Free The Super: A Bad Boy Romance by Anne Connor

really nice. I wish I could disappear for longer than just a weekend, but I know it’s not possible.”
    “Listen, Drew,” Richard says as I turn to leave.
    “Yeah?”
    “What if you could get away from it all, just for a little while?”
    “I’d love it, but I don’t know how I can maneuver it. Eric doesn’t want me leaving the state. And maybe New Jersey.”
    I put my box down on the floor and sit down at the table.
    “Listen. I might have a little opportunity for you.”
    Richard looks at Mom and then back at me.
    “I own a small building in Brooklyn, and my superintendent is going to be on vacation for a couple of weeks. I was going to hire someone to look after things a few days a week, and make the trip down there myself the other days, but would you like to do it? Fill in for my super?”
    I look at the man blankly and rub my chin. Honestly, it’s not a crazy idea, and I know I’m more than capable. I’m familiar with simple plumbing and maintenance, and it would give me the opportunity to get away for a little while, but still be nearby in case I need to get into the office quick.
    “What are we talking? How many units?”
    “It’s a twelve unit building. Four floors. You’d have a unit in the basement. It’s actually nice. I stay there when I’m in the city. The building is very quiet, and the tenants are great. I would only be able to pay you about $100 a day, but I don’t think you’d have to actually do much. Just stay there in case anything happens.”
    “Oh, I couldn’t accept payment. You would be doing me a favor.”
    “So you’re saying you’ll do it?”
    I put out my hand and we shake on it.
    “You have a deal.”
     
     

 
11. Molly
    Ever since meeting the famed Drew Anderson, it’s been impossible to get him out of my mind. His height, his scent, the way he carried himself and the way he acted so entitled to anything and everything was absolutely infuriating but absolutely captivating, all at once.
    The only thing I haven’t done yet is check to see whether he has Instagram. I shouldn’t do it. Only bad things happen when I discover a hot guy’s Instagram. I’ll get fired from my job on the first day. A quick check under my desk, just opening the app for what’s supposed to be a one-minute break, will certainly devolve into me looking at all his posts, and being paranoid all day that I accidentally clicked “like” on something from 73 weeks ago.
    But I can’t help thinking about him. And there’s no harm in just thinking about him, right? It’s just the invention of my own mind: imagining what he’s doing, wondering what kind of pen he uses to sign all those contracts he must have passing by his desk every day.
    Ugh. Really? No. I don’t care about any of that.
    Obsessing over this guy is the absolute last thing I need right now. I have my job starting this week, the new apartment to get settled into, research to do. And it’s not like me to obsess over a guy.
    But maybe it should be me. Even if only for a little while. Maybe Jess is right.
    But I know I can’t let my heart get involved where my head knows it shouldn’t.
    And anyway, it’s not like I’ll have a chance with Drew again. No matter how much Jess prods me about going back to that bar, there is no way I’m going to a place that charges $15 for a shot ever again.
    I have my shopping bag containing my new outfit and shoes in tow and I’m walking up the stairs to my place, and all I can think of is him. I recall his shoulders, the way he trotted over to me and Jess with a little spring in his step, like the Drew Anderson parade was making its way down Fifth Avenue with horns and whistles, even though he was just another suit guy among many in the bar that night.
    God, those shoulders. His arms. They make me think bad things.
    I get to the top landing of the stairs and hear the familiar sounds of masculine voices traveling up. There’s very little in the way of a buffer between them and me - it’s