Bonnie Winn - Falling for Her Boss

Dorothy cocked her head, indicating Tessa’s slick suit, one that had fit in perfectly in downtown Houston and definitely in the twenty-first century. “And you like that it looks old?”

“How I dress and how I like to live don’t exactly match, do they?” Tessa smiled, a small smile. “I’ve lived with hard-edged, supermodern furniture before.” Because Karl liked it. “Seemed...brittle.”

Nodding, Dorothy plucked an invisible speck from a plump pillow. “When I put my feet up at night, I want them resting on something comfy. My husband, Alvin, would have a fit with glass tables and whatnot.”

“I agree with Alvin.” She paused. “Do you mind me asking where you and your husband live?”

“In the big house. On the main floor, past the kitchen and the butler’s pantry. We have our own set of rooms. There are two other cottages on the property, but it’s a lot easier on us to live in the main house. Taking care of a family isn’t an eight-to-five kind of job.” Dorothy plopped her hands on her hips. “Say, did you bring your overnight things?”

“I packed a small bag. I’ll be sending for my clothes.”

“Well, if there’s anything you need, that you maybe forgot, I’m bound to have it or know how to get hold of it.”

“Thank you, Dorothy.”

“New job and new place to live all in one day.” Dorothy shook her head. “That’s a lot to take on.”

Tessa firmed her chin so her lips wouldn’t tremble and give her away. “It’s all good.”

“Even so.” She hesitated. “If Morgan’s a little gruff, don’t let it get to you. He’s been that way since... It’s just his way. Well, wash up. We’ll eat lunch in about twenty minutes. Casual dress.”

“I’m not very hungry—”

“Need to eat something,” the housekeeper insisted with a parental look that didn’t invite protest.

When the door closed behind Dorothy, Tessa slipped off her jacket, then kicked off her heels. She loved the feel of her bare feet against the cool heart of pine floor.

Padding across the main room to the kitchen, she opened a cupboard and found a teapot and supplies. Loose-leaf tea, Tessa noticed with interest. Also a variety of herbal teas. The former tenant had clearly been a tea lover, as well. Having kept herself together to appear cool and collected for the interview, Tessa felt drained. It was difficult to appear upbeat and enthusiastic when she wanted to crawl under the covers and never come out. A hot cup of herbal tea and the comfortable-looking chair near the window seemed like a perfect way to lift her spirits.

She had hoped to escape lunch with her new boss, but at least she could cut the meal short, using the valid excuse that she needed to send for her belongings. They wouldn’t amount to much. Karl could keep the furniture in their condo. She had taken the precaution of packing her sentimental items and bringing them along. Clothes could be repurchased, but good memories were irreplaceable. But how many good memories did she really have connected with her marriage? Few, she now realized. And even those were single-sided.

After a quick call to Cindy to let her know she’d gotten the job, Tessa enjoyed a cup of tea. Sighing, she knew she had to change for lunch. She truly wasn’t hungry, but didn’t want to offend Morgan or Dorothy.

Opening her bag, she retrieved a pair of jeans and a cotton blouse. Glancing in the mirror, even she could see the fatigue traced through her expression. Eyes now constantly dry from crying herself to sleep looked red and raw. It was a wonder she had gotten the job. She rummaged in her makeup bag and found the eye drops. Some fresh blusher and lipstick helped a bit.

She just had to remember to keep upbeat, to squash the unhappy note that colored her voice these days. Tessa leaned closer to the mirror. “You’re a mess, you know. Perk up.” She probably should have chosen coffee instead of herbal tea for the caffeine pickup. Too late now.

Tessa decided she preferred entering the big house through the kitchen rather than ringing the bell at the set of big doors in the front. It was the route Dorothy had taken them to the cottage. She knocked lightly. A small child appeared in the doorway.

Not expecting her, Tessa drew in her breath. “Ah. Hello. I’m Tessa. Dorothy is expecting me for lunch.”

“Daddy, too,” the poppet replied, holding a well-used stuffed dog in one hand, staring intently at Tessa.

“Yes.” Tessa paused, remembering what Cindy had said about the motherless child. “I’m going to be working for him.”

“But not like Miss Ellis,” the girl informed her.

“No?”

The child shook her head. “Miss Ellis got old here and you aren’t going to.”

“Okay, Poppy, that’ll be enough,” Dorothy said, coming up behind them in time to hear the child’s last remark.

“But Daddy said—”

“We don’t repeat what others say, do we? Now, wash up and we’ll start lunch.” Dorothy lifted her gaze. “Morgan’s having a plate in his study. He tends to...focus on his work. But we’re still glad to have you join us.”

“I don’t want to be any trouble,” Tessa reminded her. “I’m not that hungry.”

“Then hopefully, you’ll appreciate a simple meal. I made sliders.”

Tessa raised her eyebrows, thinking the term was a progressive reference, one she hadn’t expected.

Dorothy reached for a dish towel. “Now, I know they’re just small hamburgers, but Poppy had them at lunch in Houston with her dad and thought they were so much better than full-size hamburgers.” Dorothy rolled her eyes. “So, now we have lots of little burgers. I made a salad in case you eat healthy. I sneak veggies in, too.”

“Sounds good. I don’t have any dietary restrictions. I suppose I should, but I pretty much eat what I like. Then I run or walk long enough every day to burn some of it off.”

Dorothy’s eyes were observant but kind. “Doesn’t look like you need to.”

Tessa had lost weight unintentionally since the separation and divorce. These days nothing perked her appetite. But she didn’t want to seem ungrateful.

“Can I sit next to you?” Poppy was asking, having returned to gaze up at her intently.

“If it’s all right with Dorothy,” Tessa replied, swimming in uncertain waters.

“Lunch is always casual,” Dorothy replied. “Unless it’s some do , which we haven’t had in a long time.”

“I saw you all dressed pretty,” Poppy chimed in. “Before.”

The child must have silently darted in and out earlier. Tessa was certain she wouldn’t have forgotten this little one. Poppy smiled, dimpling her cherubic face. “Can I sit by you?” she asked again.

Tessa melted. What a little charmer.

Dorothy deftly changed the positions of the settings so that they were side by side rather than across the table from one another.

Tessa noticed only the two plates. “Aren’t you and your husband having lunch, too?”

Shaking her head, Dorothy placed a colorful bowl of salad on the table. “Alvin’s in town running some errands. Probably sounds silly, but I’ll eat with him when he gets back. After being married over forty years, I’m used to seeing his face across the table from me.”

Incredibly sweet. The kind of future Tessa had always envisioned for herself. “I...I think it’s nice.”

“Poppy and I are going to make chocolate-chip bars after lunch. Be good for dessert when Alvin and I eat.”

“I get to mix ’em,” Poppy told her. “And the most bestest part—put the chocolate in the bowl.”

“A few of the chips always take a detour,” Dorothy admitted cheerfully.

Poppy smiled brightly, huge blue eyes staring up at her, unblinking.

If she and Karl had adopted, it was possible she would have a child just Poppy’s age by now. Tessa swallowed the growing lump in her throat.