Hot Seal Next Door_A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance

by Tia Wylder

  It wasn’t the time to think of that, however. He shuffled away to get ready for the upcoming wedding, watching as guests began to fill the seats. Troy led each person to their seat, acting as politely as a young boy was able. Daniel was proud of the young man, knowing he had an even rougher time since his parents had broken things off.

  Time passed, and Daniel was ushered into place at the end of the aisle. Melody stood off to his side, dressed in a black dress that was a bit too provocative considering the occasion. He couldn’t have expected less. The wedding march played, and Amanda marched down the aisle, looking the most adorable he had ever seen her in her pastel pink flower girl dress. She threw silk flower petals along the aisle, and his eyes were drawn away from her as a collective gasp erupted from the crowd. Vaguely worried that something had gone wrong, he looked in the direction he knew Tiffany would be coming from… only to have his mouth fall agape as well. He could see why the crowd had gasped, it was all he could do to catch breath himself. Tiffany shone like a diamond in the white, mermaid cut wedding gown. Her veil obscured her face, but his heart pounded in his chest as she marched down the aisle. Danielle was doubling as maid of honor, as well as giving Tiffany away, so the two marched arm in arm down the aisle.

  "Beautiful," he heard Melody gasp, and he had to fight a smile, suspecting that it wasn't Tiffany that his ex-wife was wrapped up in. While he had to admit his sister looked nice, he had no idea how anyone could have eyes for someone besides his beautiful fiancée. Tiffany and Danielle cleared the final distance to the altar, and Danielle hesitated a moment, considering Melody with a blush before she realized she needed to get in position. A laugh resonated through the crowd, and Daniel could hear Tiffany's joyful laughter as well. She stepped up before him, and the minister spoke the basic wedding vows. He knew he should be listening closely, but he was too distracted staring at the beautiful figure of his wife.

  Though this was his second wedding, it still felt exciting and new. As much as he loved the figure of his fiancée in her wedding dress, he also couldn’t wait until they were at their vacation destination and her wedding dress lay in a pile on the floor. He shook off this thought as he realized he was supposed to be repeated after the minister. He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

  “Come again?” He inquired with a weakened voice.

  “Oh boy,” Melody groaned, and another laugh permeated the crowd. The minister looked less amused, but repeated himself through the vows that Daniel had chosen. Once Daniel was done, Tiffany recited her vows perfectly, as if she had rehearsed them dozens of times. He realized belatedly that she likely had.

  “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, until death do you part?” The minister announced solemnly. Daniel reddened, feeling the eyes of the entire crowd upon him. However, Tiffany reached out to take his hand and it was as if the rest of the world fell away.

  “I do,” he vowed with a gleam in his eyes. The words were repeated for Tiffany, and her voice was watery when she spoke.

  “I do, too. I mean… yeah! I do! I totally do!” She blurted, and Daniel couldn’t fight the smile that crept up his face as he saw the blush rising on her shoulders. The minister rolled his eyes at their antics, and Daniel was certain he heard Melody mutter something about the stick up his ass. He snorted, lifting Tiffany’s veil away from her face. Tears streamed down her flushed face, but he was certain it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life.

  “Then… with the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride,” the minister wrapped up the ceremony in a monotone voice.

  “Don’t mind if I do,” Daniel quipped, drawing Tiffany into his arms and pressing their lips together in a searing kiss. The crowd cheered, their clapping and shouts uproarious as Daniel only deepened the embrace he held with his new wife. She giggled against his lips, drawing away and pressing her lips to his ear.

  “Save it for the honeymoon, stud,” she whispered. He rumbled a laugh, drawing her back into his arms. He felt as if he would burst out of his suit, and it pained him to have to wait to share his wedding night with his new bride. However, they still needed to attend the reception and entertained the guests. Allowing Tiffany to lead him towards the reception area, he mused he had waited so long already. A few hours more couldn’t hurt.

  Not when it was but a few hours until eternity.

