Chapter Eight

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Chapter Eight

Parker's POV

I sighed dropping the papers back on my desk. It was just a bit after my lunch break and finished reading over a contract that I had to get my father to sign. I had our business attorneys to read over it, but I also read it myself wanting to make sure there were no loopholes. It was clear. 

As far as I knew, I had nothing else on my agenda for the day. It's been a week full of heavy business meetings, and today was my first break from it all. Wanting to make sure, I rang in Kasey, my PA,  into my office.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked standing in her business attire with my planner in her hand. I remembered hiring her because of her looks at first but was just in luck that she also had the brains. Surprisingly, I hadn't made any moves on her for the past two years she has worked with me. 

"What's on my agenda for the day?" I asked leaning in my seat closing my eyes. 

"Nothing sir. Would you like to make an appointment for today or accept any?"

"No, no. I have a dinner with my parents tonight. I don't want anything interfering during those hours."

"I'll make sure of it."

"You're free to head home," I said standing up and putting on my suit jacket. "I plan on coming home early today. By the way, the dress is on its way to my home right?"

"Yes sir," Kasey smiled and left the room. "Good day, Mr. Parker."

I gathered up my things and nodded to a few people on my out of the building. My new red Italian sports car I bought for myself, as a wedding gift to me, was pulled up by the valet in front of the building. 

"Here you go, Mr. Jenkins," the driver greeted me getting out of my car. "Have a nice day."

"Likewise," I nodded and slipped in. 

In less than a few minutes, I was already pulling up into the new home I shared with Eleanor and her kids. There were quite a few cars parked in our four car garage.There were three of my beloved sports cars and a friendly family SUV for Eleanor's sons and herself. I thought it would be more convenient if she wanted to go out with the kids rather than having to call up our limo.

I locked my car behind me, already smelling the fresh baked pastries that Eleanor must have made. I followed voices into the kitchen to find my wife and Augusto bickering.

"I told you for the last time Augusto, you are a chef," Eleanor's strong-willed voice carried out, "not a baker. I will bake these biscuits if you don't mind."

"But I was paid to cook for you!" His desperate voice rang out. "Mister Parker would be very angry with me if I didn't do anything!"

I leaned against the doorway watching the two with amusement in my eyes.

"Augusto, I will talk to him and tell him this is my idea and that none of this is your fault."

"Oh mio dio!" Augusto threw up his hands in the air and took off his chef hat. "I will let you this time, Miss Eleanor. Just this once!" Then he stormed out and that was when I made my entrance.

The corners of Eleanor's mouth quirked up into a satisfied and triumphant smile before pulling out the pan with the steam still coming from the delectable-looking biscuits. "Those look delicious."

Eleanor stood up straight in a surprise. "Oh, Parker. You gave me a fright!" I smiled coming closer to her and wounding my arms across her tiny waist trapping her between me and the counter. I felt her shiver against my chest. "Wh-what are you doing home so early?"

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