Why was I here? Because I was a good boss and I was worried about Rose? Yeah, for sure that was part of it. But I wanted to spend more time with her and if we couldn’t do that in the office then the office would have to come to her.
“Seph, thank you for dropping off my laptop but…”
“You okay with this being our office for a couple of days?”
“What?”
I sat down, put her laptop near to her and opened my laptop case. “I have a meeting at eleven, but I’m doing it virtually. You have one at twelve-thirty and four. I can watch Rose while you do them so you don’t need to worry.” Problem solved.
“I’m very confused.”
“Georgie, go get yourself changed. I’ve got some stuff to look through on the Hartford case that I want to run by you. Where’s Rose?” I kept my tone busy, factual, not leaving any opening for an argument.
“She’s listening to an audiobook in bed. Are you sure you can be here? Seph, what are people going to think of you being here? It’s my second week at work and…”
“And nothing. They know Rose banged her head and you need to be around to watch her.”
Her cheeks pinked and she folded her arms, which only led to her breasts being made more prominent. My eyes dropped to them and a rush of blood left the head on my shoulders to go elsewhere.
Max’s voice threatening HR action rang through my ears.
“Would you mind getting changed?” The top she wore clung and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Georgia was giving me enough material to keep me busy every evening for a week.
When I looked up, I saw her skin had grown pinker, her eyes wider and pupils dilated. She’d caught me looking, but by the sight of her, she didn’t mind.
“Give me half an hour. I’ll have to get Rose settled down here. And shower.” She didn’t smile or call me out on my comment.
Neither did I. I didn’t want to think about Georgia in the shower.
“Can I suss out your coffee machine?” I’d noticed it yesterday.
There was a smile and a gentle laugh. “Sure. It isn’t brilliant but it makes a decent cup of coffee. I’ll be as quick as I can.”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak because I was trying to dampen the flame that was now turned up to the max, thinking about Georgia in the shower.
“Cool. We’ll get on with the Hartford file as soon as you’re ready. What does Rose have for breakfast?”
Georgia looked slightly gobsmacked and I wondered how long it had been since someone else took control, or if she ever did let anyone else take it.
“Dr Shay said to keep her on light food, nothing heavy, so just cereal. Rice Krispies should be okay.”
I’d wondered if she’d try to cover up her tits more, if she’d feel self-conscious after what I’d said, but there was no sign of that.
“Rice Krispies it is.” I held her gaze, saw her lick her lips.
Shit.
This was exactly what I shouldn’t be doing.
An alarm bell busted through my brain in pretty much the same way Max’s fist would if he knew what thoughts I was having right now.
Georgia smiled and backed away, leaving me in her kitchen, one which I was vaguely familiar with.
Five minutes later and a pair of big eyes looked at me, eyes that knew I was already beholden to fulfil any request the owner made.
“Mummy said I had to sit quietly in the kitchen and have breakfast.” She wore a unicorn onesie and her feet were bare.
“Don’t you need to put something on your feet to keep them warm?” I looked down at her toes.