  The Boss & The Intern

  Chapter 1: Best Foot Forward

  “Okay. You are Elizabeth Adams. You are so strong and fierce that your middle name might as well be Tiger. But it isn’t. Keep to the facts.” Elizabeth smoothed out the wrinkles that had formed on the front of her black dress from sitting in the car. Her palms were starting to sweat. Flipping down the mirror on her visor, she tidied up her lipstick and made eye contact with her reflection. “They would be lucky to have you. You’ve got this.” She took a deep breath and fixed a dazzling smile on her face.

  Page Industries stretched itself before her. Crisp steel and black walls made it seem intimidating and strong. Butterflies flitted through her stomach, and she fought back an excited squeal. Somehow, even in heels, she managed to take the steps two at a time. The door was harder to open than she had imagined, and it caught her off guard.

  Inside, the building sparkled with dark tile that glinted in the light. Elizabeth tugged her dress into place and straightened her shoulders. Brushing a strand of dark hair back into place, she leaned on the receptionist’s desk, “Hi! I’m here for an interview. I’m trying to become an—”

  Her bubbly voice was cut off sharply by the receptionist’s dry tones, “Go down to the conference room on the left. Knock before you go in.”

  “Oh. Okay then. Thank you!” Determined not to let the other woman’s rudeness ruin her mood, she strutted down the hall and opened the conference door.

  “Weren’t you told to knock first?” Bright blue eyes pierced her from behind a long table. A striking man with broad shoulders and a beard that make him look rugged gazed back at her.

  Shoot! She hadn’t even been here five minutes yet, and she had already messed up. Pressing her lips into an apologetic smile, she knocked on the door that she was still holding open, “Sorry, I’m just so excited to be here.”

  The man in the conference room sighed, “It’s a little late for that now, don’t you think?”

  “Right. Let’s start over.” She held out her hand to him, “I’m Elizabeth Adams. I’m here to interview for the intern position.”

  “Nice to meet you, Lizzie.” He maintained eye contact as he held her hand in his for just a second too long.

  The intoxicating mixture of his eyes and his handshake made her stomach do a summersault, but that was abruptly brought to a screeching halt when he shortened her name. She winced, “Just Elizabeth, please.” He raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t say anything. Unsure of what to do with the silence, words began rattling out of her mouth, “Thank you so much for letting me come in today. I know it might be hard to believe, but this is my dream job. Well, this isn’t, but the job that comes after this one is.”

  “So, this isn’t your dream job?” He pulled his arms back closer to his body and leaned his fingers into a steeple.

  “No, that’s not what I meant.” Elizabeth could feel her cheeks beginning to burn. “I just meant that this is a terrific opportunity. I want to intern here so that I can get my foot in the door to be the next concierge, you know? Page Industries is such a renowned company, and being involved in even a small portion of that would be amazing.”

  “So, you don’t want to be an intern?” He wasn’t letting her off the hook that easily. She squirmed under the pressure, and he had to force back a smile.

  She was beginning to get flustered. “I’m tripping over my words, but I am the best candidate you will see for this job. I am hard working and enthusiastic. My wanting to move up should be a plus for this job, not a negative. It just means that I must
do well here to get to my dream job. If that isn’t motivation enough to make someone be the best intern this company has ever seen, then they don’t deserve to be a part of this company!”

  He let a small silence settle over the room. The smile that had been fighting to come out finally crept over his lips into a smirk, “I agree.”

  “You do?” The fire that had blazed in her eyes as she was talking softened.

  “I agree that you are the best candidate I am going to see for this job, because you are the only candidate I am going to see for this job.”

  “What?”

  “You already had the job before you even came in here. Why do you think I was here to meet you?”

  “I just thought this was an interview.” Elizabeth’s mouth gaped open. She got the job? “Wait. You made me go through all of that when I already had the job?!” Embarrassment colored her face.

  He chuckled, “One of my perks. Make sure you see Adeline on your way out. She’ll give you your schedule. You start tomorrow.”

  He pushed himself away from the desk and opened the door to leave, but she stopped him, “I’m still confused. ‘One of your perks.’ What does that mean?”

