Page 8 of Making Home with You (The Rockport Beach #3)

Three hours later, I’m on my way back to Rockport and while the interview went well, I have no idea how they felt about me.

Every single person I interviewed with had the best poker face and I couldn’t get a read on any of them.

The only problem I noticed was the man I would be working for wouldn’t stop looking at my boobs.

He was in his late thirties, good-looking, but not nearly as good-looking as he thinks.

A pretty boy, who, at one time or another probably played lacrosse or rugby, lived in a frat house and thought far too highly of himself.

And when his eyes dragged up my legs, I felt a strange feeling form in my stomach.

There was something about the way he so blatantly checked me out that made me a little uncomfortable.

Nothing I can’t handle though. Working in a bar for the last six months is great training for dealing with assholes and unwanted advances.

I grab my phone from my purse and send Finn a quick text to let him know I’m on my way back.

Me: On my way home and I’m wearing four inch red heels. Wanna fuck me in them later???

Finn: YES! And are you driving right now?

Me: Yep

Finn: STOP TEXTING ME!!!

I laugh at his shouty caps and instead of texting him back, I call him and he picks up on the first ring.

“Hi, baby,” he says and it makes my heart melt.

“Hi.”

“How’d the interview go?”

“Pretty good, I think. I couldn’t really tell what they were thinking, but I interviewed for almost two hours, so I think that’s a good sign.”

“Seems to be,” he says, sounding distracted.

“What are you doing?”

“Writing out a ticket to the same kid I caught speeding last weekend.” I can hear the annoyance in his tone and I know it’s not directed at me, but I let him go anyway.

“I’ll see you when I get back,” I say and he chuckles a bit and I know he’s smiling.

“Make sure you’re wearing those heels.”

My phone rings seconds after hanging up with Finn and I smile. He must be done with that ticket, but I still check the screen before answering.

It’s a Boston area code and I don’t recognize the number.

“Hello,” I say.

“Is this Sarah Summers?”

“It is.”

“Hi, Sarah, this is Andrew McGuire with Bolton and Fisher, you interviewed with me just a little while ago.” I recognize his voice before he even introduces himself. It’s the guy I’d be working for, the one with the roaming eyes.

“Oh, yes, hi, Mr. McGuire.”

“So, Sarah, I was very impressed with your portfolio and your interview skills. Your resume is impeccable and so are your references.”

“Thank you,” I respond, but I feel my heart rate increase and palms begin to sweat. Who calls only minutes after an interview? This is either a really good thing or a really bad thing. I’m praying for the former.

“I’d like to offer you the job as my assistant.”

“Okay,” I say, but my voice shakes a little and I’m not sure I’m articulating exactly what I should be.

“Okay, so you’ll take the job?”

“Yes, absolutely yes.” My voice is high and I’m not paying attention to what I’m doing and I blow past my exit. “Shit,” I mumble and quickly apologize. “Sorry, sorry, Mr. McGuire. I’m just so excited and I missed my exit.”

“No problem, Sarah,” he says, but his tone is coming across far less formal than it did at the beginning of the call.

“I think we’re going to get along really well.

” And this time, I swear I hear more of a seductive tone to his voice and it makes me shudder a bit.

I really can’t imagine someone in the role he’s in being anything but professional, so I brush it off.

“Okay,” I say. “When do you need me to start?”

He laughs a little and says, “Tomorrow, but not really. Honestly, a week from Monday. You’ll be getting an email with your offer letter and your benefits package.

If everything looks good, just e-sign it and send it back.

If there’s anything you would like negotiate on, salary, vacation time, whatever, just let me know and I’m sure we can work something out. ”

“Oh, I don’t think there will be any issue, but I’ll take a look and get back to you soon.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you soon.”

“Yes, and Mr. McGuire, thank you so much for this opportunity. I promise, you will not be disappointed.”

“I’m certain I won’t, Sarah.”

As soon as I hang up I call Finn.

“I thought I told you I was busy?” he questions with a humorous tone to his voice.

“No you didn’t,” I shoot back. “You just sounded distracted. Never mentioned that you were busy.”

“Well, I am,” he says and I giggle. “Fuck, even over the phone you’re sexy as hell. Everything okay?”

“Great, actually. Guess what?”

“What, Sarah,” he says playfully.

“I got the job!” I practically scream down the phone, so excited and I know it’s finally settling in as I say the words out loud.

“Oh my god, baby, that’s so awesome. Congratulations,” he says and I can almost picture the smile on his face. “We’re going to celebrate tonight.”

“Sounds amazing,” I say, and I can’t stop the smile that forms on my mouth. “I need to get something to wear. I have like three outfits. I borrowed something from Erin to wear to the interview and pretty much everything I brought with me is dirty.”

“You know, I do have a washing machine and one of those clothes dryers,” Finn says, sarcastically.

“You’re cheeky,” I respond back, playfully. “Not sure if you know this or not, but girls like to shop.”

“I’ll see you soon, baby.”

“Yay!” I yell just as Finn is about to hang up and I hear him laugh. This day couldn’t get any better.

Next, I call Erin and tell her the great news and she suggests we have dinner tonight to celebrate.

It’s already getting late, as my commute back is taking longer than I thought, and Erin says she’ll call Beck, Kelsey and Finn and invite them for dinner.

I give her the okay, but let her know I’m still an hour outside of Rockport.

When I pull in the driveway, Beck’s SUV is already parked on the street outside Erin and Ryan’s house, but Finn’s is nowhere to be seen and I begin to wonder if he’s not going to be here. I know his job keeps him at the station late, but I thought he’d want to celebrate with everyone too.

As I’m exiting my car, he pulls up behind me, parking in the driveway.

“Sarah,” he calls, but his voice is quieter, nearly a whisper. He jogs up the driveway and in the dim house lights, he pulls me in for a kiss, whispering, “Congratulations, I’m really proud of you.”

“Thank you.”

We make our way to the front door, and Finn falls behind me for a second and I stop, looking back at him.

“What?” I ask.

“Fuck, you in those shoes.”

“I thought we established that you’re going to fuck me in these shoes later.” I wet my lips, moving close to him, I run my hand across the bulge in his pants.

I leave Finn standing there just as the front door swings open and my brother yells out, “What took you so long? Hurry up, the food’s getting cold.”

Erin steps around Ryan swatting at him with her hand and telling him to go back in the kitchen as she says, “I didn’t realize you two were coming together.” A devious look on her face.

Nice pun, bitch.

I glare at her for a second before my brother walks back in the room, and I immediately become straight-faced not wanting to give anything away. And even though I just gave Erin the stink eye, I need to give her props later for the great word play.