“Of course,” I say. “My lawyer will handle all of it. I just wanted to run it by you before sending the letter.”
“Can I see what you guys draft before you send it?” Clare asks.
“Sure.”
I finish up at the office, print out a hard copy of the contract my attorney has drafted, and shove it into a manila file folder. I toss it into my briefcase with a dozen other files my assistant has left for me to look over and review.
Heading out, I won’t beat Amelia home. That’s a near impossible task. She gets out at noon for kindergarten. It’s nearly five o’clock. The day breezed by, and I’m looking forward to spending tonight with Clare wrapped up in my arms.
Douglas picks me up from the office.
“Any news?” I ask.
“No sign of the loser,” Douglas says. “I’ve got a security team watching your house. How long do you think he’s going to pose a problem?”
“Not long. My attorney and I have a solid plan that will keep him away from the girls.”
Douglas nods. “I hope what you’ve got planned works. I’d never want to come up against you.”
I smile and relax in the backseat. I’m even more at ease when we head inside the front gates. I bring the briefcase with me into the house.
There’s laughter and giggles emanating from the kitchen.
August stands by the entrance to the kitchen. He comes highly recommended and worked extensively overseas with Douglas. He gives me a curt nod, his attention on the premises and ensuring my two girls are safe.
Clare and Amelia are cooking dinner together, each of them wearing an apron. It’s positively adorable.
I could get used to Clare being here, and not just as the nanny.
“Hey, you’re home!” Clare says with a smile and wide eyes. She undoes the apron and pulls it up over her head.
“You don’t have to do that on my account,” I say. My eyes rake over her body. It’s too bad she’s not still in my boxers, but she is wearing my T-shirt and her black leggings.
Everything on Clare is positively sexy. How does she do it?
We eat as a family, finish dinner, and clean up the dishes. After, Clare hangs out in the bathroom while Amelia showers and gets ready for bed. I read my baby girl a bedtime story and tuck her in, before shutting off the lights.
“It’s just the two of us,” Clare says, glancing me up and down with a wicked grin.
“August is downstairs.” I remind her that we have company. However, it isn’t like he’s a guest. He’s here on business, and everyone who works for me always signs an NDA. “Besides, I wanted you to look over the paperwork the lawyer drafted. Tell me what you honestly think.”
“You worry that I won’t be honest?”
“Never,” I say, and take her hand, leading her downstairs. I grab my briefcase and the stack of folders, taking them into the home office. I flip the lights on and drop the stack of files on top of the ones currently on my desk.
“You brought home a lot of work.”
“Not a lot, just stuff Nancy wants me to look over.”
“Nancy is…” She trails off.
“My assistant. Are you jealous?” A smile tugs at the corner of my lips.
“No.” She folds her arms across her chest, her bottom lip all pouty and sexy.
“Have you ever had sex in your office?” Clare asks, and then grimaces. “Wait, I’m not sure I want to know the answer to that.”
“Never with an employee.” I glance her up and down. Is she suggesting what I think?