  A young woman with a clipboard caught him at the door, “Mr. Page, could you look over this paperwork, please?”

  He took the clipboard and glanced over it, “I’ll get this back to you later, Miranda.”

  Elizabeth’s eyes widened, “Mr. Page?!” She trailed after him, star struck. He was much younger than she had imagined.

  “You know, for someone who says she has a dream job with my company, you don’t seem to have done much research.” He gave her one more smirk before disappearing into an office. The nameplate beside the door read his name in bold, silver letters: Derrick Page.

  Having trouble catching her breath, Elizabeth wandered back to the lobby. She had just had an interview with the Derrick Page. It was hard to keep her mouth from gaping open. Her feet carried her on autopilot towards the front door.

  “Do you want your schedule or not?” The woman from the front desk glared at her and waved a piece of paper at her.

  Oh! She had completely forgotten about that. “Thanks.” She smiled victoriously as she looked down at the piece of paper clutched in her hand. She did it. She got the job!

  Elizabeth bounded down the steps leading up to the building. Was it just her, or was the sun shining brighter now? Everything seemed cleaner and more vibrant. Trying to keep her composure, she managed to wait until she was in her car before she squealed with excitement. Best. Day. Ever.

  The memory of Mr. Page’s eyes staring into her, almost laughing at her, made her shiver. This was certainly going to be an interesting experience. She revved up her car’s engine, and it sputtered out of the parking spot towards her new home. The realtor was supposed to meet her there in about half an hour to hand over the keys. Today was going to be full of blessings, in more way than one.

  When she eased into the driveway of her new home, a brick mailbox greeted her beside a ‘SOLD’ sign. This was it. A shiny, red convertible was parked on the street. The realtor must already be inside. Elizabeth slid slowly out of her own blue clunker, taking in the sight of her soon-to-be-official home. Beautiful grey siding trimmed with pristine white trim cast a cool shadow over her. It was classy, inviting, and all hers.

  “Hello?” She opened the door and peeked around the frame.

  “Oh! You caught me.” Greta Kane leaned out of the kitchen. As far as realtors go, she was the most thoughtful in the business. A tray of warm chocolate chip cookies was nestled in her hands. “There is the lady of the hour. You told me you had a job interview today, right? How did it go?”

  “I nailed it.” Elizabeth beamed at her, eyeing the cookies.

  “Then let’s celebrate!”

  Grabbing one of the cookies, she took a big bite, “Oh! Hot, hot! But good. So good.” The chocolate was molten deliciousness in her mouth.

  Greta clapped her hands, “I’m so glad you like them. Okay, are you ready to sign the papers?”

  “Yes!”

  Greta slipped a stack of paper in front of her and handed her a pen. “The former owners are out of state, so it’s just us today. I need you to sign and date where I placed the sticky tabs, and then we’re done.”

  Elizabeth grasped the pen in her hand. Her hand shook. This was the biggest step she had ever taken. It was normal to be nervous, right? The ink glided across the page. It was done. It was official. “Well, looks like I am an official member of the he-woman-homeowner’s club.”

  “Perfect. Let’s go over a few final things, and then I’ll get out of your hair.” Greta led her to a control panel on the wall. “The Jeffersons had a security/sprinkler combination system installed not long ago. To set it, you just punch in 5513 followed by the ‘arm’ button. If you need to turn it off, type in 3155, and then you just have to punch the ‘off’ button. For emergencies, hit 5529. That will set it off immediately and call the authorities. The security company has already been notified that you are the new owner, so they shouldn’t give you any problems. I wrote it all down on a slip of paper over there, so you should be fine.” She pointed to a sticky note by the sink.

  “Thank you so much, Greta. I really appreciate everything you’ve done to help me.”

  “Oh, honey, it’s my pleasure! If you need anything else, just let me know!” She gathered her briefcase and a copy of the signed papers.

  Elizabeth walked her out, “Bye! Be safe!”

  “You, too!” Greta glanced at Elizabeth’s car, “You might want to put that in the garage. The homeowners’ association can get a bit nasty about older models.”

