It was the morning after the kiss, Rosalie had made breakfast for the bunch while Harry was on his computer, typing away, his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on whatever it was that he was looking at.Rosalie couldn't help but think about their kiss from last night. It was definitely not like any other kiss. This kiss actually had some kind of sentiment to her that no other kiss could top off. It almost felt as if it was
admiration? Like, she was attracted to Harry. And who wouldn't be? He's absolutely breathtaking. She had never been with a man before, no, not in that way. She would always end up with boys her age, but never a man. With Harry it was different. He wasn't any other man who goes out to parties. He was a man of responsibilities, a man with three kids, and a man completely indulged in his job to ever have time for her, just like he rarely ever has time for his kids. So obviously thinking too much into this about their drunk kiss would only lead to trouble, he was her boss and this was totally unprofessional.She wasn't ready for commitment, and she was sure Harry wasn't either, after his ex wife, she was sure all he wanted was hook ups or just a good fuck for the night and then no talk the next. She wouldn't have a problem with that, but the problem was,
he is
her boss.Which was probably why he was ignoring her, or at least she thought he was. "Penelope has a school play today." Rosalie broke the awkward silence but it seemed as if she hadn't spoken hence he was still glued to his screen. Penelope stood from the chair and took a paper out of her back pack before going over to him. "Look daddy! It's a play that my grade is doing on Little Red Riding Hood and I'm playing Red!" She said excited but the only response she received was an "ahuh". "Would you like to go?" She asked, for the last time. He sighed in annoyance before looking at her."Baby girl I've got a lot of work lately, I don't think—" "He'll be there." Rosalie interrupted him, not letting him finish his sentence. He gave her an annoyed look before she led them out of the kitchen. "What exactly do you think you're doing?" Harry questioned as soon as Rosalie came back in the kitchen to wash the used dishes. "Making sure you spend time with your kids." She says, without any other word. "You know I'm busy, especially now with what happened with the hacking a few weeks ago, the company's stocks have been going down and it'll take a while until they go back up. I
can't make it." "Well you're going to have to find a way to make it to that school play. She's your daughter. You need to think about them as well not just your job." "Rosalie we've been through this I am not going over it with you again. Please do not tell me how to care for my kids." "Care for them?" Rosalie said, finishing the dishes before turning back around. "I'm sorry, but was it not you that put up an ad asking for a nanny?" She raised her eyebrow, crossing her arms.
Harry crossed his arms as well, tilting his head to the side a bit. "I'm sure you care for them, but I'm still their father."
"Then act like it. Go to that play and show me you really care." Rosalie says, challenging him. Harry lets out a sigh and looks to his laptop before looking back to her.
"Is this because of last night?" He questions making Rosalie lean back. She wished he would've been too drunk to remember.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, about what happened. I'm sorry, I was drunk you were drunk. I've been lonely and I took advantage of the situation without thinking." He says from his seat. "I'm aware of how unprofessional it was on my part."
"Harry—"
"I'll pay you more if you'd like? I just can't afford to have you leave." He rambles making Rosalie scrunch her eyebrows.
"What?" She asks. "Harry, I'm not leaving just because of what happened. I'm aware it was a mistake and I didn't really stop it until after it happened." Rosalie looks down.
Harry looks relieved. "I promise it won't ever happen again, can we forget about it?"
"On one condition." Rosalie smiles making Harry prop his head on his hand, silently asking her to continue. "You make it to Penelope's play."
At this, Harry sighs and rubs his face. "Fine, but I'll be falling behind on my duties at work."
"But you'll be making your daughter happy." Rosalie says. "We'll see you there, twelve pm." And with that, she walks away.