Page 8 of Dad's Best Friend Boss
Mila frowns when we sit down at a table with our food. “That’s all you’ll have?”
“Yes,” I nod. “I ate a large breakfast.”
She shrugs. “You can have some fries if you wish.”
“No thanks.”
We eat in silence. Mila is ravenous as she gobbles down her cheeseburger, moaning as she swallows. The sound makes my cock twitch, and I have to tear my eyes away from her when she licks the creamy juice from her lips. “It’s delicious,” she says, teasing me. “I love burgers so much more than steaks.”
Holy shit. I chuckle. She looks more relaxed than she’s been in the whole week. It must be the magic of food. It doesn’t take me long to finish the hamburger, but Mila is taking her time to enjoy the meal. I suddenly recall the days when Mila was little. I’ve taken her to McDonald’s quite often. Geez. How could I have forgotten it? Hidden memory suddenly surfaces in my mind. I see the little girl with clear hazel eyes smiling up at me at the PlayPlace. I hear her squeal and laughter. Mila was the reason I had considered starting a family of my own and even dated seriously for a few years. But I wasn’t as lucky as John and have never met the right woman.
“What’re you smiling at?” Mila asks between bites.
“Oh, nothing,” I say. “I just love seeing your appetite.”
“Are you sure you don’t want any fries? I’ve got more than I can eat.”
I shake my head. “I’m sure you can manage.”
I don’t want to keep gawking at her eating across the table because doing so makes me hungry in more than one place. So I take out my phone and check my messages as I sip the iced tea.
Laura, the woman we’ve just met, has already sent me an inquiry. I open the message.
I’m wondering whether I can have Mila design my house. She seems to have a keen aesthetic sense.
That’s out of the question because Mila is inexperienced, and letting her design the project will risk the company’s reputation. But I’m pleased with the request nonetheless.
“What have you told Laura Smith?” I ask Mila. “She’s obviously smitten by you.”
Mila swallows down her food quickly before speaking. “Smitten? What do you mean?”
“She’s asking whether you can design her house.”
Her mouth opens and then forms a smile. “Really? Wow. I didn’t do anything other than drop a few suggestions and share a few pictures of the houses I liked.”
“That’s it?”
Her cheeks turn pink. “And I might have told her that, um, my home design won the first prize in the International College Architecture Design Competition back in my junior year.”
I blink as I try to recall the information but I don’t think it’s on her resume. Wait. I didn’t go over her resume, did I? I knew she would get the job anyway, so I didn’t bother with the task. “That’s amazing, Mila,” I say to her. “But I’m not sure whether it’s a good idea to ….”
I haven’t finished my sentence but she interrupts me. “It’s okay. I understand. I didn’t expect it anyway.”
She doesn’t seem to mind it so much, and she goes on to enjoy her meal. But she does not speak another word to me either, at least not until we’re back in my car.
“Thanks for lunch,” Mila says as soon as she buckles up.
“Anytime,” I say and start the engine, my eyes not leaving her.
She’s leaning into the passenger seat, holding her unfinished milkshake and taking sips contentedly. I watch her lips pucker up as she sucks the straw and stifles a grunt.No. Don’t go there. This is wrong.
“Mmmm. I’m never tired of their milkshake. It’s just the best,” she smiles at me, licking her lips.
Fuck me.My cock jolts as I release the brakes. “Good to know,” I say as I back out of the parking space. “Maybe I’ll reward you with a McDonald's milkshake as a year-end bonus.”
“That’ll be wonderful, Henry,” she says, putting the cup into the cupholder. “I mean boss.”
I shrug. It’s the first time she’s called me by my first name since I hired her. “It’s okay to call me Henry when we’re alone, Mila,” I say to her, gripping the steering wheel tightly, so I don’t do inappropriate things such as squeezing her arm or touching her head.
