She distracts me

Job proposition

Lacy McDaniels

The drive home was practically a blink of an eye. The two girls didn’t live that far apart, traffic wasn’t bad this late at night and honestly, Lacy’s mind had been elsewhere. She mentally worked over her to do list for the day, checking off most items mentally and preparing tomorrow’s. 

She needed to check her messages and then she was done for today. She had three waiting. Hopefully more new clients. Her business was really picking up!

Grabbing her tote from the passenger seat, throwing the cumbersome bag over her shoulder, she pushed the button to shut the garage door, making her way inside. 

As soon as she opened the door leading to the mudroom she was greeted by a mrrowwling sound as a large black cat wove his way through her feet in figure eights, purring up a storm. 

“Esteban!” She squeaked, dropping her bags and scooping up the protesting cat, nuzzling into his neck. He eventually acquiesced and purred, rubbing the side of his face against the underside of her jaw. 

“I love you too Esteban, my little latin lover. The only man I’ll ever need.”

He lifted his head, quickly licking her nose which she wrinkled at his fishy food breath and laughed putting him down as she retrieved her things. Slipping off her heels, dropping three inches in height as she did so. 

Snatching up her phone she thumbed through notifications until she got to the voicemails and then hit play, putting it on speakerphone as she pulled food out to heat up. 

A high nasally sounding voice filled the kitchen and Lacy cringed, putting her own garlic brown sugar chicken and broccoli in the microwave. She always tested recipes at home before trying them with clients. 

The message sounded like a stereotypical LA girl that just wanted a get skinny quick fix, which definitely isn’t what Lacy did. The other was her 9am for tomorrow, a tennis player who apparently forgot he was out of town, cancelling his appointment. 

“Mmmm… means I get to sleep in…. “ Lacy murmured as she hit delete and then play on the next message, pulling her steaming food from the microwave. 

It was a handsome sounding voice, if that was possible. His name was Paul Caldwell. Why was that familiar? She blanked out for a minute and had to hit replay, having tuned out the rest of what he was saying. 

“Hello Miss McDaniels, my name is Paul Caldwell. Your name came up in the community as I was seeking someone with experience dealing with athletes in terms of nutrition, recovery, fitness and such. I am Roman Suarez’s sports manager and I wanted to sit down and discuss a business opportunity with you. Please call me back as soon as possible…..” her mind drifting off as he rattled off the same number that was on the caller ID. 

Roman Suarez. He was incredibly well known, even if by name only. He was the reclusive professional soccer player that never did interviews, no one knew about his life prior to becoming an athletic sensation and was never seen with a woman romantically. 

Rumors in LA abounded from him being gay to maybe him being a closet serial killer and that’s why he was so private. 

He was also the sexiest man alive. Hell if he hadn’t refused the cover spot, he could have actually been posted as the sexiest man alive multiple times over in the magazines. 

Might not hurt to do a consultation even if the job offer wasn’t appealing just to get to touch those abs… 

"Mmmm… Get ahold of yourself Lace… this guy is a billionaire. This might be just the boost I need!”

She took out her notebook and jotted down the number and wrote Paul’s name, leaving it on the island to handle first thing in the morning. With that she cleaned up the kitchen, scooped up Esteban and padded down the hall of her modest but beautiful home to soak in the tub and maybe find out if Dr. Sexypants finally gets it on with Nurse McHottie in her latest tub reading book. Her pulse racing a little already at the thought.