Page 12 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“Thanks.”
The biker makes an affirmative sound before going back to his work. He was a little brusque, but nice enough. I guess that’s just the tough man demeanor.
I enter through the back and go into a no-frills hallway with fluorescent lighting and cement floors. I make that left the guy told me to, and pass the first door to find myself at the second. Nerves are coursing through me. I know I only have one chance to get this right.
“You can do this, you can do this,” I whisper to myself. It’s for my nieces, so Ihaveto do this.
I grab the doorknob and push the door open.
“Hi, I’m looking for Nash?”
There’s a guy sitting at a desk, and he looks up when I enter. Blue eyes flash, and that huge bulk is unmistakable. I can’t breathe. There’s no oxygen in the small space, but then I force myself to inhale deeply.
It’s my hook-up from last night!
But that’s not possible! How is this possible?
My brain is malfunctioning as I look at him. Oh no, I’m screwed. Nash is going to think my family is just a bunch of hot messes. I mean, the way I acted last night with the wanton cooing and spread legs? He won’t take me seriously.
Why is this horrific situation happening to me? Is this really my life?
“Nellie?” Nash growls. The sound of my name frightens me enough to let go of the door, and it slams shut behind me. My heart is racing, and I count backwards from one hundred to calm it down. Maybe there’s still a chance I can save this whole thing. It’s not like I did anythingtoohorrible last night. I’m sure Nash is a reasonable guy. He was nice enough last night.
I just need to move forward with my initial plan and tell him Brian deserves another chance.
This is for Mackenzie and Madison.
Don’t forget that Nellie.
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Nash
I’m going through paperwork, trying to see the damage that that idiot I let go did. I can’t believe Brian managed to fuck us over this much. He seemed like such a great mechanic when I hired him.
Who could have known?
Honestly, I should have done this yesterday, when I actually fired him. I was just way too fucking mad. I mean, that nutball really screwed us over with all that bullshit he pulled.
Plus, it had been a long ass day. I wasn’t about to give myself more shit to do. That’s not really an attitude a boss should have, but even I have my off days.
But putting it off until Saturday hasn’t made it any less frustrating. Now it’s just more on my plate this morning. I already had a lot planned for today, so I’ve only screwed myself over.
Waking up alone didn’t help my mood either. I can’t believe Nellie just snuck away. WTF? No note or goodbye or anything. She’s the first woman I let spend the entire night in my bed, and I thought girlslikedall that mushy stuff.
Did I make some kind of mistake? From the way that she was screaming last night, I would think no.
What is even more annoying is the fact that I’m so miffed by her disappearance. After all, if I were Nellie, I probably would have done the same thing. I’m known for avoiding all levels of confrontation when it comes to women. It just makes it easier for everyone involved. I don’t care what they do afterwards as long as they stay out of my face.
But that’s what I’d do if I didn’t want to see the person ever again. By contrast, IwantNellie in my face. I want heronmy face.
She didn’t leave her number or her last name, so there’s no easy way to get into contact with her. And I want to see her again. The sex was too amazing to just let her walk away.
I guess I could see if Colt got her friend’s info. And then I could get Nellie’s number from that girl, right?
It sounds pathetic, like I’m a junior high schooler. Am I really about to put in extra work to find this woman? I’ve never worked so hard for someone. Is that all about to change?
Either way, I don’t have the time to think about all of this. I have to get to work, and that’s what I do. I’ve been holed up in my office since arriving, getting through all the stuff I didn’t finish yesterday.
