Aaron squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. “Right, right. You’re the nanny.”
I frowned. “You didn’t know who I was?”
“Of course, I know who you are. I just…it’s been a long day and a lot of alcohol, and you’re…I’m not thinking straight.”
I blinked at him. “I quit.”
“What?” he stared at me.
“You heard me. I think it’s better if we work on finding you a better match.”
“Ben loves you.”
“Yeah, but you don’t. I don’t know what it is about me that rubs you the wrong way, but sometimes I think you can’t stand me, and I don’t think it’s a good work environment.”
“It’s not about me not liking you,” Aaron said.
A couple walked out of the bar, and Aaron took me by the arm, pulling me aside to let them pass. We were still standing right in front of the entrance to the bar.
“It’s about Ben liking you,” he added.
“Sure, but you still give me hell sometimes, and I don’t think it’s right.”
Aaron shook his head. “I won’t accept your resignation.”
“So, you’re going to force me to keep working for you!?” I cried out.
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I can just not show up at his school tomorrow,” I said.
Aaron narrowed his eyes at me. “You wouldn’t do that to him.”
Damn it, he was right. I would never do that to Ben. I couldn’t think about something I could do to spite Aaron if he wouldn’t let me go. My mind swam in alcohol, and it was hard to think straight.
“What’s your problem with me, anyway?” I demanded.
“I don’t have a problem with you.”
“You don’t like me.”
“I don’t not like you.”
“That’s a double negative,” I said.
Aaron rolled his eyes. “So, I said something wrong…sue me. You’re the most unorganized person I’ve ever met.”
“What?” I cried out. “Do I have to be perfectly organized to look after a child?”
“You didn’t even bring your documents to our interview––the one place you should bring documents to.”
I didn’t have an answer to that. I could tell him the truth, but that wouldn’t go down well.
“Well, you’re grumpy and a pain in the ass,” I said. “You're very sullen and unapproachable for someone who works with people as much as you do.”
Aaron gasped. Where were my words coming from? God, the alcohol had obliterated my filter, and I was saying things I would never say when I was sober.
“Did you just call me unapproachable?” Aaron asked. A smile played around his lips.