Free The Boss Lady by Lolah Lace

last a lifetime Mr. Hamilton.”
    “I’m that good.” I couldn’t help the huge smile that formed on my face.
    “No that was an exaggeration. Good enough to last maybe three months at the most.”
    “Three months, Nicki did you just give me a compliment?”
    “Fine, take it and roll out.” She placed a hand on her hip, such lovely hips.
    “Stop trying to get rid of me.”
    “I wish and pray that I could.”
    “No you don’t really wish that.”
    There was a knock on her closed office door that put an abrupt halt to our flirtatious banter. I turned and saw a black man in a business suit enter her office with a manila folder in his hands.
    “Excuse me, Nicole I have the report you requested.” The black man was talking to her but staring at me. I gave him the same inspection he was giving me.
    “Thanks James.” Nicki said as this James guy placed the folder on her desk. “James this is Lukas Hamilton.”
    “A new client.” He added prying and fishing for more information than he deserved.
    I looked him in the eye. “No, I’m Nicki’s nanny.” I was so straight-faced he had no choice but to believe me.
    Nicki almost chuckled at my false admission and probably at the confused facial expression on her co-worker. It was pretty funny.
    “Okay well Nicole we have a meeting in an hour.” James added with more bass in his voice than required.
    “Yes James conference room three.” Nicki nodded.
    “Okay Mr. Hamilton, nice to meet you.”
    I didn’t feel the need to respond. I just nodded once. Fuck him. There’s no way she fucked this buttoned up lame. James exited the office and glared until we couldn’t see him any longer.
    I didn’t speak until a heard the click of the door close. “Do you fuck him?”
    “None of your business?”
    “I know but I thought I would ask.” I was trying to be charming. I was failing miserably at being charming. “What time do you get home from work today?”
    “Why?”
    “I’m coming over to help Kelly with her science project.”
    “No you’re not.” She raised her voice just a bit.
    “ I told her I wouldn’t step foot in your house until the video cameras were installed. She said the security cameras are up and running so--”
    “The cameras are up but--”
    “I told her I would come over.”
    “You ca n’t just tell a kid, my kid anything without checking with their parent, me moron, I’m the parent.”
    “ Moron, that’s real professional. I’m telling you now. I haven’t seen Kelly in a week. She wants to hang out with me. If you can watch me while I’m in your house I feel better about it. I’m not going to sneak around behind your back to see your daughter. I’m telling you I’m coming over. I’m telling you I’m helping her with homework. I’m telling you I’m going to cook something other than those microwave dinners you poison her with.”
    “See there’s the problem. You can’t tell me. You have to ask me .”
    “No sweetheart your employees here have to ask your permission. I don’t have to ask you anything.”
    “Kelly is my kid.”
    “I know that.”
    “It’s weird that you want to spend time with a kid that isn’t yours.”
    “It’s not weird. She doesn’t have a father and I don’t have a dau….”
    “You don’t have a daughter. Is that what you were going to say?” I couldn’t answer her question. She walked around her desk and she was standing close to me looking me right in my eyes. “Luke listen, I know your daughter died. I Googled you. I checked to see if you were on the sex offender’s registry. I even checked the Illinois Department of Corrections website. I’m not stupid.”
    “I never said you w ere stupid. I think you’re very intelligent. This is not the office of a stupid woman. I know you got a Master’s from MIT. I did my homework on you too.”
    “Okay this is just a lot to take in. I’m glad you saved my daughter from god knows what. I’m very sorry you were injured.”
    “I was