“Sure thing,” I said and waved at him.
He smiled, and the doors closed between us, giving me the perfect mental picture to hold onto until I saw him again.
On the way down to the lobby, I did a little happy dance in the elevator. Then I looked up in the corner and saw a camera. My cheeks flushed, and I moved toward the doors. I hoped Noah couldn’t see that! But my embarrassment faded quickly. I couldn’t believe how smoothly that interview went. It was the easiest one I’d ever had. And I hoped that I’d found my new Ricky in Gina. From everything that had happened so far, I had an excellent feeling I had.
After the interview, I stopped by the record store to tell Sierra the good news.
“Oh my gosh! Congratulations!” Sierra said, giving me a hug.
“Thanks so much.”
She leaned against one of the record stands. “Tell me everything.”
I glanced around to see a few people mingling in the store.
She waved them off. “If they need me, they can come get me.”
I grinned. “It was very easy actually. I sneaked by the secretary and walked into the office.”
“Ooh, you bad girl,” Sierra said.
“Well, it was a good thing I did,” I said. And lucky too. If Noah had been a different man, I could have come out of there with an entirely opposite outcome. “His daughter, Gina, was there. She was so adorable, and I can’t wait to get to know her.”
“Yeah, yeah, tell me about him,” Sierra said, lifting her eyebrows.
“What about him?” I asked innocently. I knew where she was going, but I didn’t want to talk about him. My job was to take care of his daughter.
“Is he as good looking as Rachel says he is?” Sierra said. Rachel was the friend who told Sierra about the job. I’d have to send her flowers or chocolates to thank her.
“Sure, he’s good looking. But Gina—”
Sierra pointed her finger at me accusingly. “You’re avoiding the subject!”
“Because it’s not relevant. He’s my boss now.”
“You can be attracted to your boss,” Sierra said.
“Not when I want to keep my job,” I said. “Besides, he’s way out of my league.” And that part was right. I’d had enough of these jobs to know that sometimes the parents treated the nannies like furniture. Something to be overlooked. He was a busy executive; sure, he was kind to me today, but he was motivated to get someone to watch his kid.
“I’m not telling you to marry the guy,” Sierra said, wrinkling her nose. “But you could be his naughty nanny.”
I looked around us, my cheeks flushing. “Sierra!” I hissed.
She giggled and lower
ed her voice into a husky tone. “Sure, I’ll go get your laundry, Mr. Stone. Do you want it freshly pressed?”
I lightly slapped her arm. “Stop it.”
She laughed uncontrollably, and everyone in the store looked over. If it was possible to be more embarrassed, my entire body lit up in flames.
“Everyone is looking at you,” I said.
“Whatever,” she said. “You’ve always been so easy to embarrass. You probably won’t see anyone in here ever again.”
That didn’t matter. I wasn’t sure how prominent Noah was in this area. What if he knew one of these people? Would they tell him that his new nanny was making fun of him? I knew it was a minuscule chance, but a chance I wasn’t willing to take.
“Do you want to get lunch?” Sierra asked, changing the subject.