Page 3 of Taming Scarlet

Meaning that if I chose to do this, I would be committing to a year, at least, of nonstop work. Never getting time off. No way to get some space.

That was a big ask.

Though, yeah, the salary make a lot more sense.

Could I do that?

Lose a year of my life for a fat paycheck at the end?

I thought I just might be able to do that.

“All expenses are included, of course. You will have no expenses while in this position.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding. “What about time off?”

“You may choose one day a week, so long as it is not a weekend.”

That was an odd request.

But maybe he liked to go out on weekends, and wanted a man around to keep his little girl safe.

It didn’t matter.

It wasn’t like I had anywhere to be on the weekends myself.

“Will there be other hired help around?” I asked, thinking maybe the kid would have a nanny or something, and just me as an extra set of eyes.

“A driver, of course,” Marcus said. “Twice weekly cleaning staff. And the occasional in-home massage or facial.”

In-home massage and facial?

For a child?

The lifestyles of the rich and famous, I guess.

“You will, of course, have your own room and private bath. But the common areas will be shared.”

“Will your wife be around?” I asked, not thrilled at the idea of having no one else around to take care of the kid. I was no au pair.

“My wife passed many years ago,” Marcus said, eyes going sad in a blink.

“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling like I’d ripped open a wound. “What are your hours then, sir?” I asked.

“My hours?”

“When will you be at work and at home?”

“I can’t imagine why that would be relevant.”

Christ.

Was he dense or just that detached from his daughter’s care? No wonder she was such a handful.

“It would be good to know when you would and wouldn’t be around.”

To that, Marcus’s brows pinched.

“Around? No. No. My daughter has her own condo, Mr. Flynn.”

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