  “Oh, okay.” Her car wasn’t that bad, was it? It had a few dents and dings, but it still ran just fine. She watched Greta drive away with a honk, but now she was worried about her car. “One thing at a time. New job, new home, new me.”

  It was strange, living alone. The house was so empty right now, aside from the cookies. It would be better when the movers showed up. Once the house was full of her things it would feel like home. Her eyes glanced over to the neighbor’s house. It was dark cobblestones with brown shutters and meticulously maintained flowerbeds. A black roof with overhanging porches made it seem formidable and removed. It was practically a mansion. Maybe Greta was right. Maybe she should move her car out of the driveway. Before she could make up her mind, a yellow moving van pulled up outside.

  “Hey! Are you Miss Adams?” A man in the passenger seat rolled down his window.

  “Yes, that’s me.”

  “We’re in the right place.” He signaled for the driver to kill the engine. The man climbed out of the van and opened the back. He began unloading her boxes and roughly tossing them on the lawn.

  “Hey, if it’s not too much trouble, could you be a little gentler with my stuff?” She winced as another box thudded to the ground.

  “So, listen.” The driver waddled over to her. His t-shirt was stained with sweat and mustard. “Turns out the price we quoted you only covers moving your stuff from your old place to the new one. It doesn’t cover us taking it inside.”

  “What?! What happened to the curbside service you advertised?”

  “You’re looking at it. We take your junk from one curb to another. Curbside service. It’s in the name, sweetheart.” He waggled an eyebrow at her, “But, you know, if you wanted to throw in another couple hundred bucks, or maybe a date, we could take it inside for you.”

  Elizabeth wrinkled her nose in disgust, “No thanks. I’ll do it myself. Just try not to break anything.” She shivered with revolt and took a few steps back.

  By the time they had unloaded her boxes, the sun was high overhead. Elizabeth groaned as she looked across her lawn. It looked like a very boring birthday party had exploded presents everywhere. Wrapping her arms around the one closest to her, she lugged it inside and placed it in the living room. She marched determinedly outside to pick up another load.

  Her ph
one rang in her pocket, “Hello?”

  “Miss Adams, this is Tyler Banks with Goodwin’s Furniture Outlet.”

  “Oh, great! How are you doing?”

  “I’m well.”

  She squinted her eyes, “Your company doesn’t do curbside service, do you?”

  “No ma’am. We bring your items inside for you. I was calling to let you know we are having a little scheduling issue, and your furniture won’t be there until tomorrow. Will that be an issue?”

  Elizabeth wiped some sweat from her brow and stared at the mess of boxes she still had to bring inside. Her heart sank. “Um, no. No problems here.” Disappointment dragged her down.

  “Okay, we will see you tomorrow then.”

  “See you tomorrow.” The line fell silent. She slowly lowered the phone from her ear. No furniture until tomorrow? Her day had started out so good. She couldn’t let these little hiccups bum her out. She could just have a sleepover in the living room using her comforter. No big deal. She could still do this.

  Trying to keep her spirits up, she grabbed another box and hauled it inside. It wasn’t so bad. It would just be for one night, anyway. She could manage that. A smile drifted back across her face. It was still a good day. One by one, the boxes filled the living room. Elizabeth was covered in sweat, but she just had two more boxes left. Unfortunately, she had saved the biggest ones for last. The sun had sunk to late afternoon now, and the temperature was beginning to drop gradually. As she paused to catch her breath, a sporty car zoomed into the driveway of the cobblestone home next door.

  Elizabeth dusted off her hands and smoothed her hair back as best she could. She took two steps towards the neighbor’s car to introduce herself before she froze. Emerging from the sports car was Derrick Page. Her eyes widened, and she spun around to hide her face. Maybe he hadn’t seen her yet. She heard his car door slam behind him. Silently, she begged for him to just go inside, but she wasn’t that lucky.

  “Hello, I’m Derrick Page. I live next—” He stopped talking as she turned around slowly and waved at him with shy embarrassment. “Oh. It’s you.”