He was loosening his tie. “What a fucking day. I’m glad that I brought over a bottle of Glenfiddich, because I need it.” He pushed past me, as if he were the owner of our house.
“What happened to hello?” If I didn’t call Dez and Paul on their rudeness, nobody would. Definitely not any of the dumb bimbos who put on a gallon of stinky perfume and spackled on makeup that were easy prey. I called them cockroaches, because they scuttled away when dawn came.
“I don’t have time for dumb small talk. My fucking idiot assistant didn’t forward an email that I was waiting for from my lawyer that I needed to sign and send back by end of business. Instead, she was on her fucking phone all day, flirtin
g with that loser boyfriend of hers.” He rolled his eyes and poured himself some of the whiskey he’d brought. “I seriously think that I should just fire her.”
I was about to say something sophisticated and mature, but his phone rang.
“It’s my idiot assistant. Excuse me.” He turned away and barked, “What?” He waited a couple of beats. “What do you mean, sexual harassment lawsuit unless I give you hush money? I’ve never touched you in your life and I only talk to you in order to…”
He pulled his phone away from his ear. “She hung up.” He hurled his phone at the wall. The screen immediately cracked. I winced.
“Fucking bullshit blackmail.” He drained his glass. “And now I don’t even have an assistant, although that might be better than having a completely incompetent one. God, I wish I could just train someone from the start instead of having someone come in with bad habits.”
I thought about the yellow envelope hidden under my pillow. My heart leapt when I thought about the chance to work with Dez every day. I could make a little money this summer and maybe figure out a way to get enough money to stay afloat while I took all the student loans I could. It might just do the trick.
“What about me?”
He was busy pouring himself another glass. “What about you?”
“You want someone inexperienced. I’m not experienced.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Don’t you need a work permit from your high school or something?”
“No. I’m nineteen.”
“Nineteen? I thought you were younger.”
I shook my head as his eyes went up and down. He coughed a little.
“Did it go down the wrong pipe?”
“Uh, yeah.” He put down the glass. He coughed again. “I’m fine now.”
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Desmond
Holy shit, when had Paul’s kid sister grown boobs? She said that she was nineteen, but there was no way that was possible. She was a little kid, but the dress she had on today didn’t make her look like a kid sister. She was wearing something that made her lips look shiny. She was always a cute kid, but today was the first time that I’d actually seen her as a woman.
She was just my type. Curvy with the kind of ass you could hold onto as you pounded into her.
Shit. I needed to think of something other than bending Paul’s little sister over the liquor cabinet with that dress pushed up around her waist. I adjusted myself before Paul came out and saw the nine inches in my pants which were more than ready to go and didn’t care that I’d known Riley before she’d even started elementary school.
I tried to focus and not think about bending her over. “Uh, you want to work for me?”
“Yeah.” She hesitated for a moment. “Some experience would be good for my resume.”
I nodded, even though I didn’t know what the fuck I’d do with this teenager in my office every day.
“How does Paul feel about it?”
“How does Paul feel about what?” My best friend had wet hair and a navy blue polo on.
“I want to work.”
His face darkened. “No. Fuck no. You’re not allowed to work.”