Page 21 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
Nash throws his head back and laughs. Why is he always doing that, laughing? I never say anything particularly funny, but he manages to get himself a good chuckle.
“What is it?” I ask, adjusting myself in my seat. I’m uncomfortable and confused.
“I don’t need you to do any of that. I already have a CPA.”
I stare at him.
“Okay, then why am I here?”
He smiles at me, that smile he gave me that night in the hot tub.
“You had fun the other night, right?”
“I don’t think we should talk about that,” I comment, shaking my head. I was hoping Nash would ignore the whole thing since he’s now technically my boss, but I was dead wrong. “If we’re going to be working together, we have to keep things professional,” I say.
He grins.
“Well,Ithink we should talk about it, and you’re going to answer me. You had fun,” Nash states. He’s the type of guy who gets his way, I can tell. I won’t be able to avoid his questions.
“I did,” I whisper, nodding.
“Would you want to do it again?”
“Nash, I –”
He holds up a finger, effectively shutting me up.
“It’s a three-month position, though I’m hoping to get you in all kinds of positions,” his eyes quickly scan my body before returning to look at me. “The basic job is that you’d be my plaything. Clearly, we get along, Nellie. You have to admit there’s a sexual magnetism between us. I’m sure this arrangement could be beneficial to the both of us.”
I stare because I have no idea what he’s saying. I’ve never heard of anything like this.
“Plaything? What’s a plaything?” I sputter.
He shrugs.
“You’d live with me, make life comfortable for me, walk around in lingerie 24/7, and be available whenever I want. You know, a plaything.”
What? Is he talking about a sexual relationship, where I’m some kind of Playboy Bunny on call? I don’t know what to think. I know a guy like Nash could get any girl he wanted, and yet, he wants to pay me to be his sex toy? What man does this?
I take a deep breath and look him straight in the eye.
“That’s out of the question. I didn’t quit my job for this. You never mentioned that you expected sex out of this whole thing. I’m supposed to be an accountant!”
He shrugs.
“I asked if you had any questions. You got up and left.”
I sputter indignantly.
“That’s not fair! How could I have known that this is what you meant? I’m not going to do this. You can’t expect me to.”
Nash cocks his head like he’s unconvinced.
“If you agree, I’ll pay you one hundred thousand dollars for your time. I’m sure you and your brother and his family could survive a few more firings with that in your savings,” he says in a wry tone.
I’m speechless. He’s going to give me that much money for three months? Is he insane?
“I have a B.S. in Accounting from Fresno State,” I state firmly. “My training doesn’t prepare me for this job.” It comes out almost robotic like it’s an automatic answer. I don’t know why I said that, but I don’t know what to say either.
