s probably wondering if I’m wearing anyundergarmentsright now.
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