How To Wife Your Nanny A Billionaire Single Dad Romantic Comedy- Melinda Minx Page 0,16
things at the end of the rainbow. The things that I’d guarded myself against ever since Naomi had come into my life. The things that I thought I shouldn’t risk dreaming for because they might end up hurting my little girl.
Naomi was happy with just me. Yeah, she’d probably be happier if I found a kick-ass wife and got her a kick-ass mom, but if I fucked that up, then I’d ruin what we had right now. I wasn’t going to risk that on just anyone, but Lacey was…
She threw a block at me and ran, screaming, into Naomi’s house.
“Miss Lacey Larsen,” Naomi said. “I told you the straws aren’t strong enough. You gotta have brick so the wolf can’t blow you.”
“He didn’t blow anything,” Lacey said, “He just kicked it all down! He’s so scary!”
I howled and stomped over to Naomi’s house. Shit, yeah, I’d forgotten all the stuff the Big Bad Wolf was supposed to say. “Let me in!” It had been a while since I’d done the Big Bad Wolf for Naomi. I couldn’t remember the exact phrasing, so I winged it. “By the hair of my chinny chin chin, open the door or I’ll blow your house in!”
Okay, that sounded right. It was like riding a bike.
“No, Daddy,” Naomi said. “My brick house is too stronger. I’m having a tea party in here with Miss Lacey Larsen. Leave us alone!”
I leaned in close and looked at one of the blocks. “Oh, this is mud brick? I can blow in mud brick.”
I started blowing hard, and obviously nothing happened.
Naomi started giggling at me, but the next time I blew, I kicked the blocks, and her house collapsed. She screamed and took Lacey by the hand, and the two of them ran into Toya’s house.
At Toya’s house, I made a big show of blowing and blowing, but no matter how much I blew, the house wouldn’t fall down.
“Wow,” Lacey said. “We were so foolish, weren’t we, Naomi. We should have spent the extra time and hard work to build a good real brick house. Good thing Toya was so clever and willing to work hard! Otherwise the big bad wolf would be eating us all up!”
I’ll eat you alright, Miss Lacey Larsen, you’ve just got to open up first.
5
Lacey
When Reading Hour was over, my face hurt from smiling. I hadn’t technically forgiven Noah, but it was getting hard to stay mad at him. When I wanted to be mad at him, I just thought about my miserable delivery job, and it helped. Still, hating him had turned into this thing I had to really focus hard on, rather than this all-encompassing feeling that was so big that it almost had its own weather system.
Now my hate for him had diminished to this tiny little flame that I had to remember to keep feeding, otherwise it might die out entirely.
Most of the parents had gone, but Noah was still hanging around with Naomi. I could tell by the way that he kept glancing back at me that he wasn’t just going to leave without saying something to me.
He had been flirting with me hard, and those looks he kept giving me were becoming harder and harder to resist.
Technically I had probably been giving those looks back to him, but it was involuntary. I was trying hard not to, and he was the one instigating everything.
The most reasonable explanation for all of that was that this man was probably a manwhore. He was the kind of guy who probably just slept with anything that looked at him. He didn’t want to actually sleep with me, of course, because I was so far below his league that I was basically on another planet. Still, his mannerisms around women were just to flirt, and he couldn’t turn that off, so to speak. So he’d been involuntarily flirting with me, and I’d been involuntarily responding to that involuntary flirting. Basically, we were just electrical signals crackling back and forth between each other, and it meant nothing whatsoever.
Another explanation was that he really loved his daughter, and his daughter loved my books. Again, he couldn’t help but flirt with any woman with a pulse, and flirting with me was his way of trying to get me to write more books for his daughter.
Either way, I knew I should be very cautious. And I should extort the ever living shit out of him too, if he was trying to get me to write more books.