Free Babygirl and the Mean Boss by Pepper Pace

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                  Her arm was held close to her body .  “Yeah…I ’ve been able to move it more without it . ”
     
                  He nodded .   She really didn’t need him to go into over-protective mode right now.
     
    Eventually, after some idle chatter and the enjoyment of a good meal, the sexual tension faded and the events that happened upstairs were placed on the back burner.   Marty grabbed his keys.
     
                  “Look, I’m going to head to the restaurant for a couple hours.  I need to deposit some money and check on everything.”  He did need to do those things but he also wanted to clear his head. He sighed.  “ I’m not going to treat you like a baby—but don’t do anything too strenuous like self surgery, acrobats-”
     
                  “Bye, Marty.”  She scowled.
     
                  “Nicole.  Call me at the restaurant or on my cell,” He q uickly jotted the number on a pad by the telephone.  “ … if anything happens.
     
                  “Yes, Dad.”  She mocked.
     
                  He gave her a stern look.  “And no parties young lady!”  Then he slammed out the door.  Once outside Marty took in a deep breath.  He couldn’t help but to shake his head at how much he enjoyed her company.
     
                  Nicole was chuckling to herself .  God, why was that man single?  He was incredible looking.  She allowed herself the pleasure of re living the feel of Marty’s hands on her breast and the life returned to her core .  It had been years since she had been touched like that.   With a guilty sigh she pushed the thoughts away and went to the kitchen to do the dishes.  It took three times as long as it should have but eventually she got them washed dried and put away.
     
                  She straightened the living room, put away the movies and turned on the telev i sion getting comfortable on the couch again.  Before long she was asleep.
     
                  She felt something fuzzy against her face and opened her eyes alarmed.  In her experience , something fuzzy touching you meant a rat had just scampered across your bed; whether that bed was a mattress or a pallet on the floor.  Marty was covering her with an afghan and she relaxed.
     
                  “ I didn’t mean to wake you.  You’re a light sleeper.” 
     
                  She stretched and yawned.   “What time is it?” 
     
                  He sat down next to her.   “Almost two.”
     
    “In the morning?!”
      “Yes.”
     
    “Marty!  You’ve been up all day! ”
     
    “ I don’t sleep much . ”  He explained with a nonchalant shrug.   He seemed more concerned with her.  “ Are you going to sleep on this couch all night?  You can if you want.”
     
                  “No.  I’m going to go up .  How was everything at the restaurant?”   She sat up and covered her mouth as she yawned again .
     
                  “Well…I had to make some changes.  Kendall’s doing your station.  Fred’s been doing mine.  I’m going to go in tomorrow to help get her trained.  When you wake up I won’t be here.  But I brought some food home from the restaurant so all you’ll have to do is nuke it.  I’m going to call you tomorrow so be sure to answer the phone when it rings , ok? ”
     
                  “Okay.”  She stood up and rubbed her stiff arm.  At least it was no longer sore.   “Are you coming up?”
     
                  He p ur ced his lips and she realized how suggestive that s ounded.  “No.  I need to unwind .  I’m going to watch TV for a bit.”  Nicole went upstairs under his watchful eye.
     
                  “Goodnight.”  She called.
     
                  “Talk to you