Page 4 of Detective Daddy Next Door

"You couldn't even let me sleep for a while?" she barks at me. Her face tightens into a frown.

Okay. This is what I'm scared of. I thought we had a mutual unspoken agreement. But it's beginning to look like we are, indeed, not on the same page.

"You have a room here, right? I think it’d be better for you to go sleep in your own room. I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm not looking for a relationship and I think it's best we don't exchange numbers."

She snatches the blanket back up and looks offended. "And what made you think I'd want your number?"

I raise my hands and go to straighten up but stop halfway. "I'm just saying."

"You must think the world of yourself. You think you’re Mr. Perfect, don’t you?"

I’m confused by the sudden switch. "If I'm not Mr. Perfect, then why did you fuck me?"

She yanks the blanket off her body. "Why did you fuckme?"

I straighten up fully. "This is why I stay away from you women. I can't take the drama."

"You women? You women?" She gets off the bed, naked, her butt jiggling beautifully as she goes to pick up her clothes and puts them on hurriedly.

"Learn how to respect women!" she shouts, and snatches her bag off the floor, then slams the door shut behind her.

Phew! What a riot.

Chapter 3

Bria

"MorningBria,howwasyour trip?" Daisy, my colleague, asks as I walk into the office.

"Morning, Daisy. It was okay," I answer as images of Myles's hot body flash through my mind's eye.

I'm thankful I don't ever have to see him again. Being hot isn't enough for me. He lacks manners, and I'm glad I won't have to deal with that. Do I regret sleeping with him? No. It'd been a while since I let a man close to me. It was good, and I enjoyed it, and now I can close that brief chapter of my life forever.

"Is Micha in yet?" I ask as Daisy gets up from her chair to get a file from the cabinet beside my table.

"Nope. I haven't seen her this morning."

Just then, Micha, my boss, jabs her head through the door that's slightly open. She never knocks and we never expect her to.

"Bria, my office, now," she says, and pulls her head back out.

I fish for the files I need and put them in my folder, then make for the door. Daisy winks at me as I pull it open, and I giggle. As I walk toward Micha’s office, I think about my future. I joined Maestro Law Firm as a baby lawyer, just fresh out of law school. But over the last six years, I've grown exponentially, representing the company in many tax cases and traveling around the world to team up with other lawyers. And meeting high-profile clients. Just like when I was in Las Vegas the previous week. It’s been six years of hard work, and I hope soon I'm made a partner. I've given my all.

I knock on Micha's door.

"Come in."

I push the door open and take the seat opposite her. Micha isn't your regular boss. She treats her staff like equals. She's never condescending, and she pays well. There's not a mean bone in her body.

"I'm impressed," she says as I take the seat directly opposite her.

"Oh?" I say, stretching the file toward her.

"I talked to Nula’s team on the phone. She's highly impressed by how you handled the case. She and her team say this is the first time anyone is putting them through with transparency.”

Nula is a pop star who made it big many years ago. We’ll be handling the tax procedures for her properties in Long Beach. She’s had less than honest lawyers who have been stealing from her and put her at odds with the IRS. I nod and look at Micha as she goes through the signed documents.

She raises her head. "Another new client signed," she says, beaming from ear to ear.

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