Show Stopper(9)

By: Amy Brent



“You really didn’t have to pay, you know,” I said as the car came to a stop in front of my home.


“It’s really not a problem. Like I said, you can grab the next one.”


I plucked the briefcase out from underneath the seat while he carried the rest of the food inside. I leaned in and told my driver to go home and expect a nice bonus for evading the paparazzi. He kissed me lightly on my cheek before he drove off. I’d had him driving me around ever since my career first took off. He was the first person I hired onto my staff full-time, and he was the most precious old man I could’ve ever come across.


He reminded me of my grandfather, and that was probably one of the reasons I kept him around. He was warm and welcoming and never stuck his nose where it didn’t need to be, unless he felt it was absolutely imperative for my safety.


He was the one that actually convinced me to hire a bodyguard in the first place.


I watched Mr. Jeffries walk into the house, and it was the first time I’d taken a decent look at him. I followed him while he hung up his coat and took the food from his hand, watching him as he removed his tie and got comfortable in my home.


He was fucking hot. That much was for sure. I’d lucked out when the security company had sent me this sexy piece of eye candy they had. His shoulders rippled with every movement he made, and the muscles in his chest and back pulled his dress shirt taut.


If he wasn’t careful, a button would pop off and show me a bit of chest hair I’m sure he kept covered up underneath those layers of clothes.


“I’ll take this from you and get it set out on the table for us,” he said.


“I thought we were eating on the couch in our pajamas?” I asked.


“That sounds like another type of date to me,” he said, grinning.


I giggled at his joke and waited until he rounded the corner into the kitchen before I took out my purse. I pulled a couple of twenties from my wallet and shoved them into his coat pocket before I hung up my purse and shoved my wallet back into it. For some reason, it really felt like I was crossing a line with him buying lunch.


Especially with how my nipples stood at attention for him when he was taking off his coat.





Chapter 4


Thomas





“Are you ready for school today?” I asked Lacey.


“Yeah! I got my markers, and my crayons, and my notebooks, and my lunch.”


“Good girl,” I said. “Now, whenever someone talks to you, what do you say?”


“I say ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’”


“Good. Now, what’s my phone number?”


She repeated the number.


“And what’s our address?” I asked.


She rattled off her manners and our emergency information. I wanted her to be prepared to have a blast, while knowing that if something ever happened, she knew how to call me and where to go if she ever needed to get home. I decided to drive her to her first day instead of putting her on the bus, and my heart ached when she got out of her seat and went dashing for the door. She was so excited to go to school all day and be with her friends, but I was petrified she would be scared and wouldn’t enjoy it.


“You must be Mr. Jeffries,” a smiling woman said. “I’m Mrs. Tottle, Lacey’s kindergarten teacher.”


Her gray and white hair was piled up onto her head while glasses slid down her nose. She reminded me of that stereotypical grandmother you saw in all those movies, and I got a kick at how jovial she was for the school year to begin. The kids ran around her legs and got into all the things in her classroom, and she talked me through how their first day was going to go.


“Today’s just gonna be a nice introduction day. We’ll sit in a circle and introduce ourselves, and then we will all name an activity we like to do. Then, all of the kids will do that activity for a little while to help get to know their peers in their classroom.”


“That sounds fantastic, Mrs. Tottle. Thank you so much.”


“Oh, it’s not a problem,” she said. “And rest assured, if Lacey struggles in any way, I will be sure to give you a call. We have some things we try first, like taking them to another playroom for some alone time and going to the library to read to get them to settle down, but if they don’t, the parents get a call, and they can instruct us on where to go from there.”


“That makes me feel a lot better,” I said. “Thank you, Mrs. Tottle.”


My eyes drifted over to Lacey, who had already bonded with a little boy with glasses and a taller girl who walked with braces on her legs. They were playing with playdough, and she was helping the little boy make what looked like to be a pizza. They were giggling and smiling and having the best time. I decided it would be best to slip out while she was preoccupied, so I shook Mrs. Tottle’s hand one last time before I headed to my car.

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