“You’re not going to lose your job, sweetie. If the both of you are concerned with that then obviously there is something more there. Besides, who better to be a mother figure to Gina than you?”
“I don’t know…” I trailed off.
“Have you spoken to him directly about this? Maybe it was only awkward because you were the one to leave the other night?”
“Maybe,” I said, thinking about it. “Gina said he was in a good mood yesterday.”
“Well, duh. That should help you from feeling weird about it. He liked it, and there was no awkwardness for him. That’s all on you.”
I turned around and watched Gina dance around and make the animal noises. I couldn’t help but smile. I’d have to think more about this whole situation. I knew Sierra wanted to see me happy, but I had to make sure that my happy was the same as Gina’s and Noah’s. Somehow at that moment, I doubted it. If I pushed it too far, then it would be my fault. It was best to leave it alone for the time being.
Chapter Fifteen
Noah
On the way out of the building on Friday afternoon, I stopped into Marcel Jordan’s office. He was closest to the elevators. He had only been with us for about a year but had quickly climbed the ranks in the sales department.
I knocked on the door even though it was open. Marcel’s chair swiveled around, and he stood up when he saw me.
“Noah,” he said, crossing the room to give me a handshake. “What do I owe the pleasure?” Marcel was shorter than me, but his handshake was strong.
“Allison told me you had a meeting with the Mansfield Nursing Home group this morning. I wanted to see how that went.”
Marcel cracked a wide grin. “I nailed it.”
“That’s fantastic,” I said. Mansfield was a tough account since they relied on the resident’s monthly payments to determine their budgets. But Marcel came through for us as I knew he would when I gave him that account. The others on the sales team were apprehensive about the new guy handling such a big account, but I had the final say. And challenging Marcel would benefit him by showing his worth to everyone else. It was great news for the company and a big account since they owned several properties in the area.
“I know,” he said, shaking his head. “I can’t thank you enough for assigning me the job. It was hard work, but I think we can help them out with pricing and getting them the best supplies for the residents.”
“Let me know if there is anything I can do,” I said. “My door is always open.”
“Thank you, sir,” Marcel said.
“Have a nice weekend.” I turned to the door and headed out. I had a little pep in my step since I knew I would see my two favorite girls in a short time.
On the ride home, I thought about Jess. As I did every day this week on my ride into and out of work. Seeing her every morning and afternoon since Saturday night gave me the opportunity to feel her out about that night. I buried Brandon’s advice deep down in my brain. Neither Jess nor I were the one-night-stand type of people. We both knew what we did that night, and the only thing I wanted to know was when we would do it again.
I couldn’t rush into it again. I wanted to approach her slower this time. Show her I wanted her in my life as so much more than just Gina’s nanny. And that would take time. The longer it took, the sweeter the reward. And there would be less of a chance of her leaving me right after if we agreed that everything would remain the same with our relationship.
My cock was semi-hard by the time I got home. I wish Jess knew how much she turned me on, both physically and mentally. She was the perfect package, and now I needed to convince her of that. And the next opportunity I had to show her, I was never letting her go.
I cooled down before I went inside. Jess and Gina were in the family room. It looked as if a fabric store had exploded inside of my house.
Jess leaned over her piece of fabric while she hand-stitched one side while Gina sat cross-legged next to her.
I propped myself against the door frame to watch them for a moment. I’d never seen Gina so still in my life. She sucked on her lower lip while Jess moved the needle and thread through the fabric. Her stitches were precise and small enough that I couldn’t see the marks even from the short distance.
A few moments later, I cleared my throat. Jess didn’t move, but Gina jumped up.
Her shock turned to glee as she ran over to me. “You scared me, Daddy.”
Jess glanced over her shoulder, smiling at Gina. She turned back to her work without a look at me.
I hoped it was her concentrating and not ignoring me.
“Come see,” Gina said.
I sat between the girls. “What are you working on?”