“You said her husband is a douche. I would think you’d want to piss him off. Don’t you live to fuck with people?”
I detect no judgment in Candy’s voice. She’s right that I get a kick out of fucking with people. Something about seeing a man squirm makes me smile.
“Fine. I’ll pay the same rate per hour as I pay you and I’ll pay in cash. I don’t want to see her or hear about her emotional crap.”
Candy smiles and her dark eyes light up in a way that makes my dick hurt. “I’ll slap duct tape over her mouth and keep her focused on cleaning up your mess.”
“You do that,” I say in a threatening tone for no reason besides my dick’s painful throbbing.
The cause and possible relief stand three feet from me. She won’t fuck me today. I can see how the thought isn’t on her mind right now. No doubt she’s considered me inside her, though. Candy isn’t stupid. She’s a sexy woman, and I’m an available man.
I think to push the topic, but something stops me. My brain might be working again because I realize she’s a stranger. I don’t know shit about her, yet I’m ready to let her see me at my most vulnerable. No one can have power over me. I won’t even give it to my sickly father or Nightmare. No way will I give such power to Candy.
So I walk back to my office and leave the tempting blonde to play computer games. She’s only free for the time being. Once I learn her secrets and tilt our relationship in my favor, I’ll make my move.
NINE - HAYES
During my usual Saturday routine, I pass the office and think of Candy inside cleaning. She warned me not to visit since Honey and her kids would be running around. The thought of six children making a shitload of noise and stinking up the place fucking horrifies me. On the other hand, I can’t deal with going two days without seeing her. Candy’s crawled under my skin, and I can’t dig her out. Worse is how I’m not even sure I want to.
Country music plays in the office when I walk through the front door with Nightmare at my side. The dog bolts inside and begins smelling the strangers. His nose makes a beeline for Honey Mayer’s crotch. I assume she’s on the rag.
While Honey freezes in terror, Candy’s back remains to the door. Shaking her ass to the song, she’s unaware of my presence. I admire the sweet curves of her wiggling butt in a pair of khaki shorts. Before my dick can spring loose from my pants, she turns around.
“Hey, it’s the boss man!” she cries, walking over to where Nightmare now stares at Honey. “Can I pet your tiny horse?”
Candy kneels down and strokes Nightmare, who remains wary. The dog doesn’t know what he’s missing.
“How much have you gotten done?” I ask.
“Three boxes and dusting. Are you checking up on me?”
“Yes.”
Smiling, Candy stops petting the dog and glances at her nervous sister. Despite sharing long, blonde hair and big, dark eyes, the sisters are polar opposites personality-wise. In fact, when Nightmare shoves his nose in Candy’s crotch, she looks unfazed while pushing him away.
“Tell your dog he needs to buy me dinner before he sniffs there.”
Grinning, I force my gaze away from her and check out my meeting room full of kids. The smaller blond ones are watching cartoons on a tablet. Candy’s two sit in a corner playing something on their mom’s phone.
“Don’t let them stink up the place,” I mutter.
“Yeah, we don’t want to distract from the cigar smell.”
“Funny,” I grunt before snapping for Nightmare to follow me.
For a few hours, I pretend to work, but I’m mostly interested in seeing Candy. I often check on the women. Honey cleans while Candy goes through each box and sings along with songs. I suspect she knows her singing voice is terrible, making her confidence more appealing.
Eventually, Candy tells the kids to clean up and get ready to go. Before she leaves, she appears at my office door.
“Do you need anything?”
“No.”
Candy grins, but I don’t know why. She’s in a good mood, and smiles come easily when she’s happy. I’ve seen her in a bad mood too, and she does very little to hide negative emotions.
“I’ll work on the mess during the week and see about coming back next weekend.”
“Fine.”
“It’s the kids, isn’t it?” she asks, leaning against the door frame. “You love children so much and seeing them makes your ovaries quiver.”
“Goodbye,” I say, despite my smirk.
“See you Monday.”
I only nod and watch her disappear from my doorway. The kids make a racket on their way out of the office and then the place falls silent. I look at Nightmare, who doesn’t care either way. I’m the only person who has ever interested him, and he’s too old to give a shit now.
“What now?” I ask the dog.
Nightmare walks into the main office and sniffs everything anyone new touched. He’s pissed about the new stink. Watching him, I realize the feeling I’m nursing isn’t fucking boredom. For the first time in years, I’m lonely and all because of a mouthy blonde with a horrible singing voice.
TEN - CANDY